Late Night Call

Met a casual date for drinks, ended up at his place. He's in his late 50s and surprisingly agile. We ditched the small talk; he dove right in. Fingers slipping past my defenses, tongue probing my lips before we even shed clothes. Slide in smooth with just enough pressure to make me gasp, his size fits like a glove despite our age gap. Couldn't stop myself from chuckling at how absurd it was: us two, midlife crisis cliché playing out in his living room.