A pick up line?

You finish up your hour on the treadmill. You grab a towel and begin to wipe yourself down, when an man approaches you.

"Hey, I saw you working out. You look amazing. I'm Carver. I'm a photo editor for a fitness magazine. Care to talk about a spread over coffee?"

You take a closer look at him. He is actually quite attractive. He has dark hair, movie star white teeth, and a nicely toned, slightly tan body.

A few months ago you probablywould have given him the brush off, but you have a gnawing emptiness inside you screaming to be filled. You check his left hand. No ring.

"Coffee? Sure why not."

"When..."

"Is your place close?"

"Yes, its..."

"Is the coffee good?"

"I think I can..."

"Then how about now?"

He looks startled. "Sure follow me."

Ten minutes later you are in his bedroom tearing his clothes off. You are wet from just the thought of fucking him. You slide back on the bed giving him missionary position.

You pose sexily. "Fuck me, Carver! Fuck me, now!"

Even without you cheering him on, he is already erect. He slips into your secret garden. You moan in pleasure. He thrusting into you. He is well endowed both in length and girth.

Every now and then you shout encouragement. "Faster! Right there! Yeah!"

You feel him close as you orgasm. He comes and you continue to quiver as aftershocks hit you.

He rolls onto his back.

You smile at him. "We're not done yet."

You hop on top of him and with ease insert still slightly hard dick into you. You use your legs controlling the pace. And, undulate muscles you didn't even know you had. Soon he is rock hard again. You are tireless, pushing up and down.

You come again, howling. "Yes!"

He comes seconds later. You roll over and rest. Five minutes later you are sliding your clothes back on.

He looks at youmwith a goofy grin. "Wow."

You wiggle your departing ass and reply. "Thanks."

You head back home for a shower, wondering how many girls he has used that photo editor line on.

In the shower you use the massager on your sex. Apparently, breaking your little dry spell has left you hungry for more. You begin to wash the soap off, when your cell phone rings.