As I checked into the motel in Denver on a Friday night, I heard the mellow sounds of live oldies dance music. Oh, we have a singles dance here every Friday, the clerk responded to my query. Youre welcome to join in if youd like. Well, here I am, 55, divorced and ready to explore in a town new to me in the wild, wild West. Whats not to like about a dance where I can talk to some local women and maybe ask one to show me around? I quickly found my room, showered, changed into dress slacks and a clean shirt and headed back to the music. In a mostly middle-aged crowd of two hundred or so, there must have been three women of all sizes, shapes and costumes for every man. That seemed to bode well for my evening enjoyment. The night was young and yet we are all so beautiful. Only about 20 couples were dancing to a lively tango. Others were arranged singly or in small groups at long rows of tables in a big room next to the dance floor, either waiting for their usual dates, studying the crowd for likely partners or catching up on the weeks gossip. I started strolling through the tables, knowing Id find what I was looking for when one of those lonely ladies gave me a leering look. Oh no! Theres the look, but that plump 40 something in a blue doll-like gown and bright lipstick is a bombshell lengthatoo almost falling out of her costume. A little mind over lotsa matter. Im thinking orgy on the dance floor already. Nah, too early. Theres another one eyeing me up and down as I stand at the end of her table.

Late 30s maybe, couldnt be more demure in a high-collared, long-sleeved lace-trimmed white blouse that tries to hide her ample breasts, a pleated dancing skirt, long red hair wound above her head, little or no makeup. Sit down, turns out shes a regular from Littleton, and, Well, frankly Charlie, Im looking for a younger man. Actually, I usually leave pretty early. Leaving early and alone? Ah, a challenge to turn on this quiet, quite voluptuous volcano right now, with the option if she leaves early and alone as advertised, to go for another later.

Life just got much more interesting.

I ignore her polite and perfunctory preliminary brush-offs. Fair enough, Loretta, but there dont seem to be many of those around this place. Well, you dont need to go then, but lets just enjoy the music, OK? I love these old songs. Theyre before my time but theyre so romantic. They are, but youre not? I mean youre so pretty there should be a line here to fill your dance card. So why not? Well, arent you an ol smoothie! Thanks for saying that, but, Ive probably turned down most of the guys I see here every week so they just dont bother me anymore. You? Youre new, you didnt know any better. So why are you turning everyone down? Im listening. I need a guide, a talker, here. I didnt even know there was a dance.

Conversation ensued. Divorce hurts. High school sweetheart. Mean man. Abused or ignored her. Never dated other guys.

She doesnt dare risk again, but now Im holding her hands and gazing into her eyes.

You need a drink, Loretta. Whattaya like? I leave, returning with two whiskey sours and this time, sit on her side of the table. Charlie, what are you doing? Why am I telling you all this? I like telling you youre being so nice. I dont talk to men. Well, I dont talk to any women either, and Ive never been able to talk to any man like you. What are you doing to me? If you feel safe with me, Loretta, thats a good thing, isnt it. And I get to playback what Ive heard so far, OK? Play back? Are you recording? I slide really close to her, undoing her hair, then softly stroking it while I speak quietly near her ear. Oh, no, Im listening, and I want to give you feedback. You may not like it so well, but what Im hearing is that everything you think you know about guys is really only about this one guy. And everything you know about your relationships with guys is about high school level romances and playing house and protecting yourself against that kind of guy. And you dont want anymore of that.

OK!! Man, thats really OK! She nods, gulping at her drink But all you CAN do right now is re-live those past experiences because you wont allow new ones to happen.

Look, how would you know most guys are different unless you get acquainted with them like were doing? You can enjoy them, enjoy sex, have lots of good times meeting men like me in places like this without having any ideas of getting seriously involved with anyone.

A powerful chemistry seems to have her paying very close attention to me She finishes her drink. As I slide the next one to her, I lightly nuzzle her neck. Oh, I like that. She turns to give me a chaste kiss, and kisses me again.

I slip my tongue into her as she turns and adjusts to invite more touching.

Oh, Im getting so warm. You are sumthin! What are you doin to me already, Charlie, you damn man? Lets go somewhere or Ill start losin my clothes right here! Flushed, her hair undone, she smiles and shyly waves to several guys and gals watching in some surprise as she carries her drink out the patio doors to a well-lit poolside veranda with me in tow.

There more people are dancing on the tiles. In a shadowy spot she suddenly turns and silently slips her leg between mine, holding me tight as we begin swaying in time to the music. She rubs against my hard length as the aroma of her arousal engulfs us. We can go to my room here, hon.

Its just up those stairs, I plead. I dont do this! I dont even know you! I want to.

God I wanna have sex with you! Youre so much bigger...

How did you get me so turned on? I dont even know who I am right now! No, I wont go to your room. Frustrated, I turned her around, unzipped myself and let my length ride between her soft place cheeks as my fingers went around front and under her waistband to rub over her sopping wet panties. She did what I expected.

Instead of screaming or moving away, she spread her legs to make my access easier. In a moment I shifted those panties aside to slip a finger, then two into her hot warmth, circling and flicking against her budding personal place. She was trembling, her cum already running down her legs as she dropped to her knees, doggie style, hiding us, we thought, from the crowd behind some tables. Yes! Oh, yes! She whispered loudly, leaning backward and pulling her skirt to raise it over my length, then pulling her panties aside to back her softness over it.

I slid in, loving the hot, tight, gripping sensations as she pushed and rocked her slippery slit over me. In seconds I pulsed a hot, creamy load into her hot box. She wasted no time fingering herself and toying off my cream. Im a slut! Teds right. Im a slut. Just get that big length in me! Yes! God, I love sex! You goddam sweet talker you, play the hell outta me! Its been so long! Oh, play me good like that, Charlie, play me so hard, you goddam man! I bent over her still hard and rocking slowly in and out as I rolled my fingers over her well covered nipples and enjoyed the delicious rippling effects her softness performed against my big length. I felt the spasms from her depths while she kept on whispering in gasps. I knew Id never hold out if I let men near me! Goddam it. Im cumming again! Youre a great player! Just keep that length in me! Yeah! Oh, there, Im cumming again. Oh my god! Every time you move Im cumming! Oh, stop. Just stop right there. Dont move! As we both gasped for breath, I became aware that we had an audience of several men, some of whom she had waved at while leaving.

Then she discovered them. They were standing around us in semi-circle. She slumped flat on the ground. How did you do it? one of them asked me as I pulled her skirt down and over her and zipped myself up. Shes untouchable. Shes right here, I answered. Why dont you ask her? There was a quiet chuckle from the ground and Loretta rolled over and sat up, still grinning Guys, guys, next week, OK? Now Charlie, would you please show me that room. Im gonna worship that marvelous length on my knees and I want some padding under them. Well, who am I to turn such a nice girl down? As quick as I pulled her to her feet, we ran for the room, where the sex ebbed and flowed while we continued to get acquainted.