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I guess those few words don?t tell the story. I was out on the local bike trail, a pretty typical day for me. You see I love to exercise and while I might not run as often or put the miles on the way I did in my twenties and thirties, I still loved the feeling of pushing myself and it kept me a pretty good shape. As one of the girlfriends liked to say ?For a woman my age!? Which is one reason she isn?t a girlfriend anymore.So, on the trail, I had just completed cooling down after a very nice sprint and was chugging some water when a woman pulled off the trail coming from the other direction. I glanced at her and saw someone remarkably like myself. We were about the same age, and both of us were sweating profusely from some good exercise. She was in biking shorts and a tight top, a breathable jersey Ankara escort similar to my own. What struck me was she was even shaped like me, slender, small chested, and a bit more generous in the hips. The only apparent differences were height and hair. She was several inches shorter and had short black hair.She glanced at me and caught me looking at her. Then she laughed, ?Guilty, I was checking you out too!?We shared a laugh and cooled off while talking. Her name was Gwen, only it turned out to be a nickname based on her four initials. It made a great story and I realize we spent over an hour just sitting there. Finally one of us suggested dinner, I?m not sure which one of us brought it up first, but it hung there for a second while we each considered.I Ankara escort bayan stood, ?That sounds great, but I have to clean up first or they might not let us in.?She laughed at that and we made our plans. We headed for my house since I was closer and right off the bike trail. She came in to wait while I get cleaned up, the plan was to take her bike back to her car, several miles down the trail, then let her get cleaned up and go to dinner.The shower curtain opened abruptly, Gwen stood there still all sweaty, but beautifully naked.?Sorry, I didn?t want to wait.?She stepped in and, yes, we did get ourselves all cleaned up, but we also had a lovely exploration of each other?s bodies. We fit together surprisingly well and by the time the shower was over (in Escort Ankara other words we ran it out of hot water) we were both more than a little turned on.Drying each other off was more like a wrestling match. My longer hair took a while to dry, her hair seemed to only need a quickie toweling. But, as you might have guessed, we ended up in my bed, my antique high-boy bed that was about 300 years old, according to the grandmother who left it to me.I will admit to giving that bed quite a few workouts, but I don?t think I had ever given it such a stress test as the two of us did that late afternoon. Luckily the bed was solid and we heard nary a squeak from the heavy wooden rails. Although at one point while she was holding onto the headboard and sitting on my face, I probably should have been concerned for the integrity of the headboard, and I might have been if I was thinking about the bed at that moment. But when you are face-to-pussy with a delicious lady, bed integrity is not one of your primary concerns. Getting every last drop certainly was, but not the bed or headboard integrity!