I got fucked on a picnic table - Sex Story

My life fell apart one morning when my husband of twenty years packed for yet again one more "business trip." We discussed his trip as he placed his clothes in his suitcase and then out of the clear blue he said he is leaving me. My stunned expression was hilarious, he continued on as if we were discussing the weather.

“Diane, I just don't love you anymore. You have let yourself go and our sex life sucks.” This is from a man that tried to hide his thinning hair, had gained twenty pounds and enjoyed internet porn over me. He finished packing and looked me in the eyes and said he would have his lawyer draw up the papers and walked out.

The next day I joined the local health club. I was told that’s where Bob Stevens, the hottest fitness trainer in the city works. He is gorgeous, six feet tall, hard tanned solid muscled with the glazier blue eyes. The health club uses state of the art equipments and the staffs, are all hard and lean. To say that my nerves were high would have been the biggest understatement of the year. Here was this slightly overweight middle age woman dressed in warm up pants and a t-shirt. I felt like an elephant amongst all the thin tight bodies. The younger women were wearing short shorts, tank tops and bounced their huge plastic tits with each step on the treadmill. Bob walked up to me and introduced himself, I stood there trying to decide if I should stay or ask for a refund.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor my name is Bob,” he said "I will be your personal trainer for the next six weeks" He is in his early twenties and his boyish smile made my heart flutter.

“Please call me Diane,” I said.

“Okay, let's get you weighed and we will assess your physical strength and I’ll give you your training program.” My ears started ringing and the room started to spin, did he just say he is going to weigh me? Oh hell no! The look of pure terror must have crossed over my face because he actually tried to hide his smile.

“Diane, don't worry this is just a part of the assessment no one will see it except me, you don't need to look if you don't want to.” We walked to the scale, reluctantly and extremely embarrassed, he coaxed me on. He wrote the number down, smiled and continued to show me around the health club, pointed out the indoor lap pool with attached hot tub.

“Diane, bring your bathing suit the next time you come and we will do some laps together.”

“Okay,” I said but inside I am thinking like hell I will. We finished the tour at the juice bar where he ordered me a low fat strawberry smoothie. We talked about the fitness plan that he would start me on and how many days a week he thought would be the best. We both agreed that three days a week would be beneficial to my success.

We stood making small talk when suddenly he said “Diane,” his voice changed to a deeper tone “You have the most beautiful dark brown eyes...They are captivating.” He smiled when I started to blush.

“Thank you, Bob it must be a part of your routine to be so flattering,” I said.

“No Diane, I assure you it's not,” his hand softly brushed against mine. My hand started to shake so bad that I was afraid the drink would hit the floor. Bob took the glass from me and handed it to the girl behind the counter with a secret smile.

“Diane,” he said and he touched my back, “Let me walk you out to your car.” The attention he gave made me nervous. He had his hand down low on my back, it felt strange to have a man touched me again, strange but thrilling at the same time. Who am I to complain if this insanely gorgeous man flirts with me?

“Diane, the next few weeks are going to be very exciting for the both of us,” he said as we approached my shiny red little BMW. He leaned in close; my heart felt like it will explode. Oh my God is he going to kiss me?

He opened the door and whispered “Goodnight and drive safe." Somehow I managed to start the car with my hands shaking out of control. Who was I trying to fool? It's his job, he didn't find me attractive, why would he? The tears came, rejected again, I am a fool. The next morning, my cell phone rang just as I was stepping out of the shower. The number wasn't familiar.

“Hello,” I said a bit breathless.

“Hi Diane, it’s Bob Stevens from the club.”

“Hi Bob, did I miss a training session I thought it didn't start until tomorrow?”

“No Diane, I hope this doesn't sound too forward but I can't stop thinking about you.” I am a little surprised, I really didn't know what to say.

“Diane,” he said as the silence starts to make him nervous, “How about I take you out for lunch?”

I said, “Yes that sounds nice, what day would you like Bob?”

“Well, honestly I was hoping for today in about forty-five minutes, if that's ok I could pick you up at your place.” I really had nothing planned and this sexy young man wanted to take me to lunch, hell yeah!

“Okay here is my address…” I said trailing.

“That's okay I already have it from the club,” Yes I thought that's how he got my cell phone number too.

“Alright then, I will see you in forty-five minutes, bye my princess,” he said and the phone went blank. Did I just hear him right? Did he call me his princess? Oh my, this may turn out to be my lucky day.

I proceeded to my closet looking for something sexy and revealing. I search my lingerie drawer, I wanted to wear my silkiest black panties and of course the matching black push-up bra. My heart was racing. I lose my dark hair about my shoulders. Just as I am slipping into my little black dress I hear a knock at the door. I quickly step into my heels, very excited about who is on the other side.

Bob stands there and looks so buff. His shirt sleeves rolled up to show off his rock hard arms. His blue jeans fit like second skin. To my surprise I see the obvious bulge in his jeans. My mouth waters as I imagine sucking his hard penis. He looks at me and softly touches my face. He looks into my eyes, pressing his lips against mine. His kiss makes me hot and without a doubt, I know he wants me now.

Why else would this young hard, magnificent boy be at my house. My lips are engorging with blood. My pussy feels like it's full of sweet cream butter. I feel my pussy begin to drip down my leg, soaking my black silk panties. One kiss and I am ready to come.

“Doll, are you ready to go? He asks.” He takes my hand as we walk out of the house. The day is warm and sunny. Bob looks at me and says “A perfect day, a perfect woman, what else could a man ask for?” My heart melts. He drives us to a romantic restaurant up in the hills. My pulse is racing as we eat, he never takes his eyes off me. No man has given me so much attention. That makes me want to give him some very personal attention right back. We talk all through the lunch. He sighs and says, “I don't want this to end,” and he asks if we can take a drive along the coast.

“Oh yes, Bob that sounds like a wonderful idea.” We drive along the winding road, the smell of the ocean fills the air, it is so relaxing. He stops next to a little roadside park and turns off the car. I smile as he runs to my side and opens the car door for me taking my hand. The park is empty as we stroll down to the beach. We stop next to a picnic table to watch the waves.

“Let's have a seat and talk for a while,” he says. I don't really think he wants to just talk.

I sit on the top of the table as he stands in front of me, his body pushing my legs apart. “Oh my God,” I say teasing “What are you doing to me?” Without saying a word he slides his hand up the inside of my inner thigh not stopping until he reaches my already soaking wet panties, he slides them off me. I watch as he sniffs the panties, this turns me on even more. He smiles as the panties disappear inside his pocket. The soft cool breeze blows my dress up. This makes him shake in anticipation as he sees my body revealed to him. He removes my dress away and stares at my hard puckered nipples.

“Bob,” I say damn near begging “Please, can I have your young succulent cock.”

“All in good time my princess.” He slides me down on the top table as his mouth caresses my quivering lips. He makes me feel so weak and wet and full of desire. He spreads my legs wide open as the afternoon sun beats down, warming my naked skin. His fingers set me on fire.

“Diane, baby I need my dessert now and princess you’re it,” he says as he stares into my eyes. How did I get so lucky? He slides one finger deep into my pussy and pulls it out and sucks it like his favorite ice cream. He quickly slides two more fingers inside my pussy and begins pumping me. His mouth latches onto my right hard nipple. He bites and licks simultaneously as his fingers play inside my juicy cunt.

“Oh fuck yes, Bob, make me cum!” I beg him. He pulls his fingers out and quickly unzips his pants pulling out his huge ten inch monster cock, my eyes widen at the thickness of it. He pulls me down to the end of the picnic table spreading my legs open and rubbing my thighs with his huge hands. He doesn't say a word and soon I feel my pussy being stretched and filled by his huge cock. He thrusts so hard, my body scrapes against the table making me moan both in pleasure and pain. The thrusting intensifies and just when I think I am about to come, I feel a finger slide into my tight ass, that does it sending me right over the edge. My pussy clamps down tight around his cock and we both come at the same time. My pussy feels like it is over flowing and leaking down onto the picnic table. He pulls his now lose cock from my pussy and says “Diane you made me weak I need to sit down.” I smile as I lie there in wonder, did I just get fucked on the picnic table?