Mid-Life Awakening - Sex Stories

Mid-Life Awakening

... and have some chemistry. If we do, we can always get a room somewhere unless you can host."

I replied quickly, "I can host. Gladly. I live alone and I have no one there to interrupt us or disturb us."

He informed me, "That's good. I'm a verbal top. And you'll probably be screaming for my dick once you get a taste. I hope you mean it, son, when you say you're submissive. Because once I'm on top of you and up to my balls in your fuckhole, I won't let up. I'll fuck you til you beg me to give your hole a rest."

I became more incredibly turned on with every message. Friday couldn't get here soon enough. We messaged back and forth all week. We actually had some good conversation. I learned he was on his second marriage. He and his first wife had a son, only three years younger than me. That turned me on even more. A real daddy. He and his son's mother divorced and he married again. His second wife was very religious and haughty. They didn't get along and seldom did much together. He said they had a lousy sex life and that had turned him on to other interests. She was drab and wasn't into any kinks. According to my new friend, who called himself Jackson, she was a true church lady and that freed him up on Sunday mornings until about 2 in the afternoon to play.

On Friday, I was anxious. I waited for an email from him. He wouldn't give me a cell number and made me email him. Finally late in the morning, I got an email. It read, "Sorry, I'm just getting back to you. I've ...

... been tied up in Tennessee today but am crossing the river soon, in about an hour. I'll let you know when I am in your area. And you can tell me more about where you want to meet."

My whole body ached. Suddenly I wanted this man in my bed. I typed my reply, "Jackson, that sounds great. I can't wait to see you. Do you want to meet at a coffee shop or restaurant or park first and see each other and then go from there?"

In a few, I got his reply, "Sure, there's a state park about 15 minutes from my house in Logan's Crossing. Know it?"

I gulped and my stomach felt light. Logan's Crossing was my hometown. I knew we were close so I wasn't sure why I was surprised. I guess the thought of this actually happening made me nervous, excited and feeling overly horny.

I replied, "Of course, I know it. The park is only about three minutes from my house. What time?"

"I'm earlier than I thought, how about 2:00 at the picnic area?" he replied.

"I'll be there," I informed him.

At 2:00 p.m. I drove to the state park and parked in the picnic area as instructed. I parked and got out and walked to a picnic table. Sitting down, I studied the busy crowd. Being a warm day, the place was busy. There were several families and individuals hanging out. There were several black men there and so I studied each. Finally, one, a tall, handsome, well built and athletic man, with a shaved head, stood and walked toward the trailhead near the picnic pavilion and began walking down the path. ...