I'm a 34-year old professional woman and never married by choice, although I've had many short term lovers since I travel a lot on business. Five years ago when I was 29, I met Jeremy, a 19-year old student in the university town where I live. He attended a guest lecture I gave to one of his undergraduate classes on a Friday just before lunch and came up to me at the end with some questions. I was struck by his bookish good looks and understated virility combined with an air of innocence normally associated with inexperienced young ladies.
One thing led to another and we wound up in bed at my nearby flat. He had limited experience making physical love to a woman and came in me all too quickly that first time despite my best attempt to slow him down. Needless to say, I was still horny and unsatisfied, but his nice sized cock filled me perfectly and he kissed exactly how I liked, so I took the time to show him how to hold off and enjoy the build up necessary to give a woman a climax, as well as the foreplay I liked prior to intercourse.
During that afternoon session, which lasted almost three hours, I showed him exactly what I liked, in what sequence, and how to perform each act to my liking. He was an apt and extremely ardent student, learned quickly, and by the time we broke for dinner, made me come several times. We spent that entire weekend in my bed with breaks only for food and sleep, but not much of either.
He's now working on his graduate degree and plans to join the faculty here so we can continue our long term affair. He knows exactly how I like it and my frequent 3 to 7-day absences on travel certainly keep us sexually on edge. The old saying that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' is certainly true for us and we can't wait to have each other when I walk in the door and drop my travel bag.