Riding Cherry Creek

After brunch with Ted I got ready for my bike ride with Ken. He said he would pick me up in his Jeep, which had a bike rack. I got dressed for the ride. It was going to be a warm spring day in Denver with highs in the upper 70's. That was one thing I loved about living here; the weather. Over 300 sunny days per year.

I went to my closet to pick out what to wear. Ken had suggested that we ride along Cherry Creek which was a bike trail that went from Downtown all the way to the Cherry Creek Reservoir in Southeast Aurora. He also suggested that afterward we could go to a sports bar in Cherry Creek, which was a fancy shopping district near the Denver Country club.

A dress or skirt wouldn't work for a bike ride, and spandex wouldn't be good for going to the sports bar. I decided on some short-short khakis. I stripped off all my clothing, then grabbed a workout thong and sports bra from my underwear drawer. I put them on and slipped the shorts on. Then I put on a white halter top and checked my bare midriff in the mirror. Not bad for a middle-aged woman if I say so myself. Those thousands of sit-ups and hundreds of skipped deserts have paid off.

Then I reconsidered one detail. I took off my top, then took off the sports bra, then put the halter top back on and looked at the result in the mirror. Yes; my breasts were still perky enough to pull it off. I think Ken would be wanting to pull it off later too.

I completed my outfit with ankle socks and tennis shoes, then went downstairs to make sure my bike had air in the tires and was ready to go.

Ken rode me hard for two hours. My legs were pumping fast to keep up with him. We were both sweaty and out-of-breath before we completed the 20 mile bike ride and headed to the sports bar.

We started out playing shuffleboard. I was sure to lean over my end of the table when taking shots so that Ken had a clear view down my halter top. Later we were playing pool and Ken stood behind me to show me how to do a combo shot. I shifted my hips so that my ass pressed against his crotch. As he pressed back I could feel him getting hard. When we sat at a table to finish our beers and watch a game I moved close to him, our bare legs touching under the table. He reached down and put his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. I moved my hand under the table and in one smooth sweeping motion I brushed my fingers lightly across his crotch, then put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it twice.

"So do you want to get out of here?" He asked.

"You mean, like my place or yours?" I responded.

"Exactly!" He winked.

"Ok, my place then." I wanted to be on my home turf for this first fuck.

We went out to Ken's Jeep, he opened my door for me and gave me a passionate kiss when I had got in. As he pulled out of the parking lot he said, "You are just incredibly beautiful Diana."

"Thank you."

"Beautiful and very, very sexy."

"You're pretty hot yourself," I smiled.

The conversation halted there. We were both hesitant to talk about what we would do when we got back to my house, but we both knew. Ken was getting laid tonight. So we drove in silence, the air charged with sexual tension.

We pulled into the driveway and Ken took my bike off the rack and helped me put it into the garage. We went into the living room and I motioned for him to sit on the coach. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Um, I guess another beer."

I brought two beers from the kitchen and sat down on the sofa next to Ken. We didn't even take a sip, but immediately threw our arms around each other and began passionate kissing. My hands explored as we kissed; I felt his broad shoulders and strong back. One hand moved down to the small of his back and from there onto his ass as our lips were locked tight, tongues wrestling.

His hands explored too; He felt my shoulders and back and then moved around to my side near my right breast. He then gradually inched closer until his hand was half on my breast. He paused for a moment but I offered no complaints, continuing to kiss him passionately. He then cupped my breast with his hand.

I paused in my kissing and smiled at Ken with a twinkle in my eye, then reengaged his mouth.

So encouraged, Ken put one hand on each of my breasts and fondled them actively. It felt good to have a man once again stimulating my erogenous zones. The last time someone other than my husband John had done this was way back when I was in high school.

I decided to take things to the next level. I moved my hand to his crotch and felt the bulge of his cock. It was already fully hard. I traced the shape with my fingers. It felt as big or maybe a little bigger than John's.

Ken's hand moved under my halter top touching the bare skin of my breasts.

I stopped kissing, grabbed my halter with both hands and pulled it off over my head. Ken took off his shirt. There was no turning back now. I was getting fucked tonight.

I put my hands on Ken's pecs and then felt all over his chest as leaned forward and began sucking my left breast. It felt good. His tongue circled my nipple, which was now rock hard.

When he came up for air I stood up and unbuttoned my khaki shorts, simultaneously kicking off my tennis shoes. Ken stood up and did the same. I unzipped my shorts and slipped them off, then took off my socks as Ken mirrored my actions. We stood looking at each other, I in my thong and Ken wearing only silk boxers with a giant tent in front. Then we embraced.

We stood next to the sofa, kissing, our bare skin pressed together, his bulging cock pressed against my belly through his shorts, our hands groping all over each others bodies. I thought about where I wanted to fuck this guy, upstairs in my bedroom or right here on the sofa. I decided not to break the spell of intense passion and began taking off my thong.

Ken quickly peeled of his boxers. I could see that his cock was bigger than John's was, by about an inch; Ken was sporting an eight inch woody. It was thicker too than the familiar piece of meat that had pummelled my pussy for twenty-eight years.

I sat down on the sofa, reached for purse, took out a condom and handed it to Ken. I wrapped my fingers around the end of his cock and put my thumb on the tip which was wet with pre-cum. I rolled my thumb around, spreading the pre-cum around, making him squirm.

Ken tore open the condom package, tossed the wrapper on the floor. I let go of his cock so he could put the condom on. He took my shoulders and gently lowered me into a reclining position on the sofa. He opened my legs, got between them, and lowered himself unto me. He kissed me on the lips as he began to rub his cock along my pussy. When his cock touched my clit I felt an electric shock of pleasure.

Ken moved his cock around searching for the opening to my vagina until he found it and stuck the tip right in; I could feel it spread me open. Then he thrusted hard and went about three inches into me. Oww, I wasn't ready, that hurt. I cried out, but he didn't understand.

"Yes, Diana, scream for me." He pulled back a couple inches and then thurst hard again, going at least five inches; it felt like I was being ripped open. He pulled back and made a final thrust all the way into me.

I grimaced and whimpered. John would never start fucking me before he had me properly warmed up. I guess that was one advantage of all the practicing he did with other women.

"Oh baby," he said, not having a clue he was hurting me. He pulled back again and began long, deliberate thrusts, slowly building momentum.

His cock burned inside my pussy. I felt like throwing him off of me. But after a few thrusts my pussy stretched and relaxed, adjusted to size of the fat cock pumping within it. My juices began to flow and lubricate my vagina so that his cock slid smoothly and it stopped hurting.

Soon it started to feel good. Yes. Each stroke a little better than than the last.

"Oh baby, this is hot," Ken whispered in my ear as he pumped a little faster.

"Mmm yes," I murmured and wrapped my arms around him. My entire life I had remained faithful to the same man that I gave my virginity to. Now after 45 years a second man had his dick inside me. It felt very strange, but good.

Suddenly Ken thrust all the way inside me as far as he could go and then held it, his entire body trembling. Then he relaxed and collapsed on top me. Was he done already? I was just starting to enjoy it.

Ken lay still for a minute, his body weight pressing down on me. The he lifted his head, looked into my eyes and said, "Wow! That was really hot sex. Was that good for you?"

"Um, it was nice."

"Oh, yeah. You really got me worked up. You are so damn sexy, Diana." He then pushed himself up off of me reached down to his crotch, held the bottom of the condom so it wouldn't leak as he pulled his slowly deflating dick out of me. He sat up on his knees at the end of the sofa and slipped the condom off, holding it up to show the end was filled with cum. "I must have squirted a quart. You are really, really hot, baby."

"That was quite a fuck," I said, grabbing a couple of tissues from a box on the end table. I handed him one and used the other to wipe off the juices that were oozing out of my pussy.

Ken tossed the condom and tissue into the wastepaper basket and started getting dressed. I did too.

"You are one remarkable woman, Diana. I'm so glad I met you. So, what are you doing tomorrow?"

I'm having dinner at Nick's, I thought, and afterward I'll probably fuck him too. So how honest did I want to be? I realized I had an out; my daughter, the college freshman, was coming home to do her laundry. "My daughter is coming home tomorrow, so I should spend time with her." It's true, I should spend time with her instead of fucking a bunch of different guys.

"Well, then, I'll call you later in the week and we'll see about getting together then." We were both dressed now and standing facing each other. He moved over and kissed me.

I kissed him back.

"You probably have stuff to do, so I should go." He hesitated. "Unless you want me to stay..."

"Um, yeah, I do, um, want you to stay, but, you're right, there are a few things I need to take care of..." I said awkwardly. There was thing in particular I wanted to take care of.

"Then I'll call you later."

I walked him to the door and we kissed one more time. As soon as he pulled out of the driveway I headed upstairs.

I reached under my bed and pulled out my vibrator. This is the third day in a row; these men are just warming me up for my vibrator. I started working on myself and the sensation became real intense real fast. As soon as I touched the tool to my clit I started to cum. I moved it around a little more and then went right for my most sensitive spot and held it there as my body convulsed in one of the most intense orgasms I ever had.

Yes, Ken had warmed me up real good.

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The growing list

I woke up on Saturday morning after my date with Nick. I made coffee and then got on my computer to check my new matches and emails. There were a bunch of older men, who looked it. I didn't mind that Nick was in his 50's because he was in great shape and didn't look his age.

There was one cute guy that caught my eye, Chris, 45, divorced, 5'8". He liked,

Cycling everywhere, hiking to a great scenic spot in the mountains and sitting there soaking in the view, hanging out on a deck with friends, exploring something or someplace new. Sitting in the outside section of a restaurant/pub and people watch.

I shot him off an email saying I liked the same things and would like to know more about him.

I went through the rest of the prospects, but no one really popped out at me as a guy whose cock I'd want to see pop out at me.

I showered and started getting ready for my busy day. At 10 I was having brunch with Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1", masters degree. Then at 2 I was going on a bike ride with Ken, 42, 5'7", never married.

When I arrived at the Egg and I, Ted was already waiting for me. That's what I like: men who are eager to try for my beaver. Ted greeted me with a friendly hug. He was tall, dark, chiseled features, slim, muscular.

Yes, I wouldn't mind fucking him, I thought. This felt strange to me. For my whole life, I did not think sexually of men I just met. Maybe deep down I had those feelings, but since I was happily married, I suppressed them. Now I found myself regularly staring at men's asses, glancing at there crotches, imagining them naked, wondering what it would be like to have them on top of me. It was a side of me that I didn't know existed. I felt very naughty, not in a guilty way, just excited at letting my sensual out show.

"So you have a masters degree," Ted opened the conversation when we were seated.

"Yes, in accounting. I manage the accounting department at Rocky Mountain Hardwoods." I replied, thinking about how I'd like to see his hardwood.

"I have an MBA and I'm a director of IT at an Internet company, GlobTech." He responded, ignoring the opportunity for the double entendre. "Have you been online dating for long?"

"Just over a week. How about you?"

"I've been divorced for about 5 years and have tried most of the available dating methods: the bar scene, online, speed dating, been setup by friends. I've had a couple of long term relationships, but now I'm single again. So I got back online and then I saw the most beautiful woman ever. I emailed her and now here we are."

I chuckled. "Thanks. Yes, here we are indeed."

"How has your first week on the dating scene been, Diana? Busy?"

"To honest, yes, I've meet a couple other guys already."

"I'm not at all surprised, Diana. You're an extremely attractive woman. I'm sure you're inundated by potential suitors. But what will it take for a man to win your heart?"

"My heart is not a prize," I replied. "I'm just looking to have a little fun."

"I like your attitude," he winked.

The rest of the conversation went well. He was witty, charming, intelligent. I liked him and wanted to see him again. He must have felt the same way, because when the check came he asked me out.

"I really enjoyed meeting you, Diana. Would you do me the honor of dining with me tonight?"

Oops, I'm going out with Ken later and didn't know if we'd be done. Then tomorrow was dinner at Nick's. "Darn, this is busy weekend for me. How about next Friday?"

Ted pondered for a few seconds, probably wondering what I was doing the rest of this weekend. Did he suspect that I was going to see two other guys, and maybe even fuck them both?

"Friday sounds great," he smiled.

If he suspected then he didn't care; he wanted his turn. And I think he would, because he was certainly tall enough to ride this ride.

Next Post: Riding Cherry Creek

Top off the evening

I closed the door as Nick drove away. It had been a great evening. Nick had really made me feel special, wanted, desired. I sooo needed that after feeling so rejected by my husband's cheating.

Yes, Nick really wanted me; I could tell that from the heavy make-out session we just had. I wanted him too. I came so close to inviting him into my house which I'm sure would have resulted in hot sex.

But we have a second date on Sunday and hopefully I would feel more comfortable then about going all the way. But now I was horny; Nick had definitely got my juices going.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, slipped off my shoes and stood in front of the full length mirror. This is what I would have offered to Nick tonight, my 45 year old body. I unbuttoned my dress and opened it up, revealing my bra and panties. I looked down at my red-painted toenails, then up to my still skinny ankles. My lower legs showed the shape of my leg bones in front and my calf muscles in back. My thighs tapered up to my French-cut panties. Definitely more firm than flabby. I checked my stomach: not as flat as it was when I was 25, but still in good shape. I slipped my dress all the way off and checked the shape my ass in the mirror. Not bad; I think lots of guys will want to hit this.

I thought about Nick. He should be home by now. I wonder how horny I made him? I wonder if he's going to jack off thinking about me? I knew what I wanted to do. I reached under the bed, pulled out the storage bin, dug out my vibrator and personal lubricant.

I plugged the vibrator, slipped off my panties and laid down on the bed. I applied some lubricant to my clitoris and then rubbed it around and spread it all around my labia and vaginal opening. It felt so good. I just rubbed myself by hand for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation. Then I imagined Nick at his home, stroking his hard cock, thinking of me. Sorry that I chickened out Nick; we really should be rubbing each other. I'm sure you'll get your chance soon and it'll be great.

I switched on the vibrator and began moving in big circles, then started zeroing into my vagina. Oh God yes, this felt good. I pressed it against my clit, held it, let it go, then pressed it harder and longer. Oh fuck yes, this feels good. Then, as I moved the vibrator around my clit I slipped a finger inside my vagina. Oh God, it made me squirm with pleasure. I put my finger in deeper. Yes, oh, yes, I sooo need a hard cock inside me. Oh yes, my hot, wet cunt, you'll be getting your hot beef injection very soon now. I put two fingers inside me as found my most sensitive spot and held the vibrator against it. Within seconds I was engulfed in a powerful orgasm that caused every muscle to convulse from my head to red-painted toenails.

Now that's the way to top off the evening.

Next post: The growing list

Dinner and a movie

If this is your first vist, why not start at the beginning?

I looked in my closet, trying to decide what to wear on my date with Nick that night. He was taking me to dinner and a movie, so I wanted to pick something nice, yet casual. I didn't want to overdress for the movies, but I wanted to look nice.

The first decision, pants, dress or skirt. I wore a skirt when we met for coffee, so he had seen my legs and hopefully was thinking of how he could slip in between them. I thought back to our meeting, remember what parts of me he checked out the most. I believe that it was my legs; yes, I think he's a leg man.

I found just the ticket. A nice spring dress, flower print, buttons down the front. The v-neck showed a nice hint of cleavage. There was a little bit of a slit up to bottom button, so that it would show some leg when I crossed them. If I left the bottom button unbuttoned it would show even more. And if Nick was good then later that night I'd let him undo all my buttons.

Nick arrived at my door a few minutes after 6PM. I looked him over from head to toe. He looked good: short-sleeve dress shirt, no tie, open collar, neatly pressed dockers, polished loafers. My eyes paused briefly at his crotch where I could see the shape of his manhood. He wasn't aroused, which what have been a bad sign at beginning of a date, but if his bulge was that size normally then I was in for a nice treat.

He led me out to his car, a late model BMW which was very clean inside. He took me to an Italian restaurant. Our table wasn't ready yet, so we went into the bar to wait.

I crossed my legs as I climbed onto the bar stool, allowing the slit in my skirt to expose most of my thigh. As Nick sat next to me he stared openly at my legs for several seconds, then his gaze moved to my waist, on up and lingered on my breasts before his brown eyes looked into mine and he gave me a warm smile. Oh yes, I thought, he wants me, he definitely wants me. I can't wait to show you my other slit.

"I hope you like this restaurant as much as I do, Diana," Nick said, "the alfredo sauce is to die for."

"I love a great alfredo, I just can't eat it that often because it has so many calories."

"Well, I can certainly tell from looking at you that you proactice good nutrition. You have an awesome figure."

"Thank you very much, Nick. You're in pretty good shape yourself. I don't mind splurging now and then. I can work out hard tomorrow." Or you can give me a hard workout tonight.

We had a very pleasant dinner and then went to see the latest romantic comedy with Colin Firth and Cate Blanchet. We raised the arm rest between our stadium seats so we could snuggle close togehter. At one point Cate and Colin had a very steamy love scene, during which Nick and I looked at each other and spontaneously kissed. It felt pretty hot, watching the action on screen and getting a little ourselves.

When the movie was over Nick drove me home. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Diana."

"I did too." We looked into each other eyes and moved closer together, our lips slowly but steadily drawn together, until finally they met, kissing softly at first, and then more firmly. He put his arms around me, and I put mine around him. I could feel his tongue moving to the front of his mouth. I slid my tongue slowly through my lips until I made contact with his. He quickly met my tongue with his own. The tips touched, then we each plunged forward, extending our tongues into each others mouths as we kissed more passionately. He moved his hands up to the back of my head to hold it steady as he kissed me harder. My hands began to explore his body, feeling his broad shoulders, his strong back. I moved one hand around to the front to feel his chest.

My heart began to flutter, my breathing quickened as got more excited. Almost my whole life I only had kissed one man, my husband John, with passion, and now I was making out with a new guy I had just met a few days ago. As we continued to kiss I felt myself getting aroused. I suddenly had mixed feelings. Part of me wanted to take Nick inside and fuck his brains out, but part of me was afraid. I was afraid that I was moving too fast. Not sure that I really wanted to be the kind of girl that put out on the first date now that I was faced with the real possibility of it.

What was I saving myself for? My husband John and I probably had had sex a million times. Well maybe not that many. I did some quick calculations. Ten times a week for the first ten years, ten times ten times fifty-two, that's over five thousand fucks. Then as we got older we tapered to maybe once or twice a week. At least I did, I later found out that John was fucking every slut he could. Still, for me, that was seven or eight thousand fucks. My pussy had been pounded from every possible angle.

But always it was the same familiar cock. Now here I was, making out with a man who I met through online dating, we had coffee, dinner, and a movie, and I was now considering taking him upstairs to the same bed where I had recently caught my husband banging one of his girlfriends.

We finally came up for air. We pulled our faces back and looked into each others eyes. Here was my chance. Just invite him in and let nature take its course. I hesitated; was I really sure this was what I wanted?

Nick smiled at me. "You are quite an extraordinary woman, Diana."

"Thanks," I murmured. And we can have one extraordinary fuck right now. Just invite him in. I still hesitated.

"I'd really like to see you again," he said.

I'd really like to see you naked, I thought. Go ahead, it's not too late, invite him in. No, perhaps this is the way to go. Fuck him on the second date. I may even be better that way. "Me too."

"How about if you come over to my place tomorrow and I cook us a nice dinner?"

Hmmm, dinner at his place. And some hot cream for dessert. Except, I'm seeing Ken tomorrow. Nick's dick will have to wait. "Sunday would be better for me."

"Sunday it is. I only live about ten minutes away. I'll shoot you an email with a map link."

"I'm looking forward to it." And also looking forward to you shooting something hot and gooey inside me.

We kissed some more, then he walked me to the door where we kissed again. I once more considered inviting him in, but thought, no, it will be much better to wait and do it on Sunday.

"I'll see you on Sunday," he said, then got in his car and drove away.

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