To help myself become more “eligible” when I turned fifty recently, I started working out three or four nights a week at a health club downtown, and also tried to improve my eating habits. It took several months, but eventually I was able . to redistribute some of the girth from my stomach back up to my chest. This seemed to help me regain much of the pride and confidence I’d lost since my divorce.

When I finally ventured out into the dating world again, I was pleasantly surprised by the number of interesting and attractive women I found available there. My first social encounters were all with women pretty much the same age as me. Some were business associates, some friends of friends, others chance acquaintances; and while I enjoyed their companionship, I secretly yearned for an opportunity to, at least once in my life, date and make love to one of those gorgeous, young “hard-body” ladies that seem to exist only in men’s magazines.

Then I met Tina, a charming, trim young flight attendant, on a red-eye flight from L.A. to Atlanta. Understand that when I say “young,” I’m talking anywhere from mid-twenties to early thirties-everything is relative. Fortunately for me, it was a fairly empty plane, and during the hours between dinner and dawn, we had time to engage in some enjoyable conversation. She was intriguing, someone I decided I’d definitely like to get to know better.

After dinner had been served and most of the passengers were sleeping, I walked back to the otherwise empty rear of the plane to talk with her. I found out she was single, also divorced, and that she was based in Atlanta. I judged her to be somewhere in her early twenties and was rather surprised to learn that she was actually twenty-seven.

Tina was delightful — attractive, witty, intelligent — and I discovered that we were interested in many of the same things, including good wine, good food, and great music. When I found out that she had somehow discovered and particularly enjoyed early West Coast jazz, I told her I’d love for her to hear some of the vintage albums I’ve managed to preserve — featuring June Christy, Stan Kenton, Chet Baker and others. She said she’d love to and asked me if I lived in Atlanta. I told her I did and that perhaps she could come for dinner and music some evening when it was convenient.

Teasingly, she asked me what else I had in mind. I suggested she come over the next evening and find out for herself. Surprisingly, she agreed! Feeling a youthful thrill I hadn’t experienced in years, I gave her directions to my place and started to return to my seat. She quickly pulled me into the galley area, threw her arms around me and gave me a long, deep kiss, her mouth open slightly, her tongue sensuously touching my lips.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” she said seductively, and I returned to my seat trying to hide the visible evidence of my excitement. During the remainder of the flight, I allowed myself to fantasize about how wonderful it would be to make love to this incredibly sexy creature.

Tina arrived promptly at seven-thirty the next evening, dressed casually, as I’d suggested. She was wearing a thin mint-green cotton blouse — with an apparently equally thin, lacy brassiere — and a short navy-blue skirt. As soon as she stepped into the foyer, we kissed again, and it was all I could do to keep from taking her right there on the floor.

I escorted her into the kitchen and made us each a glass of Absolut vodka and ice, squeezing lemon into them. While I fixed dinner — a tossed salad, a couple of steaks I’d grilled out on the deck and a bottle of 1978 Gevrey Chambertin I’d been saving for a special occasion — we chatted about various topics of mutual interest.

Everything was perfect, and after dinner, we went into the family room for cognac and to listen to some romantic jazz. I put on an early Chet Baker tape I’d made that contained songs such as “Moonlight In Vermont,” “September Song” and “My Funny Valentine,” some of my favorites. The night had turned rather cool, and Tina suggested that I light the gas logs in the fireplace. After I did so, Tina placed pillows on the floor and invited me to lie beside her and watch the flames. Maybe it was the wine and cognac, or the romantic music, or the fire, or a combination of all of them, but when I lay down next to her, I knew we’d make love. Tina turned to me, touched my face and kissed me.

The kiss was soft and tender at first. We parted, gazed at each other momentarily, then kissed again, our mouths open, our tongues touching. Tina moaned softly and rolled on top of me, her firm breasts flattening against my chest. I experienced a tingling sensation in my stomach, wrapped her in my arms and pulled her tight against my body.

Tina sat up, her long hair disheveled, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve wanted to do that since last night.” she said, smiling.

“And more…” She took my hands and raised them to her breasts, pressing them against her hardened nipples. I was aware of my growing erection pressing against her thighs and knew she was as well.

“Oh, Tina,” I sighed, squeezing gently. “You’re spectacular.”

She lay down beside me, unzipped my jeans and reached inside to touch me. “It’s so hot,” she said, taking out my erect penis. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

Tina rather shyly revealed to me that she had masturbated the night before while fantasizing about what would happen at my house. Then she leaned over and slipped my cock into her mouth, dripping saliva down the length of it, nurturing it with her lips and tongue to its full length.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off coming, and I told her she had to stop. Tina took her mouth off me for a moment and said, “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you. Please.”

I moaned with pleasure as she went down on me again, gently licking and sucking me. I began to feel my orgasm approaching. “Oh, yes, God yes, just like that,” I sighed, lifting my hips off the floor, fucking her mouth. In seconds I erupted, spurts of pleasure racking my body, searing my brain with wanton excitement. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that this beautiful young woman would want to do something as wonderful as this with me. She’s the kind of woman men my age dream of, lust for — yet it was happening. This was no dream — it was real, and incredibly electrifying.

When I finally stopped coming and removed my cock from Tina’s mouth, she looked at me, and swallowed, making sure I knew what she’d done. Then she kissed me, letting me taste the residue of my orgasm inside her mouth and on her lips. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend the entire night with you,” she said, kissing me again.

I looked at her in awe, trying to remember how many years it had been since I’d felt so excited. She is rather tall, with long legs, light-brown hair, sexy green eyes and a perfect body. I couldn’t wait to see it naked.

“Let’s go to bed,” I said, turning off the fire and leading her upstairs.

In the bedroom, Tina asked “Do you want to undress me, or have me undress for you?” She added that she wanted to please me in every way. I told her how much I’d love to watch her. Tina smiled, saying she had hoped that was what I would want. She took off her blouse, then un buttoned her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing a mint-green garter belt with matching sheer, lacy bikini panties, and dark nylons. “Victoria’s Secret. I bought them today,” she said, smiling and taking off her blouse to reveal the brassiere I’d spied in my doorway. She pirouetted for me and asked, “Okay?”

“You’re a goddess,” I sighed, meaning it. “I still can’t believe this. Why me, Tina? You could have any guy you want.”

“It’s really quite simple,” she said, coming over to me and kissing me again. “I enjoy your company. We like the same things, and you make me laugh. You’re entertaining and, in your own way, rather handsome.”

“And old, don’t forget that,” I said, embarrassed by her praise.

“This doesn’t feel old,” she said, fondling my cock through my pants. “But I’d better check to make sure.” She had me stand and quickly undressed me. Naked, I felt a bit self-conscious, but then we kissed and I felt her body, warm and young and fresh, pressing into me. My cock was hard, and she squeezed it with her thighs. Droplets of pre-come oozed out, making her thighs sticky and slippery. “Well, you’re obviously as hot as I am,” she whispered, tonguing my ear. “My cunt is absolutely dripping. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I reached behind her and unhooked the single fastener on her bra and removed it. She rolled the panties down and off her legs, and we lay down on the bed, kissing again, flesh pressed hotly against flesh.

“It’s my turn to taste you,” I said, licking and kissing my way down her body. I bit her nipples gently, first one, then the other, as my fingers slipped inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out, lightly pressing down on my shoulders, prodding me to move lower on her body. I reached her

cunt and told her to spread her legs for me. She raised her head from the pillow and stretched her legs wide apart. With her fingers she opened her pussy lips, exposing herself to my lustful gaze.

“Oh, Bill. Look at how wet I am. Oh, God, I love doing this, letting you look at me like this,” she said, trembling with excitement, as was I.

“Oh, Tina, you’re a dream come true,” I said, lowering my lips to her fragrant opening. My tongue touched her clitoris, and she twitched violently. I pressed my face against her, fucking her with my tongue, trying to get as far up inside her as possible. Then I withdrew, returned to her clit and inserted my thumb in her pussy. I rubbed her anus with my middle finger as I fucked her with my thumb and sucked and licked her clit, my face slick with the aromatic musk of her cunt.

She cried out with pleasure, her body trembling violently and her fingers clenching the sheets, pulling and twisting them, as I ate her. “Put your finger in my ass,” she begged, raising herself off the bed to accommodate me. I slowly did as she asked, and she screamed with pleasure, her head flopping back and forth on the pillow and animalistic grunts and groans emanating form her throat. In a moment she was coming, her body twitching and bucking off the bed as her orgasm rolled over her. “Oh my God, yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, and I wondered if the entire neighborhood could hear her — and I felt proud of how wonderfully I had obviously pleased her.

I lay between her thighs, licking up her juices. When her breathing returned to normal, I crawled back up to her face and kissed it tenderly. “That was wonderful,” she sighed. Then, giggling, “You smell like pussy.”

“Do you mind?” I asked.

“Not if you don’t,” she said, kissing me again.

She told me she was on the pill, but she said that even so, she had been careful of her bed partners.

My cock was rock-hard as I moved on top of her and knelt before her on my knees, taking in her fantastic beauty. “You’re incredible,” I said.

“So is this,” she answered, her fingers curling around my extended shaft.

I lay down on her, letting her insert my cock into her waiting, anxious pussy. As I started to slide into her, she began to moan again and wrapped her long legs around my waist, hugging me, pulling me tightly against her sexy body.

“Oh, Bill, it’s wonderful,” she said, looking at me, her eyes filled with lust. Then her head moved back and forth on the pillow and her long hair partially covered her face, making her look incredibly wanton and sexy.

I felt as though nothing in life could ever equal this moment. IL was as though I were fucking a porno star or a centerfold model. lt didn’t seem possible, but it was, and I wanted it to continue forever.

Tina came again, and still I continued Lo fuck her. She seemed amazed that I had yet to come. In a moment she told me that another orgasm was building, and asked me to come with her. When I knew she was almost at her peak, I allowed myself the release I’d been fighting Lo delay. My cock got even bigger, and she stared at me with awe in her eyes.

“Oh, my God, this is wonderful,” she shrieked, fucking me furiously as together we erupted, billions of fireworks exploding in my head. It seemed as though I’d never stop coming. Tina began crying, kissing and biting and licking me, pumping her hips, scratching my back, telling me over and over how wonderful I was.

I kissed away her tears and told her that it had been years since I’d had such a prolonged orgasm, that it was a tribute  to her, to the excitement she generated in me. I rose, leaned my head on my hand, toyed with her nipples and told her that later we’d have to talk about us, about our relationship. She said we would, but that “for now, I only want to make love, over and over again.” I went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of champagne.

“To us,” I said, clinking glasses with her, and she echoed my toast. In a little while, we showered together. Under the spray of hot water, Tina dropped to her knees and began sucking me. When I was about to come, I stopped her and made her stand. I pressed her against the wall and slid my cock as far up inside her as I could. We fucked like that for a few moments, and then I told her I wanted to finish in bed.

We returned to the bedroom and got under the covers, her beautifully smooth, pink skin still warm from the shower. I entered her, marveling anew at the light ness of her cunt and the firmness of her body. We made love for a long time, fucking slowly, leisurely, until I felt the need to come. I told her I wanted her to masturbate while I fucked her, and she did, bringing herself off instantly, then again when I came a few moments later.

Before we slept, Tina sleepily told me she really enjoyed being with me and that she would be content “just to meet for sex whenever we can,” if that was what I wanted. I murmured to her that it wasn’t, that I wanted to see her on a steady basis. She said she felt the same way and that after tonight, she had no intention of letting me walk out of her life. She did say, however, that on occasion I would have to be prepared to devote the entire evening to “pure, unadulterated, heavy fucking,” for as long as I could handle it — a request I was fully prepared to honor.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I thought I was dreaming, and sleepily awoke to find her sucking my cock. She told me she couldn’t help it, that she wanted to make the most out of the time she was in my bed. When my cock was erect, I began fucking her again, and she asked me if I would do something special for her. I said I’d do anything she wanted. She asked me if I had any KY jelly. I said I did, and she asked me to go get it.

When I returned with it, she said, “I want to experience everything with you, Bill, and I really feel like having you fuck me in the ass. Will you do it?” she asked, the earthiness of her request rattling in my sleepy balls.

I agreed, and she began coating my cock with the jelly, after which I rubbed a handful around and inside her ass. I told her we really should use a condom, and she reluctantly agreed. We made a game out of putting it on my cock, with Tina rolling it down over me using only her lips and mouth.

When the rubber was in place, Tina got on her hands and knees, and I slowly inserted my cock in her ass. She cried out but begged me not to stop, and in a little while, she said it was beginning to feel better. I told her we didn’t have to continue, and she snapped, “No! I want you to do it. I want you to do me there, so just fuck me, please!”

It was extraordinary! I’d never before felt anything so tight pressing against my cock, and as I moved slowly back and forth inside her, I wondered how I could ever give up this amazing young woman.

In the past, I’ve had occasional one-night stands, but none ever led to what I’d call an “affair.” With Tina, however, as we fucked, her animalistic groans driving me to frenzied levels of rapture, I began to fantasize intensely about marrying her. I wasn’t given much time to ponder the future, however, as Tina began begging me to fuck her harder. In just moments, with sweat running off my body onto Tina’s, I came, suddenly, explosively, and Tina screamed her way through another thunderous orgasm. Afterward, Tina fell asleep in my arms, while I lay awake, marveling at how she had stimulated me.

After breakfast the next morning, I walked her to her car, told her I’d call her the next day and again said that I wanted to see her regularly. She kissed me, placed my hand inside her bra and again told me she felt the same.

That night, memories of what had transpired filled me with excitement, and I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t sure we had a real future together, but I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to see her lovely face again.

Since that night, we’ve been together four times. I had thought that the thrill of the first meeting could never be equaled, but somehow Tina and I have managed to make each evening as stirring as the others. When she’s out of town, I find myself counting the minutes and have tried as much time with her as I can.

If I’m honest with myself, I guess I have to admit I’m falling in love with her. Where this will end, I’m not sure. We haven’t discussed marriage as yet but have kicked around the idea of her moving in with me — something I want very much. Life continues to amaze me.