A while back, Variations printed a letter from a woman who described the wonderful life she had with an older man. She made it very clear that she wouldn’t trade him for all the young hunks in the world. Lady, I’m with you all the way.

To be honest, I wasn’t thrilled when Woody started hitting on me, but then again I wasn’t all that surprised neither. I mean, a girl’s got to expect that stuff when she’s serving food at a diner full of rowdy, long-haul truckers. Woody was good-looking all right, and he had a real nice sense of humor, but he was, well, old. I just couldn’t see myself dating a man twice my age. Boy, did I have a lot to learn!

Eventually, Woody talked me into going out with him. Nothing fancy, just dinner and dancing at a nearby club. I figured one date and that would be it. I’d be friendly, but I’d also get across the fact that I wasn’t all that interested.

Well, after just a few hours in Woody’s company I was thinking a whole lot differently. He was so smart. Fascinating, even. His stories of life on the road kept me on the edge of my seat. And he was such a great dancer I felt so safe in his strong arms. When Woody invited me back to his motel room, I didn’t have to think twice. I don’t know what I expected really — a rough and tumble lovin’ from a big, burly tuckdrivin’ man, I suppose. Well, I got that, and much, much more.

Unlike all the young dudes I’d dated, Woody took his time, treating me with respect and affection. It wasn’t just “Get naked and spread ’em, babe.” He undressed me slowly, then lay me on the bed and kissed me all over. I couldn’t believe how patient he was. His cock was hard form the get-go, but he made sure I had an orgasm before asking me to suck his cock. Asking, mind you. I was used to guys ramming their cocks in my mouth and saying “Suck it good, babe.”

For the first time in my life I really wanted to go down on a guy. With Woody on his back, I knelt between his legs and sucked him hungrily, almost choking on that big beauty in my desire to have it all in my mouth. Hearing Woody’s moans made me so happy, and I even decided to swallow his semen when he came.

But Woody wanted my pussy, and when he slid his thick cock inside me I almost swooned. Nice and slow he went, stroking smoothly, prolonging the act for both of us. We came almost at the same time, both of us crying out with pleasure.

Woody wasn’t through, however, and that night, to my amazement, he took me twice more. I couldn’t believe his stamina — and his imagination, as we did it in all different positions. By the time Woody took me home, I was one well-fucked young lady. And I was in love.

Woody and I have been living together for six months now, and I couldn’t be any happier. I could go on and on about my guy’s patience, intelligence, his caring ways and his wonderful lovemaking, how different he is from all the young jerks who just want to get in your pants. He is very special.

I call him my “Old Dog” and he calls me his “Young Bitch.” True, I can’t teach him any new tricks, but I do seem to be always in heat.