Some years ago, something happened to me that was beyond my wildest fantasies. I was picked up by a stranger for sex. It happened in a local gym. I am not sporty. I don't excercise for the sake of it, but I was recovering from an illness that had caused muscle wasting, I was advised to join a gym and employ a personal trainer to get back to full health. I don't like gyms, but I had little choice. It worked, I was at the stage of ending my membership and going back to my previous lifestyle. One saving grace of gyms, is the abundance of sparsely clad females. Tight leggings, tight shorts, tight tops that show everything and nothing. But the woman that caught my eye was a lissom beauty of mixed race, who favoured leotards, suggesting that she was a dancer. Many of the male members had tried their luck, all had been dismissed with scathing sarcasm. Females were treated less abruptly, but still universally rejected. I did not even try, I stood no chance, but the idea of those long, strong legs tight around my waist provided me with much wank-fodder as I pleasured myself in my lonely bed. I was single. Very single. Divorced for five years, longer than my marriage had lasted. I had had a few girlfriends since, but none of them lasted. The simple fact is that I'm boring. My taste in music leans towards the classical, I like opera and jazz, prefer rugby to football, prefer fillet steak to burgers and Barolo to Budweiser. I don't watch soaps. Apparently this all adds up to boring, I am an old man trapped in a young man's body. I have a well paying, fully absorbing job which I love. I had become a loner. Sex was mostly limited to solo performances, fueled by porn and even my taste in porn was strictly vanilla. If I fancied someone elses hands on my cock, the town where I live provides plenty of commercial options that I used every few weeks. But I was content. At least I had one muscle that had not wasted. One evening after my workout, the object of my desire was sitting alone in the cafe, crying. I could not control my nice guy impulse. "Are you alright?" I asked. She looked up. "Yes," she replied. Then added; "Thank you." I had expected the usual icy dismissal. "May I? " I said, indicating the empty chair opposite her. She shrugged. I sat. There were perishing looks from the handfull of Iron-pumpers present. Encouraged, I ventured; "Need a shoulder?" She looked up, there was an untouched cup of black coffee in front of her. "I've just been dumped," she sobbed. "By fucking text." "I'm sure there'll be others." I offered, nodding to the group of would-be suitors. The sneer returned. "Them?" She said. "Narcissistic wankers, the only thing they love is themselves." Well, at least we had something in common then. Her words echoed my opinions. Encouraged, I pushed further; "Do you want to get a drink somewhere that doesn't smell of stale sweat?" She looked up at me and cracked a little smile. The smile transformed her lovely face, full lips, high cheekbones, deep brown eyes. She nodded. There was a pub nearby, this was a Tuesday evening, the place was almost empty. I got the drinks and we sat at a corner table. Yes, she was a dancer, currently 'resting', i.e. unemployed. It seemed that her partner of four years, also a dancer, had been working in New York for six months and had decided to stay there. That was the text she had just received. I felt helpless. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked lamely. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and said; "You can take me somewhere where there's a bed, and fuck my brains out." I choked on my drink, when I could breathe I said; "Seriously?" She fixed me with her gaze again and echoed; "Seriously." "I'll get condoms." I said. She took my hand and stopped me, saying; "I want cock, not condoms." We left the drinks on the table. I held her hand tightly as we found a taxi. Even in the cab, I expected her to jump out at traffic lights and shout; "April fool!" But it was November. We reached my flat, I fumbled with the key, opened the door and ushered her in. "Would you…" I began. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me, pressing her lithe body against my erection. I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her closer. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled back allowing space between our lower bodies and pushed her hand between us, feeling for my cock. She broke the kiss and growled; "Get it out." She helped. As soon as it sprang free her hands were on it, then she dropped to her knees and sucked it into her mouth. Ecstasy. She held the shaft with her hand as she sucked and bobbed, making slurping noises. Normally I would already have laquered her tonsils by now, I am a sucker for sucking, but fortunately I had taken care of business before breakfast, so I was able to last a bit longer. Even so, I could feel the pressure building. Reluctanly, I pulled her off. She looked up at me and licked her lips. We staggered to the bedroom, stumbling over our gym bags which we had dropped as soon as the front door closed, plus the fact that I was hobbled by my pants round my ankles. We giggled our way to the bedroom. There was a race to get naked. She won and lay on my bed waiting. She was gorgeous. Her dark, lustrous skin seemed to glow in the artificial light, her tits were small and firm, adorned by correspondingly small, but pebble-hard nipples. She had no body hair, her prominent mound shone like the rest of her. Nor was she blemished by ugly tattoos or piercings. And oh, those long, slender legs. A goddess. And in my bed. I went straight for her tits, feasting on them. She placed both hands on my head, gently directing me. My cock was trapped beneath me, trying to jackhammer its way through the mattress, I shifted slightly, giving it room to breathe. I kissed every available square millimetre of her perfect body before homing in on her core. She parted her legs invitingly. Her cunt was protected by long, floppy outer lips which I parted with my tongue. Her entrance gleamed wetly. I plunged my tongue deep inside, she squealed in surprise and delight. I scoured her depths with my tongue, collecting her nectar. I licked and kissed my way around her now gaping entrance, deliberately avoiding her clit, resisting the pressure of her hands to guide me to her prominent bud. Instead I moved lower, rimming her arsehole before pressing inside with my stiffened tongue. She groaned, stiil she was trying to guide me to her pink rosebud clit. I relented, found it with my lips and sucked hard. She came immediately. I had never known a woman climax so easily. Proud but slightly disapointed, I released it and tried to move away. She pushed my head back. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Suck me." I happily resumed my feast, before long she was racked by a second orgasm. She still pushed my face into her gushing maw. I kept on licking and sucking, again she came. This time she pulled me away from her by my hair and gasped; "Fuck me." Certainly Madam. My balls were beginning to ache, my jaw was already aching. I scrambled up between her thighs, she spread herself almost the point of doing the splits, but withher knees raised. Her cunt gaped wide open, offering the largest possible target for my throbbing missile. To make absolutey sure that I didn't miss the target, she seized my cock with both hands and fed it into her chasm. I kissed her once with my cunt-wet lips, then those sinewy limbs wrapped around me like cling-film. There would be no escape until her hungry nether-mouth had been fed. I began my thrusts, amazinly she came yet again. I tried my best to make it last, but it was hopeless. She squealed in delight as I discharged a torrent of spunk deep inside her. I stayed on top, supporting most of my weight on my arms, but could still feel the powerful beat of her heart against mine. I tried my best to stay inside her, but as my cock softened, slipped wetly out. I rolled to one side and we lay entwined as our breathing returned to normal. Then she said; "You needed that as much as I did." I agreed, had. Then she continued; "That was my first sex in six months. Not counting D.I.Y." I visualised her masturbating. My cock rose at the thought. She noticed. "That," I said truthfully. "Is something that I'd pay to see." "Later perhaps. Tell me something about you." I gave her the short version. She digested it and said; "What about sex?" Reluctantly, I told her about my use of mercenaries, expecting her tp walk out. She did not. After a short silence, she asked; "How did that compare with a professional? " "No comparison possible," I replied. "That was like being in another dimension." She snuggled closer. "And in between times? Do you wank?" I nodded. She had been gently wanking my sticky cock. "Show me." She demanded, releasing me. I replaced her hand with mine she watched intently as stroked, slowly at first, with a slight screwing motion. Then speeding up. I stopped, my stalk quivered. "Do you just use your hand?" She asked. "Soometimes I use the other hand." I quipped. She giggled. "What I meant, was do you use toys." "No, I have never tried one." I replied. "You?" "Fingers " she said. "I do have a couple of dildoes for when I want to feel really stretched, but I don't like vibrators, too much noise, not enough control." My fingers were busy paddling in the trickle of our combined juices that oozed from her cunt. I raised myself, latched on to a nipple and began to concentrate on her clitoris, occasionally dipping into the well of her cunt. Her lovely body was racked by yet another orgasm. How many was that? And they say that it's a man's world? I held her until her spasms passed. She kissed me once then slid down my body to suck my throbbing cock back into her mouth. It was good last time, that had only been the starter. She kissed and licked it all over, grazing her teeth in the sensitive ridge on the underside. She sucked just the tip, pushing her tongue into the hole, then took me ball deep to the back of her throat. She sucked my balls, licked my perineum, rimmed my arse and penetrated the hole with her tongue as I had hers. All the time anticipating my climax and controlling it. I would have given an arm to spill everything into her clever mouth, but it was not to be. Instead she straddled me and guided me back into her sheath. She was in control, she rode me, then leaned forward so that I could thrust upwards into her. My hands were free, I could explore her slim body. I held both tits when she rode me and her lovely arse when she was leaning over me. My fingers sought out the tight pucker of her arse, lubricated with her own copious juice, and I gently eased a finger into the clench. Her body stiffened, she sat bolt upright and scolded; "No! Not that! Tongue yes, fingers no. And if you try to put your cock in there I'll break it off. " Chastened, I snatched my hands away. But she stayed mounted, even though my cock had lost some of its rigidity. I felt her body relax. She leaned down and kissed me, saying; "Sorry. I don't do anal, I should have told you." I was fine wth that. I would not even have attemped to arse-fuck her without her permission. I think that it's over-rated. I did it occasionally with my professionals, if it was offered, but it's all in the mind. A fat cock tightly gripped by an anal pucker might be a treat for the eyes, but really, I cant tell the difference with my cock. She resumed her ride, slightly less wildly but was soon up to speed. My climax was rapidly building. I warned her. "Give it to me," she snarled. "Fill me with your spunk." I tried my best. She stayed in position as my cock softened inside her. She murmered; "I like to feel it shrink inside me." Then she leaned down, kissed me and whispered; "But I prefer to feel it grow inside me. Can you do that?" I tried and succeeded, much to her delight. I added spice by clenching my muscles, causing it to twich. She squirmed in pleasure. But it couldn't keep it hard, sadly it slipped out. She walked up me on her knees, still straddling me, leaving a snail trail up my body and chest until her still dilated, cum-filled cunt was right in front of my face. "I dare you." She teased. Eat my own spunk? I had seen it on porn. I had often thought about how it would feel. I pulled her onto me and enclosed as much of her gape as I could. The stuff gushed from her. Not so bad as you might think. Mission accomplished. She loved it. She stayed all night. We didn't sleep much. I lost count of the number of times we fucked. I'm counting penetration as a fuck, most of them didn't produce anything more than a drip of cum. If a measurable ejaculation is your definition, then there was only one more, from behind, like spoons. I pretty sure that that resulted in spunk changing ownership. I will never know because I fell asleep with my cock in her cunt. I awoke to find myself alone in the bed. I went to call out, but realised that I didnt know her name. I heaved my weary body from the bed to look for her, but she had gone. Written in lipstick on my bathroom mirror,was a message; "Thank you. That was much better than counselling. " I never saw her again, she didn't return to the gym. I did, and I renewed my membership. I made a promise to myself to improve my fitness, because you never know...