Marc's Single Life

Author's Note: This is the second in a series of five. It could be stand-alone but best if you read part one for full context. All characters are well over 18.

Part 2 - A New Experience

Every gym has one; that smiley, friendly older lady everyone respects and admires. Ours is Gracie. She seemed to be there no matter what time of day you went. I couldn't tell how old she was or which side of 50 she was on, perhaps closer to 60 than 40. I wasn't sure but Gracie was still in fantastic shape. I'd love to have seen her 25 years ago; I'll bet she was a goddess. We often small-talked by the water machine over nothing topics like weather and traffic. She's friendly with everybody so I never thought much of it. Maybe it was my imagination but I got nervous when I saw her talking to Married Christine after she walked off; they seemed like maybe they were friends outside the gym. I don't know why I care, Christine has much more to lose than I do so there's no way she'd say anything. Would she?

I like to finish my workouts with yoga stretches in one of the unoccupied dimly lit yoga studios. It helps me stay loose and decompress in the quiet stillness. My Zen was interrupted by a flick of the light switch and a startled apology. I invited Gracie in and offered an apology of my own for surprising her. She placed her mat close enough to mine for conversation and showed impressive flexibility; those yoga pants were molded to her ass, far too shapely and firm for her age. She looked good; and I let her know, leaving out the 'for your age' part. I didn't want to be patronizing or insulting to anyone, and certainly not someone with more life experience than me. Besides, she looked good for any age.

Every guy has some degree of kink for older women. It probably starts with a crush on an attractive teacher, or maybe one of your mother's friends, and it never really goes away. Our conversation came naturally and progressed in a most favorable way.

Gracie's home was beautiful; too big for a widow to live in by herself but I understand the desire to stay in her kids' childhood home and give them a place to come home to now that they're on their own. I respected her request for me to clean up first and a refreshed Gracie answered the door dressed only in a bathrobe, wasting no time leading me to her bedroom. I admit the novelty of taking an older woman and wondered how different it might be. Her body was natural without any artificial enhancements and was once a work of art. However, Father Time is undefeated and gravity had begun taking its toll. Being with an older woman is different, but not in the way I expected. The more I gazed into Gracie's eyes and held her in my arms, the more I appreciated her. Christine is fucking hot but Gracie is just beautiful even, especially, without her workout gear artificially shaping her imperfections. Best of all, she wasn't at all shy about letting me worship her nude form. She was honest about it being so long since she's been with a man and I intended to help her make up for lost time.

However, I felt like I was losing her vibe the more I softly kissed and held her. She seemed frustrated, moving my hands around in an effort to speed things along. I finally realized this widow in a sexual drought didn't want a loving husband experience. If it's a good fucking she wants, I'm honored to be the one she chose to give it to her. Gracie smiled instantly when I pulled her up by her hips so she was on her hands and knees. A small amount of loose skin around her midsection dipped below, her boobs swayed and rocked back and forth. Gracie's full, womanly lips extended down awaiting my arrival. Unlike the women of my generation, Gracie was not only uninhibited, but proud of her lean, fit, 50-ish year old body. Her body didn't have imperfections or flaws, just the character of her life's experience. Her combination of confidence and beauty warmed me up to the point you could hang a towel on my cock.

Gracie wasn't interested in letting me tease her with the tip; no sawing lengthwise back and forth. She reached back, held me still and backed into me. I obliged and drove home in one quick thrust. The squelching, sloshing sounds of an experienced woman were sweet music to my ears. Given my own age, I think she was expecting me to quickly finish but the more she looked back at me the more I punished her, slamming my pelvis into her ass. I alternated stroking and yanking her grayish hair and lifting her hips up and down, rotating myself around inside her.

A vacuum sounding squelch accompanied my sudden withdrawal. I rolled her over onto her back and crashed down on top of her. She's our gym goddess, she can handle it. Our sexual marathon continued as I kissed my way down her body with my face pressed against her full lips, pulling back mouthfuls of flesh and tongue-fucking her as deeply as I could.

All good things must end and the sexual marathon of my life had run its course. I don't know how she wanted me to finish and didn't care. I like to be on top of a beautiful woman and admire my work. The bottoms of her feet rested up against my shoulders as I drove back in with intensity. Her loose titties slid up and down each time I thrust into her and repetitively withdrew all the way out before pounding back into her.

As close as I was, I never want to finish before my lover; it's unkind. I look for the signs: a contorted expression, uncontrolled breathing, involuntary twitches and tremors. You know you've done your job when the goosebumps arrive at just the right moment in the crescendo of her climax. It's time. Gracie jammed her soft, pedicured toes into my mouth. I wasn't expecting that but I was happy to oblige if it helped her. I gripped her arch with one hand and sucked her toes as my other hand held her against my pelvis and emptied myself into her.

I figured a woman of Gracie's generation would appreciate attentive aftercare and I took the towel from her hands to gently clean up my mess while I kissed her. Or attempted to. I had to laugh internally, Gracie is definitely one of those women who wants to be left alone. The male ego wants to leave his conquests wanting more. The mature male ego knows when his job is finished. Gracie wasn't rude, she's just a woman who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. She walked me to the door without a firm commitment we'd do this again, just a 'see you around' as if she were dismissing a gigolo who'd done what she hired him to do. Ceding that feeling of conquest to his partner gives a guy a feeling of satisfaction all its own.