I'm twenty-six, and I work at a small public relations company. When I came to the company, I was first interviewed by a fifty-three-year-old man who I found to be very attractive. I became very interested in him. When I got the job, I was excited to learn that I would be working in a close proximity to him on a regular basis. I started the job and flirted shamelessly with him as much as I could. I found out that he was recently divorced. This compelled me to ask him out. Ironically enough, the day I had decided to ask him out, he showed up at work with a dozen roses and asked me out. I was very excited, but I didn't want to chase him off. So, I casually accepted and told him I was flattered. That night, we met for dinner at a nice restaurant, and he was absolutely charming. I was smitten, to say the least. So, when the night was coming to an end, I asked him over to my place. Much to my chagrin, he seemed hesitant but said yes anyway. We started out in my living room, drinking coffee and having a great time. I was so excited to be alone with him that I wanted things to move faster. I went into my room and undressed. I then called him to help me get something off the closet shelf. This, by the way, was very out of character for me considering I am an extremely reserved woman. But, that's what I did. He came in and grabbed me passionately. He pushed me against a wall and began to kiss me. We undressed, and I had the best and most passionate sex I had ever had. I found out later he was hesitant because he didn't want to seem over eager. We are still together to this day, and the sex is just that good every time. I'm so lucky to have found my older man.
— Victoria, 26