Dipping my toes in the kiddy

Dipping my toes in the kiddy pool
At the end of my marriage and the finalization of a very long divorce, I found myself where maybe most women found themselves, very broken; emotionally, mentally, and physically. I felt unloved, unwanted and unattractive. I had no sex life at the end of my marriage, however I did still have my very healthy sex drive.

I was taking care of myself as often as possible. This is when my sex toy collection doubled in size. It took me a short while (thanks to some amazing friends, female and male) to start feeling normal again, attractive, sexy, desirable. Although I was still not at a place where I was ready to engage in any sexual activity with anyone else. That was something that I needed to ease in to. I hadn’t dated in 12 years, and I was never one to really flirt. So, I was really off my game.

My friends encouraged me to put myself out there, go mingle with people, test the waters. So, I decided to join a gym. It had been years since I was in a gym, however when entering it still had that same old feeling. A big meat market, but with barbells and the smell of sweaty spandex. I was older now though, so it was easy to just move past the stares and head nods in my direction. Although when I looked around there wasn’t anyone who sparked my curiosity.
In some ways I think maybe I’m like a guy. I can look at a guy, and yes, I do look at the package, no different than a guy looking at my tits or ass and know within the first 2 mins. If I’d fuck him or not. At this point I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I honestly was just looking to get laid. To engage in the dirty-dirty with a live penis. Not a rechargeable plastic phallic toy.

For me, someone with an uber sex drive, this was very frustrating. I thought maybe I was losing my mojo. I discussed this with my friends these perplexing feelings and they had a suggest, to get my mojo back have a romp in the sack with a younger man. I’ve never dated younger man. I’ve only ever dated older men or men my age. And honestly whenever I’d discuss this with friends, I’d say I didn’t want a “puppy” that I’d needed to train. Not nice I know, so I do deeply apologize for this complete misnomer.
Well, it so happens that puppies are a whole lot of fun. And so, this is when I decided to dip my toes in the kiddy pool so to speak and test the waters. It had been a while since I had been in the gym and frankly, I had no clue what some of the new machines were for, I decided to get a person trainer. Now I was hoping for a perky, fit, cheerleader type young gal who would make me want to strive to look like her, but knowing it was next to near impossible so I would secretly hate her.

I got something so completely different. As I waited at the front of the gym this vision slowly walked towards me. This amazing, tall, tan, well built, smoldering, dark eyed, raven hair, Adonis type creature came gliding up to me. This hot as fuck thirty something year old was my personal trainer. He smelt so good. He smelt young. And from the outline in his workout shorts, he had a hand weight in there I wanted to wrap my mouth around.
Now how I was so lucky to get this gentleman as my personal trainer I’ll never know. Perhaps that Gods were being kind to me. Whatever it was, I so turned on by him that it was hard to focus on my workouts. The only workout I wanted to with this guy was in-between the sheets. I wanted this gorgeous beast to take me and reset my pussy to fuck mode and give me a workout I’d never forget. I wanted to work up a sweat with this young buck and have him make my body ache in all the right places. So as the weeks went by working with this guy started to get a whole lot interesting.

He was 30 years old. I was more than 10yrs older than him. His side gig was a personal trainer. He had just finished his degree and was going to work in Agricultural Food Sciences. So, he was a hunk with brains. As the weeks of my personal training went along, I could feel attraction between us. We did oddly enough have some things in common. Our conversations were very interesting and often would drift off to talking about sex. The lack of, what we liked, and our experiences. Now if you’ve read my blogs before, you know that I’m a pretty blunt, hold nothing back, will freely express and talk about sex kind of gal. So, our talks about sex always ended with him jokingly saying he would totally fuck me.

Well one afternoon he showed me just how much he was not joking. He took me out on a 3-mile hike as part of my person training. While on our hike I took a bit of a spill, scrapping up my knees. Lucky we were close to his home and he offered to patch me up before going home. So, we went to his house where he “patch me up” and made me feel better. And Oh boy did he make me feel a whole lot better. While wiping the dirt and blood off my knees his hands began to wander. He slowly slipped his hand in between my legs. He was gently rubbing my pussy making it all warm and creamy. He ran his hand under my shirt playing with my nipples. We stated to kiss, his tongue felt velvety as it wrapped around mine.

I could see his cock getting rock hard from under his sweats. My desire to fuck this 30yr old “puppy” was over whelming. I just wanting his to take me, fuck me raw, bring my mojo back. Before I knew it, my shirt and bra were off, his sweats had dropped to the floor. My feet were on the bathroom counter, legs bend at the knees. My legs spread themselves wide open exposing my hot hungry pink pussy. He slowly and gently penetrated my tight pussy. I could feel every inch of his thick, throbbing cock open me up.

The feeling of a real cock inside me was so missed. With each thrust he got deeper and deeper. Pushing me harder against the medicine cabinet. As his rhythm got quicker Items started to fall out and crash on the counter. Being younger this guy had stamina. We went from the bathroom counter to the kitchen table then to the floor and then the bed. And it wasn’t just a one-time deal. This afternoon delight lasted into the late evening. We fucked, sucked, orally pleasured each other in every imaginable position.

Now this was my kind of workout. When we finally came up for air, I had more respect and gratitude for the “puppies” out there. This fuckfest got me back on my feet and helped reset my bedroom beast again. I will never forget taking that dip in the kiddy pool. We had more than just that one encounter. Each a moaning until my throat was horse, knees sore from being fucked face down ass up and cum being sprayed across my tits event. We ended our tryst as very good friends. He has since relocated out of the country to work in his field of expertise.