Cindy stepped off the elliptical machine and toweled her face, mopping up the sweat. Her ass, thighs, and calves were burning nicely from forty minutes on the machine. She’d do some abs, a weight circuit, and the daily torture would be done.

Because of the speakers in her ears, connected to the iPod at her waist, she didn’t hear what the man said to her when she turned around. She saw his lips moving, but it looked for all the world like a handsome fifty-something gentleman singing with Gwen Stefani’s voice. She pulled the earpieces out.

“Sorry, just wondering if you were done,” he said.

“Just finishing up,” Cindy replied, throwing her towel over her shoulder. The man had hair that was once dark but was now mostly grey, particularly at the temples. The thing that struck her most was his physique. He had strong muscles and a lean body. All in all, he was a very handsome man. Cindy hoped that whoever she married would still look that good in thirty years.

She went on with her workout. She was used to being checked out in the gym, and she paid it no mind. Most of the guys there were regulars, and she knew them.

In the aerobics room, doing crunches, she looked over and saw the older guy again. He was doing leg lifts, holding his muscled legs up, heels six inches off the mat, for thirty seconds, then resting, then repeating. Cindy knew how hard that was. Impressive. She found herself checking him out, which was funny, because he hadn’t really checked her out at all.

She finished her workout and retrieved her jacket from the women’s locker room. She’d shower at home. Cindy headed for the exit, and, when she looked over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t let the door close on anyone coming behind, saw the older man again.

“Hi again,” she smiled.

“I know, I’ve been coming here for months and never see you, all of a sudden I bump into you three times today,” he laughed.

“Well, maybe if I keep running into you, I’ll be able to do leg lifts like you can,” she grinned, walking down the block. He was walking the same way she was.

“Glad you noticed,” he said.

“I just do those myself, and I don’t do them as well as you.”

“At my age, you’ve got to be willing to take the burn if you want to keep the spare tire away,” the man laughed. “My name’s Rick. Rick Stevenson.”

“Cindy Kim.”

“Nice to meet you. Hope you don’t think I’m stalking you. I live down this way,” he grinned.

“I was just going to reach for my pepper spray, but I guess I’ll hold off,” Cindy kidded.

“Please do!”

Cindy shrugged, “Besides, a girl could do worse than to have you for a stalker.”

“A guy could do worse than to stalk you,” Rick said lightly. He was quiet for a couple seconds, then said suddenly, “You know, I’m just going to ask you, and feel free to say no. But I’m single, and you’re very beautiful, and I would love to take you out to dinner.”

Cindy tossed her hair, looking up at him, “a date?”

He smiled, “Yes. A date. I know a great seafood place on 2nd and Bainbridge.”

“I love that place!” she replied.

“Are you free tonight?” he asked. It was a Friday.

“Actually, I have a date tonight,” she replied. He nodded, accepting. She smiled, “But I’m free Sunday night.”

His eyes brightened, “Great! Shall I pick you up or meet you at the restaurant?”

“Meet me at the restaurant. 7 o’clock?”

They’d reached the street corner, and he apparently lived down the other way from Cindy. He nodded, waving, “7 o’clock it is.”


By Sunday afternoon, Cindy was wondering what she was getting herself into. Rick was a really good-looking guy, particularly for his age. But he was thirty years older than her, and she didn’t know him at all. She hadn’t told anyone about the date, because she knew what they’d say.

He’s too old for you. You’re too young for him. What are you thinking? What kind of guy his age asks out a 22 year old? Blah blah blah.

Bottom line, she was curious. So she was going to have a date with him. She got out of the shower at 6:15 and dried off in her room. She turned around in front of the mirror, nude. The gym was a great thing for living in the city. She missed the college swimming pool and the fantastic running trails in North Carolina. Running in downtown Philly was an exercise in futility and a game of Russian roulette, all rolled into one. But the gym was nice, and she’d become an addict of the elliptical stepper, like everyone else she knew. She loved what it was doing for her butt. She figured her butt looked better than it had in college.

Cindy applied her minimal makeup, then began rooting through her lingerie drawer. She finally found the black v-string she was looking for and the matching bra. Probably nothing was going to happen, but she always went on a date prepared. It was a warm night, so she slipped on a tight black silk dress with spaghetti straps and a high hem, then she stepped into her favorite black kitten heels. She looked hot, but decided she didn’t like the way the bra straps looked showing with this dress, so she removed the bra. Everyone in the restaurant would probably think she was a pro with Rick, but that wasn’t her problem.

Cindy walked alone down to the restaurant, close to fifteen blocks away. It was a nice night, and her stroll down South Street was the usual mix of pleasant sight-seeing and ignoring the calls from homeboys up in their rides. Even if she’d been Chinese, Cindy wasn’t very likely to respond positively to calls of, “Yo, Chinese girl!”

She’d decided to meet Rick at the restaurant because, if he was a psycho, she’d figure it out during the meal, and he wouldn’t know where she lived. It was a safe walk to the restaurant at that hour. As long as he was normal, he could do the courtesy of walking her home.

She found him there waiting for her, standing outside the restaurant. He looked very handsome in a polo shirt and khaki slacks. She could tell from the way he looked her up and down that he liked very much what he saw.

Even better, he didn’t bother to play it cool. He smiled broadly when she walked up to him and said plainly, with total candor, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you!” she said. It was nice. She could tell he meant it, and he said it without sounding horny. She slipped an arm around him and accepted a warm kiss on the cheek.

He escorted her in and said to the host, “My usual table, Marco.”

“Of course, Rick. Wine for you and your lovely guest?”

“Yes, please, Marco. That would be nice.”

Cindy was impressed. Maybe Rick had slipped a twenty to the host just before she’d arrived, but it was still a very cool exchange. But somehow Cindy didn’t think this was just a show. Out of his workout duds, Rick was very casually sporting a Baume and Mercier watch. And when they’d parted company two days before, he’d been walking toward Society Hill. He carried himself like a successful guy, a guy accustomed to eating at fancy restaurants and having the host speak to him with respect. And he didn’t need to be a dick about it. He was warm to Marco and greeted three different waitresses by name on his way in.

“You eat here every night?” she asked.

Rick laughed, “No, but maybe once a week. I’m a real estate developer, and I have a lot of business dinners with clients from out of town. This place always leaves them satisfied.”

“Oh,” she said. Somehow it just didn’t seem quite right to reply, “I sling coffee in a bar and have no idea what I want to do with my life, but sometimes I get a guy to take me here because he thinks I’ll give it up to him if he ponies up for an expensive dinner.” So she didn’t.

Rick was cool. He was cool in a way that Cindy hadn’t quite experienced before. She was used to the cool that guys in their twenties threw around. Hip references, good bodies, bawdy humor, maybe some nice dance moves if the date went that way. Rick had a cool at a totally different level. He would just watch Cindy while she talked, letting her say whatever she wanted, and smoothly keeping the conversation going with sharp insights, a genuine interest in who she was and what she thought, and a wry sense of humor that was absolutely hysterical.

And then there was the way he interacted with the people at the restaurant. She’d seen him with the host. My usual table – and there it was. He knew the waitress by name, the drink guy by name, and the busboy by name. He spoke to them with respect, when it was patently clear that he could have shit on them and they would have taken it.

Then the owner and chef came out with the entrée. Cindy hadn’t seen that one before. But there it was, the owner carrying Rick’s entrée, the chef carrying Cindy’s.

“The lobster looks very good tonight, Rick, I think you two will love it,” said the owner.

“Gino, I have no doubt about that. Antonio, how is your daughter?”

“She was released from the hospital yesterday, thanks for asking. She and the baby are doing wonderfully!” the chef beamed.

Rick grinned at Cindy, “Antonio’s a brand new grandfather. A boy, wasn’t it?”

Antonio smiled broadly, “I’ll sit with you two and show you pictures all evening if you’re not careful, Rick.”

The owner, Gino (though Cindy figured on any other night it would be Mr. Something), shooed Antonio away, “When Rick has such a lovely companion?! Don’t you dare! Ms. Kim, don’t be overly indulgent with Antonio with way Rick is.”

“I’d love to see the pictures,” Cindy protested.

“See?!” the chef said. He showed them a half dozen pictures of his new grandson before the owner more forcefully pushed him away, leaving Cindy and Rick to each other, the candlelight, the wine, and some of the most delicious food she’d ever eaten.

They stayed and talked long after the meal was done, going through two bottles of wine. Cindy knew she was being wined and dined in the true sense of the term, and she was loving it. At last Rick paid, tipping the waiter generously, and the two of them left.

The night was now dark and cool. Rick put his arm around Cindy’s waist, guided her quickly across the mayhem that was 2nd and South, and up into the opulent peace of Society Hill. Suddenly they were one of a few couples walking and talking quietly in one of the most beautiful sections of the old, historic city. The walk back to Rick’s place was as romantic as every other moment of the date.

“Would you like to come in, or should I walk you home?” he asked.

“I’d love to see your place,” she said quickly.

He smiled, squeezed her a little harder, and led her up the steps to his door. He had a townhouse in Society Hill, with a gate in front of the door. They went through the gate, then through the oak door. He turned on the light and she looked around at the hardwood floors, the elegant décor. It was a beautiful place.

“My bachelor pad,” he smiled.

“How are you not married?” she asked, totally at ease.

He shrugged, “Divorced. It happens.”

“Lucky me,” she replied.

“Can I get you a drink? An after dinner something?”

“No thanks, I’m already tipsy from dinner,” she said, walking into the living room and sitting on the leather sofa.

He followed her in, sitting next to her, an arm around her shoulder. Cindy looked at him, turned to him, took his shirt in her hands, and pulled him close for a passionate kiss. God, he was a good kisser. His arm around her shoulder held her close, his other hand moving through her hair. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, touching his tongue playfully. She was totally into the smooth thing he had going, but she was 22 and she was going to play like it. He smiled through the kiss, letting her do what she wanted.

Cindy slipped her leg over his, facing him, straddling his lap, her hands on the back of his head. He hugged her close to him in his strong arms. 54 years old or not, he had a firm body. She rubbed her pelvis against him, feeling the bulge pushing back against her.

That seemed to be in working order as well.

His hands, having moved up and down her back, dropped to her hips. He stroked her bare thighs, moved his hands back up under her dress, cupping her bare ass. He had a firm grip that she very much liked.

Cindy broke off the kiss, leaning back on his lap, and she smiled at him. She moved her hands behind her back and unzipped her dress all the way down her back. Rick obligingly pulled it up over her head. She watched him look her body up and down appreciatively as she straddled his lap in her v-string and kitten heels.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. He ran his hands up and down her sides, moving over and squeezing her breasts softly, running his fingers around her nipples.

“That feels nice,” she purred. She loved the way he was able to bluntly show her how hot he thought she was without sounding desperate or horny about it. It was just matter of fact. He thought she was hot, he wanted to fuck her, and that was that.

She leaned forward again, pressing her body against him, kissing him, enjoying the warm touch of his hands on her bare back, his caress on her ass, the way he kept playing with the strings of her thong.

“Do you want to take it off?” she asked him, chewing on his ear.

“No!” he breathed. “I want to leave this on!”

She loved that answer. She kissed him again, pressing her crotch against his bulge, moving against him, letting him feel her body. She leaned back, reaching down, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. He looked down at her hands freeing his cock from his pants. Cindy looked down at him, stroking him. He was rock hard.

She slid down off his lap, onto the floor, kneeling there in front of his couch. She brushed her hair back with one hand, stroking his cock with the other, then she got on her knees and leaned forward, kissing his cock. He kept his hands on the back of the couch, just like she wanted, passively watching her kiss, lick, and suck him. She looked up at him, letting him see how much fun she was having sucking his cock. He moaned appreciatively, watching her intently, just as he’d done when they’d talked in the restaurant.

“Do you like watching?” she asked, tonguing his cock.

“Of course,” he smiled.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she said, kissing him.

“I’m not going to waste it in your mouth,” he replied. “Besides, I’ve been dying all night to eat your pussy.”

“Even during dinner?”

“From the moment you showed up looking so hot,” he said.

Cindy stood up in front of him, beginning to pull down her panties. But he held her wrists and shook his head.

“Leave it on,” he said.

She smiled. He gently turned her around, looking at her backside, stroking her hips and buttocks. He slipped a hand between her thighs and ran his fingertips along her pussy, feeling her wetness through her panties.

“That feels nice,” she moaned, touching her own erect nipples.

“Your body is amazing,” he said. “Lay on the couch.”

She did as he asked, laying down on the couch, spreading her legs. He kneeled on the floor, sliding the crotch of her panties aside, touching her labia and clitoris softly. She arched her back, groaning at the wonderful sensation. He kissed up the inside of her thigh, his lips finally finding her pussy, his tongue slipping between her engorged labia, up to her erect clitoris. Cindy cried out happily. He slipped a finger slowly into her, deep into her pussy, while his tongue probed her clitoris. The man knew how to eat a pussy. He was hard as a rock, and had practically pulled her off his cock so he could do this to her. She was in heaven.

Cindy laid back and took it, one hand on the back of his head, the other clutching the back of the couch. Her left leg was up on the couch, her right foot, still in that little kitten heel, on the floor. He had deftly moved her panties aside, and had two fingers inside her, his skillful tongue working her clitoris. He probed her perfectly, building her ecstasy. She smiled, moaning, and came for him, crying out loudly with pleasure, letting him know exactly how good he was making her feel.

“Now it’s your turn to lay down,” she moaned, sitting up. She sat on the couch in front of him, pulling his shirt over his head, pulling his slacks and briefs down as he stood. He looked good nude. He had grey hair on his chest, but his body was lean and firm. His cock was erect, powerful, right in front of her. She contradicted herself, taken by a sudden urge, and didn’t let him lie down quite yet. She grabbed his cock with both hands and leaned forward. She sat on the couch, sucking his cock, stroking his shaft with one hand, massaging his balls with the other, loving his taste. He stroked her hair, looking down at her, watching her every motion.

“Oh, Cindy,” he moaned at last. “Oh, don’t make me cum in your mouth.”

She slipped her mouth off his cock, kissing it lightly, and she smiled up at him. She laid him down on the thick area rug, his cock pointing to the ceiling. She turned, facing away from him, standing over him. He looked up at her body in that little v-string, still pulled to the side, her bare puffy labia revealed.

She squatted down, reaching between her legs and guiding his cock to her descending pussy. She settled on him, moving her body back and forth as his cockhead pushed into her pussy. She moaned happily, feeling him stretch her, enter her, and fill her. She looked over her shoulder, saw him staring at her. He loved that little v-string, loved the way she was looking in it. So she was going to leave it on while she fucked him, taking him that way so he could see everything so well. She let go of his cock, her hands on his thighs, and she rose and lowered on him, letting him watch his shaft, wet with her juices, slide in and out of her. He could see her labia pulling down on his cock as she rose. He could see her ass when she leaned forward, the strap of that thong pulled aside.

She moved up and down on him, taking him fully in, rising up, pounding down on him again, feeling another orgasm build. She let it go, cumming as she rode him, crying out that it felt so fucking good. She rammed her body down on him, grinding back and forth, hitting a powerful climax that had her screaming with pleasure. Then she was aware of his hands on her hips, holding her down, his body bucking. His hot cum shot deep within her. At last he was cumming, done with holding out. That sent her to another orgasm, right on top of the one she was having, a powerful blast that took her breath away. Her body shook with pleasure, her muscles spasming. She closed her eyes, just taking the sensation with him.

They slowed their movements, gasping, and she rose off him. She turned, lying on him, kissing him.

“That was amazing,” she moaned happily, loving the feel of his warm body, bare skin against bare skin.

“It was phenomenal,” he sighed. “Can’t wait to see what you have in mind next.”

“Ready to go again?” she asked. She’d assumed he’d be one and done.

“I’ll need to eat your pussy for a while to recover but…yeah,” he said.

He rolled her over onto her back, kissed her lips, her breasts. He paused awhile at her breasts, touching her pussy with his hand while he enjoyed kissing her nipples, first the right, then the left. She writhed with pleasure, enjoying the sensations he was giving her. He took his time, always with a hand on her pussy, keeping her near to a climax, kissing and nuzzling her tits. Most of her lovers didn’t spend nearly enough time on her tits. Rick knew how to make her feel so good that way.

At last, sensing she was ready to cum for him again, he moved down, kissing her abs, the insides of her thighs, and at last returning his tongue to her clit, his fingers slipping back inside her. She played with her own nipples, legs open wide for him, accepting all the pleasure he was giving to her. He brought her right back to her peak, brought her over to another orgasm so fast she didn’t know what had hit her. He kept going, licking and kissing her clitoris, probing her pussy with his fingers, never letting her far away from her climax.

“Fuck, please fuck me again!” she cried.

He moved right up her body, sliding his cock into her. She brought her knees back, wrapping her lean legs high around his back, her heels dangling off her toes. He buried his cock to the hilt in her, his balls slapping her ass. It was a perfect, powerful thrust, taking her in that moment from the brink of ecstasy to a screaming climax. Cindy cried out happily, taking the pleasure. Rick held it there, his hard cock deep in her, moving his hips ever so slightly to increase her pleasure. She came hard and long, then begged him to fuck her.

He pumped his cock into her, long, fast thrusts that hit her spot every time. She dug her nails into his back, squeezed his torso with her legs, feeling his cock pump into her, his balls smacking her ass. She came for him again and again, unable to believe what a fantastic lover he was.

He pulled out of her, turned her over onto her hands and knees. Before he could take her, she crawled to the couch, looking over her shoulder with her eyes twinkling mischeviously. She wiggled her ass at him, peeling the thong down at last, past her knees, taking it off carefully so as to keep her shoes on. She tossed it aside, spreading her knees apart, her breasts pressed against the cool leather of the sofa. He moved behind her, hands on her hips, and slid his cock into her pussy. She buried her face in the sofa, arching her back and letting him take her from behind. He did, powerfully, ramming her pussy hard and fast, bringing her to climax after climax. She was about to beg for mercy when he rammed her deep, pumping his cum into her, gasping in ecstasy with her.

He kissed her shoulder, his hands caressing her body. He pulled his softening cock out of her pussy. Cindy moved up onto the couch, brushing her hair back, sitting on the sofa with her legs open wide. Rick knelt in front of her, leaned forward, kissing her.

“Ready for bed?” he asked.

She took his hand, kicked off her heels, and he led her upstairs to the bedroom. They sat in his whirlpool bathtub, kissing. He got hard again and Cindy rode him, straddling him and facing him in the tub, the warm water moving around them as they fucked, his cock tantalizing her pussy, making her orgasm on him. He was way beyond cumming, simply enjoying feeling her and watching her ride him and hit her peaks on him. At last they left the tub, dried each other, and he took her into the bed where they kissed, nude under the covers.

Cindy woke up with him and he walked her back home. He had to get to work. On the way to her place they talked.

“You know I’m too old for you,” he said.

“I know,” she replied. “I’m not looking for a relationship, or a patron, or anything like that. But you’re the best date I’ve had in awhile, and you’re a wonderful lover.”

“Can I take you out again?” he asked.

She smiled, “I’d like that very much.” She’d never had an older lover before. It was a damn shamed to think of how much she’d been missing.

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