He Showed Me The World And Made Me Who I Am Today...This is my story about how I became a sexually (and mentally) confident woman today at such a young age, being able to openly explore and enjoy the pleasures that it gives me. It all happened to me because of a special older man that came into my life (or actually I came into his). And more than just sexually, he was a lot of other things to me at the time and made me the woman I am today. Simply, he showed me the world…..
At the time, I had just turned 19 and had just started college; I was just getting started in enjoying my adult life and exploring my self-identity. All was fun, except my strict parents made me live at home, rather than allowing me to stay at school or live outside like the other kids. Luck would have it, my father was soon being re-located (again) to another country for his job and my Mom was going to go with him. I thought it was going to be my chance to finally be on my own. But my parents would have none of that. Instead, they put me up to stay with a good friend of theirs, Don, so to at least keep an eye on me....at least that was the intention.
Don was a long time friend and business associate of my Dad's, a very successful senior executive in his 40's at the time. He had no kids and had just gone through an ugly divorce, so was living in this huge mansion alone, and didn't really care about having me taking up a room and living there, since he had maid and helpers taking care of the place anyway. Don is a very charming man. He knew everything, smart, confident, has a lot of class, and on top of that quite handsome. He was very different from the younger man that I had dated and been with, whom usually is trying to amuse me in their childish ways. As he is 20 some years my senior and a family friend, I had never really thought of Don other than just a friend of my Dad. But after moving in with him, I got to know him more as time went by, I got to see such a kind and caring side of him, I discover how much an older and wiser man enriched my mind, and I started to get jealous of the women that he charmed and would bring back home. More and more, I found myself falling for him. I would spend so much effort to make up and dress up just to see him everyday. I found myself unconsciously flirting with him every chance I got. I started to do things just to get his attention anyway I can.
Then it all happened during a party that Don threw at his house. He disappeared for a long time and everyone was wondering where he was. I looked for Don and finally found him alone upstairs in his study, a bottle in his hand, drinking alone and staring blankly out the window. I asked him why he wasn’t downstairs enjoying his party, when he broke down and said he was so tired of his life, tired of working endless hours, tired of being alone, tired of chasing meaningless women. Right there, the sight of a grown man in tears. Something touched me, something in me took over and I sat down next to him, took his bottle away and held his hand. I told him “com’on Don, you are not alone, you got me.” He looked up, laughed, and told me no need to deal with him. “Tanya, just go and have some fun, before I decide to tell your parents about you drinking.” “Don, I am not a kid any more you know. I am a grown woman. Don’t you find me attractive too?”. Don sighed and said, “Tanya, although you are a very attractive young lady, you are my friend’s daughter, and I am suppose to look after you.” It was then that I took the glass from his other hand, straddled over his lap facing him, taking his face in my hands and said “ then look after me Don”; as I leaned in and kissed him on his lips. I think he was shocked by my action, for a second did not move at all, then struggled to push me away. “Tanya, what are you doing?” he said. “Tell me, how am I a lesser woman than the women that you date, I seen the way you look at me sometimes too..” I took his hands to rest on my breasts and squeezed. “Tanya, please, don’t do this, this is not right,” Don complained, trying to lift me off him. I wouldn’t let him do so and only embraced him tighter with my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. Slowly, Don’s resistance stopped, his lips started moving, he started to kiss back, his hands started to move all over my body, as I started to feel his bulge growing under me. What happened next can only be described as the most amazing and blissful sex that I have ever had up to that point in my life. He knew how to kiss every part of my body. His hands were caressing and stroking me like magic, making me melt. He gave me my first ****** from oral that I held his head so tight and bucked into his face when I came. When he finally entered me, he was gentle and rough, tender and hard, slow and furious, he put me over the edge again and again for what seem like hours, until we both collapsed on the floor right there in his study. He made me a woman that night.
For the year or so after that, we spent every moment we could together. I even lied to my parents about taking a year off from school for an internship when I actually travelled with Don all over the world. He had lit a fire in me and my libido, and I look after his every need, and he mine. He was so experienced sexually that he opened me up to enjoy every imaginable erotic pleasure and experience that he could. With Don, I learned about the erotic pleasures that I could derive in every part of my body; how to achieve ****** in all kinds of ways; how to give as well as receive; breaking all taboos, and simply enjoying and exploring sex anywhere, anyway, and anytime. He showed me the world, pampered me with the finer things in life, took me to experience all kinds of things, taught me and made me a confident woman in everyway, and shaped me to be who I am today.
All great things come to an end, and my special relationship with Don was not any different. My parents eventually moved back, and I had to move back. I have since then only seen Don a few times but the circumstances made it that we couldn’t continue our way. Don had changed my life and I learned to stand up for who I am, even leaving school and my parents to pursue my own interests. I heard recently that Don is engaged and getting married again soon. Although I am not jealous, but secretly still feel a bit sad in my heart when I heard the news. But there was no way it could have been, so I am strong and I am happy for him. No matter what, he gave me the world that I have today, and I thank him for all he gave me.