Appearance wise, he was just my type; tall and muscular without being taller than me or looking like a gym rat. His shaggy blonde hair and big, blue, puppy-dog eyes gave him a younger, more innocent appearance. He was younger than me for sure, but not jailbait. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his mid-twenties. That would make him a full ten years younger than I was, give or take. And if that thought didn’t have my inner Daddy Dom waking up...
