In love with an older man

2 years ago (I was 20 years old at the time) I was invited to a reception at a famous London Art Gallery to see works by an up and coming young Russian female artist. I was close to finishing a Law Degree at that time and really should have been working, but all work and no play..... I met a much older man there, he later described his age as 70-something and I found him very sexy, in fact he was gorgeous. He was tall and slim, had a sparkle in his eyes and had a wonderful voice. We talked for ages and then started looking at some of the pictures and I saw one I really liked but of course being a student I could not afford. I told him I thought the picture was wonderful and he agreed and he went and bought it. I found out later that he bought it for me, I was stunned and said I could not accept it. He told me that it would give him great pleasure knowing I loved the picture and also that it was free of any obligation on my part - ie it was not for seduction purposes. We met a few nights later and he had a couple of tickets for a Philip Glass opera at the ENO, it was astonishing. We had a lovely meal and I was getting to feel really fond of him. At the end of the evening he telephoned for what he described as a 'cab', which was a chauffeur driven Mercedes to take me home and he promised to ring me soon. Well he did and the next time we met we made love and for a 70-something was he ever good! He told me that he loved but said he would understand if i didn't want to be involved with someone much older than me. I confessed to him that I probably fell in love with him at the gallery where we first met. I also felt that I had to tell him that I was bi-sexual and I had only had any sort of meaningful relationships with women not men. That did not worry him and he asked me to move in with him and I said yes, yes, yes, yes! This guy is so romantic that no woman could refuse him. We first set up in his apartment in South Kensingtom, which is an incredible property. We spent days just touring the exhibitions (ps in case you are worried I had finished my degree by then) and felt as if I was floating on a cloud. At the weekend we drove down to a small village close to the coast in Dorset and entered a large and beautiful house, which was all beams and large fires. This he said, was his country residence and contained most of his art collection, this included a Japanese room which had all the screens and everything you expect in such a room and loads of Japanese Wood Block prints - so beautiful. He would book Japanese chefs and staff to come in and cook wonderful food that usually looked to beautiful to eat. One time he bought me beautiful authentic Japanese clothes and invited a stunning young Japanese girl, who he said was a friend who would help me to dress. The 'dressing'started just after light lunch and first Kiku said we should bathe. We bathed in a big tub and washed each other and then licked each other and then dried each other, licked each other again followed by scenting, powdering and makeup. I am light skinned with dark hair and Kiku's makeup (including blackened teeth) made me look Japanese, I looked beautiful! Dinner was incredible, we did our Japanese woman thing and served our 'husband' with titbits and sucked his dick between courses - not sure how traditional that is but was enjoyed by all concerned. The dinner was served by females only who didn't even raise an eyebrow if me or Kiku was giving head. We have now been together for two years and it has been bliss, pure and simple. Kiku stays with us quite often and we have visited her family in Japan, gosh Japan is beautiful country.

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