When a sexy nerd [19F] asked me to sexually train her [43M] [FM]

A few years ago I got a ping on a kink-friendly dating app from a very young woman with a relatively anonymous profile – she had one intentionally blurry pic that showed the general outline of a female form, plus a close-up of some chaotic hand gesture that showed enough for me to tell that she was black, but not much else.

She lived about 40 miles away, was 18 at the time, and her bio was essentially empty. Out of curiosity, I liked her back and sent her a message to say hi.

She was very slow to reply, sometimes taking weeks before responding, and was obviously very timid, but little by little she told me that she was a freshman in college, living away from home for the first time, with an insane sex drive, but too much social anxiety to know how to start exploring sexually. She eventually asked if I'd be willing to train her and teach her a little about sex and BDSM. I told her that BDSM isn't my main thing, but I could probably at least talk to her about important things to look out for, red flags in potential doms and other partners, etc…. She said that she'd really like to meet for dinner, but she was shy and didn't know when she'd feel brave enough.

Another few months passed – maybe five or six – and she messaged me saying that she was about to change life plans and move away from the area after the current semester. She said that she didn't have an exact date yet, but she was probably leaving within three weeks, and asked if I could make some time for her before then.

I enjoy meeting people, and I think that it's important to share knowledge and build community, especially when someone doesn't seem to have great family support (as in this case), but I also wasn't sure if it would be worth it to drive 40+ miles, spend an hour or two talking over dinner, and then drive home. Plus, she was 19 at this point, and I was 43, I believe. The age gap was definitely scandalous. She seemed sweet and interesting and smart, and I could tell she was a bit vulnerable, so my heart went out to her. I ended up asking her if she wouldn't mind sending another photo or two, just because I was curious what she actually looked like.

She asked if we could switch to a social media platform where photos can disappear (I can't name it because my post will get flagged by the moderators, but you know which one). We did, and she sent me a few mirror selfies. She was so cute! Just a sweet, round-faced young woman with curly hair, big glasses, and an oversized hoodie.

I didn't have a lot going on, and was sort of taking a break from dating at the time, so I told her that we could meet and I'd buy her dinner and talk her through whatever she wanted to discuss.

A week or so later, we met in the small college town where she lived. I arrived first at the restaurant and I smiled when I saw her walk up along the street towards me. She had amazing energy and just seemed like a quirky, fun person. She gave me the biggest, most beautiful smile, and threw her arms around me and gave me a great hug. It was one of those hugs that gets your attention and makes you view someone a little differently. Her whole body was against mine and even though she was wearing an oversized top, I could feel how firm her body was, and how full her breasts were. She lead the way into the restaurant and I got a good look at her very round and muscular booty through her jeans, and I decided to keep my mind open to whatever might happen.

We were seated outside on a balcony, where we had a fair amount of privacy, and we just chatted and had a great time. We talked about fantasy novels, K-dramas, anime, and of course kink. We shared a lot about our lives, trauma dumped a bit, and she picked my brain about how to meet people, how to practice safe and consensual sex, etc…. She was extremely clever, vibrant, and sassy, and honestly just an amazing person to talk to.

She accidentally kicked my leg under the table at one point and I gently grabbed her ankle with my hand, under the table, and used her foot to place her leg against mine. She kept talking without missing a beat, but had a little grin in the corner of her mouth as I did it. She kept her leg against my leg for the rest of the talk, and I'd occasionally reach down and run my hand up and down it, enjoying every inch while we talked.

The bill came, I paid, then we looked at each other.

"How tired are you? Ready to call it a night?" I asked.

Unblinking, she looked in my eyes and said "I'm not in a hurry to say goodbye."

"Want to go for a walk?"

"Yeah!" she said with a big smile.

We walked out of the restaurant and wandered around the old downtown area of the small town, and ended up sitting down on a park bench that was on the grounds of city hall. We were in the dark, between street lights, it was December (she was changing academic plans mid-year, now as a sophomore), and it was cold out, so I reached out my arms to her, offering to hold her. She nestled right into my chest, putting her hands on my stomach, tucking her chin, and I lifted her up onto my lap as she sat sideways, sort of curled into a ball, my arms hugged around her to keep her warm.

After no more than a beat, our lips found each other and gently grazed the other. Her lips were full and soft, and I could feel her pulse racing through the rest of her body.

We began to kiss more and more deeply, and she sat up tall on my lap, I slid her knees to either side of me on the park bench, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her hips and waist as she ran her fingers through my hair with one hand and caressed my arms, shoulders, and chest with the other.

Right about then, a couple of older women shouted out to us from the other side of the park: "looks like you two are having fun tonight!!" and she buried her face into my neck in shyness, laughing. She said something about how horny she was, and I asked her if she'd like to go somewhere warmer and more comfortable. She pulled away for a second, looked me in the eyes, considering, and said, "yeah. Fuck yeah."

She then began to kiss my neck and grind her hips against mine, my dick hard and feeling her every movement, while I looked past her, my arms hugging her from the side but reaching beyond her, and used my phone to book a hotel nearby.

"Okay, I'm texting you the address. It's 9 minutes away. Can you hold out that long?" I asked.

"Barely," she giggled.

We speed-walked to our cars, hopped in, I blew her a kiss, and as we both drove our respective cars, I followed her out of the parking lot.