So here I am 60 and single, living alone for the first time in my life, feeling lonely and miserable. I’m successful in my business life, I’m reasonably wealthy, I’m reasonably fit and attractive for my age, so why not apply my skills to dating.
But where to start? I didn’t have a clue about internet dating, never tried it before, so So here I am 60 and single, living alone for the first time in my life, feeling lonely and miserable. I’m successful in my business life, I’m reasonably wealthy, I’m reasonably fit and attractive for my age, so why not apply my skills to dating.
But where to start? I didn’t have a clue about internet dating, never tried it before, so I did some research and joined a site, set up my profile, loaded a couple of decent (recent) photos, and away I went. But this first site kept matching me with women of my age, and not that many — let’s say almost none – seemed to catch my attention. I had a few conversations, shared phone numbers to a couple, got to the stage that we mutually agreed to meet with one.
She was hot, 49 year old Asian with a pretty face. We agreed to meet for a drink and I turned up on a wet and windy night at a country club. I was just a minute late, and she called me. She told me where she was waiting and headed in that direction. As I approached, I noted an old Asian woman seated, but she looked nothing like the photo, so I kept on walking, then she called out my name
“Dave?”. I turned and there she was. Internet dating lesson numbers one, never trust someone’s age, and number two, never trust a photo. There was no resemblance at all, that photo must have been taken 20 years ago, and as for age, well I think I was the youngest. We had one quick drink and then I was out of there.
I Fulya travestileri needed to a different strategy, so I did a bit more research and joined another dating site, one where “experienced and attractive people meet”. I set up my profile and the messages starting rolling in, but this time the clientele was totally different, the women were younger, some way to young, but an attractive 30 year old caught my eye. She was also Asian, I don’t have “yellow fever”, but I do like brunettes, be they Caucasian or Asian, and this lady was gorgeous, long black hair, a fairly curvy figure for an Asian, and a gorgeous smile, no fantastic smile. We exchanged messages, switched to Whatsapp, texted, talked and video called, and arranged for a first date over the course of a week. I must say we seemed to get along well, and despite my reticence with our age gap, she assured me she was into older men. Her first bf was 50 when she was 18, so 60 and 30 was nothing she said. Her current bf was too young for her, being only 36, but he virtually ignored her in the bed room, which I found very unusual having seen the hot photos she had exchanged. She was into older successful men, and that was just fine with me. So, a lot of expectation had built up over that week for the first date.
We went to lunch, as she worked nights, and she gave me that fantastic smile as she approached the table. I must say I was somewhat excited, but this girl was literally speechless. She was blushing, trying to wave air on here warming cheeks, but to no avail, so much so that she had to excuse herself and go to the bathroom to “cool down”. Lunch went well, well the conversation did, she hardly touched her food, and only had one drink, but she Fulya travesti was clearly into me. It all went very quickly, no pregnant conversation pauses, and next thing I was paying the bill and we left.
“So, what do you want to do now?” I asked.
“Well it’s a nice day and I am not working until tonight, perhaps we can do something,” she replied.
“I got an idea, why don’t we get a ferry ride on the harbour, since its such a nice day? We can go back to my place and then I can drive you home?”
“Sure”
Fifteen minutes later after a quick ferry ride on the one of the most beautiful harbour’s in the world, we were back in my place and I poured her a white wine. She stood on my balcony overlooking Sydney Harbour and just drank in the views = I live in an expensive ultra-lux apartment on said harbour. We kissed, just a gentle kiss at first, then firmer. We moved to the outdoor lounge, and our tongues met, we fully French kissed, she was into kissing, and I was into kissing her. Women like kissing, it turns them on, and soon we started groping each other, she had a hand on my leg, I had one arm around her shoulder and the other feeling her breast. This was getting serious. I put my hand under her top and bra and played with her left nipple. I then pulled down her top and bra bent down and kissed and suckled that nipple, which took her over the edge. It was time to move off the publicly visible balcony as it was broad daylight!
We headed to the bedroom, and half our clothes were off before we even got there. She shedded her top and jeans, I did likewise. We literally jumped on each other. She pulled boxers down and fondled my now hard cock whilst I checked out how wet she was under her black panties Travesti fulya — very was the answer. We were both gagging for it, so I whipped off her panties and rubbed my hard cock up and down her bare pussy before entering her honey pot. Oh god it was good to be back, it had been so long. I kept kissing her, and kissing and nuzzling her breasts as I fucked her. We were both really enjoying things, when she motioned me to stop.
She wanted to go on top. Well, in my mind there is nothing finer than seeing a woman on top riding cowgirl! And this lady was no exception, her long black hair hang down either side of here bouncing boobies, as she rode me good and proper, grinding her pelvis into mine, not the up and down rides you see in many pornos, but a real pelvic grind as she rubbed her pelvis and clit against me. Her excitement rose, she was getting close to cumming, but she didn’t stop, she just kept grinding away until she spasmed and came.
But I was not done yet. My cock was still hard and we hadn’t done doggy yet, and that’s another favourite position, that way I get to see a fantastic ass, and she had a nice ass! She eagerly obliged, getting on her knees, but I swivelled her around so we were doing it across the bed. That way we got to use the mirror to see ourselves in our own sort of porn movie. I grabbed her hips and found her love hole, and away I pumped. I didn’t know which way to look, at her gorgeous ass as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, or at the mirror. Either sight was great. And she seemed to be enjoying the view too!
To mix things up a bit, I kneaded her ass, then I gently slapped her ass, one cheek at a time. Then I couldn’t resist, and I grabbed her hair in my right hand and used it to thrust away even harder, and she didn’t complain, in fact she seemed to be enjoying every minute. After no idea how long, I started to tire, I mean I am 60, and we collapsed in each others arms sated and content.
“But you didn’t cum” she said somewhat bewildered.
“I don’t cum.”
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