For as long as I can remember I was intrigued by older men. As a teenager, I remember being close to an attractive man in his 40’s and getting goosebumps from the electrical charge I felt from being in his presence and at the same time wondering if he could tell I was aroused.
At the mature age of 16 I decided it was time to unburden myself of my virginity. As a rebellious Catholic schoolgirl, Friday nights were spent at one of the nightclubs on Leeson Street in Dublin (ID’s were never requested). One of the clubs had a manager from Belgium. Stefan was 26, had a sexy way of holding his cigarette and oh yes, that accent. I would fantasize about him whispering in French in my ear while softly touching my skin.
Stefan asked me to dinner; I was so excited I could barely eat. All I could think about was the fact that I was most likely having sex for the first time that night. At Stefan’s apartment kissing led to touching, which led to both of us getting naked. I wish I could say it was a memorable experience but in all honesty, the actual sex was over before I knew it, there was no oral sex (I certainly had no interest in performing it then), and I definitely didn’t orgasm. Talk about an anti-climax!! My first experience left me with no interest in repeating it and in fact, I did not have sex again for a long time after that.
Fortunately that first experience did not turn me off to sex for good; it was just the beginning of my sexual exploration journey. My next boyfriend after him was also older. I remember being much more comfortable with my body and with enjoying his. I also loved his car…… a Nissan 300z, black with gold pinstripes, his car turned me on almost as much as he did. But, that’s a story for another time.