Getting More Awakened

The next weeks were a blur of activities and changes in my life. I decided to embrace the change and become something that my ex-husbands would never have expected I could be. A happy divorcee with a prolific social and sex life. I finished making my apartment a real living space. With a fresh coat of paint, furniture, plants and especially a large and comfortable bed. No more futon or mattress on the floor. Matthew would not believe the transformation of the place or in me. But I would never see him again. I texted him a couple of times. With clearer sexual innuendos each time. He never answered or read the messages. But even if he ghosted me, I will be forever grateful to him for the spark he instilled in me that one morning.

After taking care of the interior of my life and starting to take care of mine... I started to take care of the exterior envelope. I joined a gym. Got a personal instructor. Join a pilates group. Started to hike. I didn't want to lose much weight. More firming up, getting better cardio and flexibility to improve my sex life. I also bought a new wardrobe, and got regular appointments for hairs and nails. I was becoming a better version of me. Not a new me. I could still recognize myself in the mirror in the morning but became prouder of what I was seeing.

I also bought a lot of toys. Since Matthew, my libido has come back in a rush. I could not go to bed without pleasuring myself. I loved it. I could spend whole days pleasuring myself, making time for my dry period. My favorite toy was a tiny egg that was vibrating so hard despite his size. Even with all that, I was missing the company of a man. But I didn't know how to find them or have them interested in me. Turns out it wasn't that hard. I opened up to my friend Lisa, the twice divorced friend and known connaisseur of young male humans! The next Thursday we were sitting at an upscale bar downtown. I was wearing really classy attire but with a sexy side, with an impressive low-cut top. Nice jewelry and a bewitching perfume complete the best I had looked in decades. « We are the honey. Males can resist it! ». Lisa was drinking her Manhattan looking at the fauna and nodding at her approvingly. « It won't be long tonight! »

Almost as she said that, two tall men in their late 20's entered the bar and were scanning around. They were both tall and handsome, wearing expensive suits. After visibly scanning the room, they headed to the two ladies who sat in a discreet corner. « I'm Thom, this is Anders. He's from our Stockholm office and leaving tonight. I promised him I'd introduce him to the most beautiful women of the city before his departure. We want him to consider moving here! » He was easy going just effortlessly chatting with us and sat at our small table. My bare knees were rubbing someone else's! I was not smitten by them but they were charismatic and rapidly I was expanding my knowledge of Sweden. Anders was shy at first. He was speaking English with a slight accent that was charming. But what was more charming was his build. He was tall, with the large shoulders of the long distance swimmer he was. Lisa and Thom quickly engaged in serious french kissing and groping. Feeling confident, which didn't happen often at this time, I asked Anders if he'd like a drink at my place. He literally blushed but agreed quickly. I shot a text to Lisa while he ordered us an Uber.

As soon as we entered my newly decorated space, I pushed him on the wall, locking my lips with his while undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. His beautiful manhood fiercely popped out. Seeing him so hard already unleashed fire in me. I literally slid my panties on the side and impaled myself on his beautiful cock. Anders was speechless as my hips were rocking against his. His deep blue eyes were expressing a mix of surprise rapidly replaced by lust as he proceeded to move his hips in sync with mine. At the same time he pulled my skirt over my head and unhooked my bra expertly. My big boobs free and bouncing at the rhythm of our hips drove him insane. He grabbed me by the hips and fucked me hard and fast. As soon as he started I felt a wave of pleasure dropping in me.

All my body was crisped and then relaxed, climaxing for the first time with a cock in it for a while. And then maybe five minutes later, I'll I felt it again. Less intense but at this time I knew. I abandoned myself to the pleasure. Feeling my body relaxing then tensing. My big nipples were so hard. I was sweating from everywhere, making my body glistening. This orgasm took at least two minutes before receding. When I was about to give up and ask Anders to pull out, I felt him getting bigger in me. He was also sweating profusely, face red with excitement, emitting only primal sounds. As he was exploding in me, giving me my first cream pie in decades, I cummed for the third time. This time I didn't feel it at first. It was a total surprise. My knees buckled and I almost fell at the feeling of the warm man juices in me.

Mercifully, Anders pulled his now semi hard cock from my visibly well fucked pussy. And sat himself, back on the wall of my lounge. I managed to sit next to him. Both of us were out of breath and drenched in diverse bodily fluids while still partially dressed! He regained his composure faster than me and looked at me with an appreciative smile. As he was about to say something, I put a finger on his lips. This old gal needed a couple more minutes to have a basic conversation!

After a while, we took time to clean up and catch our breath. We didn't say a lot. More giggling and soft touches. Then I saw his manhood getting bigger. At this time, I didn't know if I could have more than three big orgasms in such a short period. My innards were still feeling smashed! So I directed him on the big comfy chair. A non less comfy rug was strategically placed just in front as I installed myself between his legs and kneeled and started to slowly rub his cock. It sprung back up to life. Slowly kissing the bulging cockhead. Licking it slowly, licking around the pee hole. I was stroking the shaft slowly, enjoying it. Always keeping eye contact with him, I wanted to take my time, enjoying giving him pleasure. And from the look on his face and all his body language, he was having the time of his life.

I was licking his balls slowly as I was stroking his shaft. Then we heard a faint vibration. At the corner of his eyes, he noticed my art deco clock. « Damn my flight! ». His cock was still hard but I knew time was of the essence now. « Give me five minutes! » I mumbled as I tightened my lips around it, sucking like a Dyson vacuum. As he was twitching I put his well lubed cock between my big boobs. I. Tightened them around it and stroked it with them. He gasps and starts to rock his hips at the same time. After a short time he cummed all over my tits. A respectable amount of cum was dripping all over me, even if it was his second time cumming.

As he was starting to thank me. I nodded negatively. « Get dress. You don't want to miss your flight because of a simple blowjob! » As he was cleaning himself fast and getting dressed, I called him a taxi, packed him a bottle of water, some snacks and my number, snap and WhatsApp on a pink post-it with my name and cum stain on the corner.

After a while I regained my composure. I texted Lisa. « I love Sweden! »