As a male approaching sixty years of age, I thought I had encountered everything worthwhile in this life. I look back with no regrets. I came from a good and loving family and had a good education that made me comfortable, if not exceedingly rich. I have two great kids that are doing well and an ex-wife I get along with. We were good together, just not good together married.

All in all, everything was more than anyone should reasonably expect.

Then I met Kris.

And things got better.

I was at a gym working out when I was approached by a familiar face. Kris was the daughter of an old colleague from a previous job I held. I was reminded of this when she asked if I remembered her.

She was dressed in typical workout clothes, a tight-fitting sports bra, yoga shorts and running shoes. Her body was at once fit and approaching being beautifully voluptuous. One thing I had to pry my eyes from was the magnificent cleavage created by her DD sized breasts. Sprinkled across her bust were freckles, and for some reason there were the sexiest thing I could have ever imagined.

I surmised all of this in just a few seconds before I responded, “Of course I remember you, Kris.”

She was pleased I knew her and gave me a hug. Pressing her breasts against me started an immediate chain reaction in my lower extremities as my cock began to quickly inflate. As my dick pushed forward into her she smiled, looked down, and said, “I’m glad to see you too.”

Inside, I was embarrassed by my reaction, but externally I hoped I looked unfazed as I said, “It’s good to see you, too.”

We chatted for a few minutes, then she surprised me again by saying, “I heard you were divorced. Are you seeing anyone regularly?”

Jokingly, I said, “Not at the moment. Why? Do you have someone you want to introduce to me?”

“Yes. Me.”

Without another word, she asked what my cell number was. I told her, and she said, “I don’t have any plans this weekend. I’ll text you my address. Plan on coming by Saturday at six.”

Then she walked away.

I must have looked silly standing there, gaping at Kris as she walked away. I regained my composure and finished my workout. I showered and went home. As I was walking in my front door, my phone pinged, alerting me to a text message from Kris.

So good to see you. Here’s my address. Let me know what you’d like for dinner. Don’t worry about bringing anything. And I’m dessert! xoxo❤️

Now my head was spinning. I’m easily twenty years older than Kris, and I was headed for a date with her that she initiated. Her dad would be furious that I would even contemplate seeing Kris. But I didn’t care. I figured I would play it by ear and see what happened. I was looking forward to Saturday night.

At precisely six pm I knocked on the door of the address Kris had sent me. I was dressed casually in a white linen shirt, slacks and loafers. She answered the door, and my breath was taken away by how incredible she looked. She was in a yellow sundress that hugged her chest and waist and flared out past her knees. She wore spaghetti sandals that were multicolored. I sensed she was naked under the dress. My suspicion was confirmed with she hugged me in a greeting that allowed me to feel her every bump and curve.

I handed her the flowers and the bottle of wine I had brought with me. Then I followed her into her home.

“Come see my house,” Kris said after putting the flowers in a vase and opening the wine to let it breathe. She took me by the hand and gave me the grand tour. We ended up in her bedroom. It was full of light from large windows and a white comforter spread across a king-sized bed.

“This is where we’ll have dessert, unless we don’t make it all the way here,” Kris said smiling.

I looked at her and said, “Kris, you’re getting way ahead of me. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Look,” Kris said, “I’ve always liked you, and you’re single, I’m single. We’re adults. I want to sleep with you, and I think I can convince you to sleep with me. Nothing else matters. Now let’s taste your wine and eat supper, and then we’ll come to bed.”

With that said, Kris turned around and walked away. I thought about what she said for a moment, and then I was in.

I caught her by the arm and spun her around. I kissed her as my hands clutched her body. She responded by kissing me with her mouth open and her tongue probing my mouth.

“I guess,” she said, “dessert first.”

I unzipped her dress, and it fell and pooled at her feet. She stepped away as I marveled at her naked body. She had melon-sized tits, tight abs and a perfect ass. Her thighs were the size of a gymnast’s, thick and strong, tapering down to toned calves and perfectly pedicured feet.

Her body was one worth worshipping.

And to make matters even more perfect, she had freckles sprinkled throughout her body. Like stars in the night sky, they were a beautiful match to her body.

I pulled off my clothes and pushed Kris onto her back. I spread her legs apart and started kissing the inside of her magnificent thighs. I didn’t bother taking off her sexy sandals. I nibbled around her sex, teasing her. I felt heat radiating from her shaved cunt and then plunged my face into her pussy. I licked and kissed and suckled her slit, then I clamped onto her clit and sucked.

“Oh fuck! That feels fantastic!”

She started thrusting her crotch upwards as she wrapped her legs around my head. I felt a wave of pleasure coming and building in her body, so I slipped my right index finger into her puckered anus to my first knuckle. She screamed as the first orgasm washed over her body.

“Oh fuck! Oh, oh, oh my fucking god!”

Her body tensed, and my head felt like it was being squeezed by a velvet vice. Waves of pleasure coming over and over her body.

After a few minutes, she relaxed, and I moved up her body and lingered at her freckled breasts. Her two-inch around areola and pencil-hard nipples felt firm and meaty as I sucked one, then the other fleshy tits.

Kris groaned in lust and said, “I’ve thought of fucking you since I was eighteen. Now roll on your back.”

I did as directed, and Kris leaned over to kiss the head of my dripping cock.

“Mmmm, you taste good. I’ll give you a world-class blowjob later. Now I’m going to fuck you silly.”

She gripped my cock with her right hand and guided me to her wet and hot slit. She rubbed my cock against her labia and then slowly impaled herself on me.

Bareback.

She was tight and wet and warm and perfect. She squeezed me with her pelvic floor muscles, and it felt like being squeezed by an angel’s grip. Heavenly.

I started thrusting upwards, but she stopped me and said, “Relax. Let me do the work.”

Then she braced herself against her headboard and started rocking her hips. Slowly. Then faster and faster. I felt a boiling sensation radiating from the core of my body. I was quickly ready to cum, and I told her, “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

She picked up the pace of her hip rocking speed as I felt a volcanic wave start at the top of my head and the bottom of my feet.

I suddenly erupted into Kris, pumping ropes of my sperm into her. At the same time, she cried out that she was cumming, and we were hit with simultaneous climaxes.

We had just fucked.

Like rabbits in heat.

Kris was breathing like she had just run a sprint and collapsed onto my chest. Sweat and the smell of sex permeated her bedroom. Our bodies slicked against each other’s. My cock shrank inside Kris, but remained turgid enough to rest inside her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t last for you. But I’ll do better next time.”

“You did fine,” she said. “We’ll just practice.”

Then she kissed me.

“Why me?” I asked.

“You were always nice to me. The guys I’ve dated have been assholes. When I saw you at the gym, something clicked. I thought it over for one second and decided we needed to fuck. Was that okay?”

“Perfect.”

“How was dessert?”