This is a story from a few years ago now, around the time that I turned thirty. I have always had a thing for women who are older that me, and at various points in my life have joined dating sites which match up older women with younger men. I got chatting to Polly on one of these sites. At first the banter was innocent enough, and as the days progressed the flirting and suggestiveness intensified. I was certainly looking forward to meeting Polly, and we’d discussed meeting up for a date. We tried a few times but couldn’t quite fix a date where we were both free. Then one Friday that all changed. I was coming home from work and was chatting away to Polly. We were flirting and needless to say, by this time it wasn’t particularly subtle. I’d finished dinner and was settling into see where our flirting would lead. I casually mentioned that it would be nice if we could have met up that night. Unfortunately it wasn’t possible as Polly had a teenage who lived with her and was expecting her back later that evening. This was indeed a great shame, as our chat was just getting ridiculous and I was doing all that I could to try and conceal my raging hard-on from my flat mate as we watched TV together. Polly and I continued chatting and at about 20:30 she says that her daughter has decided to stay with her boyfriend that night. My reply was, naturally, ‘Oh that’s a shame, as we could have met tonight if we’d known that sooner.’ To which she instantly replied, ‘We still can. Why don’t you come over?’ I had a quick think about it. Of course there was some risk: she lives more than an hour away by public transport; by the time I got myself ready and was out the door it would be about 22:00 when I got there; I might be stranded if things didn’t go as planned; I’d never met her face to face before etc. Truth be told, however, I was sure what I wanted as soon as she’d asked and was already getting excited. During the journey down to Polly I picked up a couple of beers to steady my nerves. This turn of events had come round so quickly and so unexpectedly, I couldn’t wait to resolve my anticipation during the night ahead. Naturally Polly and I had played around with ideas of how we could be naughty together and satisfy each other, but I never expected our first meeting to transpire in the way that now seemed that it would. No meeting in a bar, seeing if we clicked and so on. Would there be that spark? We must have both felt confident that these barriers wouldn’t be between us when we met, and we’d soon find out if the calculated gamble was the right call. Polly had texted me her address and when I eventually got off the train, I walked the six minute walk to her front door. I turned into her street and counted the house numbers til I found her home. In the drive was the car that I’d imagined being naughty with Polly in was just about big enough. It was too confined, she had said. ‘We’ll just have to use our imagination,’ I had replied. I arrived at her door and rang the bell. After a short while, the door opened and there she was - Polly. Standing at a perfect 5’6” to compliment my six foot, she stood there with her blond hair long enough to touch her shoulders, and arresting smile with eyes that twinkled with expectation. Her photos belied how she looked in the flesh, and was surprised she was more than 20 years older than me. We I was even more attracted to her. She was dressed in black joggers and a loose fitting white T-shirt. There was no need to impress, we were beyond that now, and surely she’ll be wearing a lot less in no time at all. ‘Hi, come in’ she said. I returned the greeting and stepped over the threshold. I took her in my arms and enveloped her with them. We held each other. As I pressed against her we shared our nervous excitement. It fizzed between our bodies. I could feel the pre-cum of various erections throughout the journey down on my inner thigh. We kissed, a long peck on the lips. Unrehearsed and initially awkward. But it was awkwardness in now knowing that neither of us had had anything to worry about. We were with each other and the spark was definitely alive! Imagination yielded to reality. We broke away when Polly’s dog started yapping at my heels. ‘He’s very possessive,’ she said. ‘Let me give him something to distract him.’ She went to the kitchen as I took off my coat, and returned with a nice pig’s ear. ‘This should occupy him for a while,’ with a wink in her words, as she took my coat and hung it up She then took my hand. ‘Why don’t we get to know each other a bit better,’ as she led me down the corridor to her bedroom... ...to be continued