I've been retired now for over a year and I am enjoying every minute. I have several lady friends here in town that I date or visit regularly. We enjoy each other's company, some on a social basis and a few on a more intimate basis. As I settle into the life of leisure, I am exploring a wide range of hobbies to fill my time. A few months back I read an article in the local paper that put a spotlight on healthy living. More specifically it talked about the therapeutic value of walking five or ten kilometres several times a week. The article highlights a local club that meets weekly for group walks.
The idea intrigues me as I need to step up my game in the physical activity arena. Especially now, being retired, I don't want to be relegated to a rocking chair watching TV all day. Lately, most of my physical activity has been sexual in nature. Not that this is bad, but I do need to get out of the house more often, or at least out of the bedroom. I mentioned the idea of the walking club to my gal pals and it was met with a lukewarm response at best.
My friend, Laura, said no way. After putting in a full day at her job at a local drug store, the last thing she wants to do is walk another three or four miles. She told me in no uncertain terms that she is my fuck buddy, not my health guru. This assessment is probably true as she is, how shall I say, a bit plump and not one to exercise, unless it is bouncing up and down on my cock. She loves to ride me after a long day at work where she is constantly standing. I love it too because I get to play with her enormous tits while she straddles me. Her boobs are very big and round with just a bit of sag to them. Her pale, wide areole are fun to kiss and lick. She loves the attention I pay to her beautiful boobs. That's what she wants at the end of the day, not traipsing through some old rocky path out in the wild.
I talked to my lady friend, Sandy, who lives in my apartment complex, about the walking club. She is all for it and thinks I should join. She said she would love to walk with me if she were twenty years younger. I guess she is right, after all she is sixty-eight and widowed. However, she is in great shape and spends a lot of time at the apartment's pool. I bet she could do a 5K every so often. I know about her shape because she invited me into her bed last year.
I was teasing her one day about spying on her at the pool. I told her I wished she would sunbathe topless, because then I could admire her big tits from my apartment window. No sooner had I made that comment than she pulled me into her bedroom and was stripping off her sweater. Her dark red nipples stared me in the face and I was lost. I reached under her large pendulous boobs and brought her erect nipples right to my mouth. I was in heaven, sucking and licking her nipples. Next thing I know, she has hold of my seven inch cock and is stroking me. Of course, I returned the favour and used my fingers to rub her long clit and dip into her pussy. That day we masturbated each other to lovely orgasms and continued to do so for several months. One day she surprised me by telling me she was ready to have intercourse. She was finally at peace with being a widow and wanted to feel a nice hard cock deep inside her pussy once again. She said since I was so patient with her over the past several months, I was the one she wanted. The best part of our arrangement is that I get to eat her pussy every time to get her wet enough for penetration.
Sex with an older woman is wonderful, it is never rushed. We take our time to enjoy each other with stroking, soft kisses and lots of oral sex. We often bathe together and linger in the warm, sudsy water until we turn into prunes. Even though she is very energetic when it comes to sex, she isn't one to walk several miles a day.
There are other prospects in town, including my dear friend Jane, whom I met at a massage class last year. But they all still work full time and are not ready to devote a lot of energy to more physical activity. I would love for her to walk with me, but she is so busy with teaching her third graders and doing massage therapy on the side, that I am reluctant to ask.
I have no worries about finding out more about this walking club on my own. I'm sure I will enjoy the walking and probably get to meet new and interesting people along the way. I checked the walking clubs website and the next scheduled walk is this coming Thursday. There is a lot of information on the website. It turns out this club is only one of many in Central California and they are all affiliated with national and international Volkswalker associations. Who knew?
On Thursday afternoon, I get ready for a 5K walk with the local club. I slip on my trusty New Balance All Terrain tennis shoes, jeans and sweatshirt. Spring is just around the corner, however today there is a slight chill in the air. These walks take place at various starting points throughout the region. Tonight's walk begins in Pismo Beach. I drive up Highway 101 to the location listed on the website. When I arrive there are seven people milling about. Most seem to be in my age category, so I feel right at home. I introduce myself to the folks and we strike up friendly conversations. I learn that a few of the people already here are first time walkers and that puts me more at ease.
The group talks about the weather, naturally. It's a safe topic. More walkers arrive as the 6:15 registration time draws near. Several ladies arrive carrying a small table and books. They setup near the front door of the local coffee shop and introduce themselves to the new people, including myself. Mary is the president of this chapter and she proceeds to talk about the group and logistics. Since the group is affiliated with the national chapter, everyone needs to check in and sign a waiver for any accidents that might occur. Mary explains that sometimes a misstep could lead to a twisted ankle, or a tumble and the club needs to be held harmless in such a case. The club does carry medical insurance in case of really bad accidents. So far, none have occurred with this club, but there have been horror stories with other clubs.
Most of the club walks are in the neighborhoods or green belts around the county. A few walks go into the foothills and are more demanding. They are rated as hikes more than walks. There seems to be a good variety of activities with this particular club, so I am all in. I introduce myself to Mary, sign up and pay a small amount for yearly dues.
At precisely 6:30 PM, Mary gathers tonight's group into a circle and welcomes us. We take turns introducing ourselves. There are about fifteen folks, with four of us being new walkers. We are given maps for the 5K route and head out for an adventure. Many of the regulars talk nonstop as we walk and get some good exercise. I am in the middle of the group as we walk along at a good pace. It's not quite power walking, but we seem to move right along.
I study the map and see that tonight's route takes us down along the Arroyo Grande Creek. I've been here before and know that many couples frequent parts of the creek enjoying the warm water. It's popular with the clothing optional crowd, but I don't think I'll be seeing any naked tits tonight. It's still early in the season and too late in the evening for skinny dipping, but you never know. I've also heard rumors of a clothing optional RV Park close by, but I have never seen it.
As the evening sunset begins, the sky gets darker and I realize I didn't bring a flashlight. Well there is one rookie mistake. Several people bring out their lights, so at least we can see where the path leads us. I walk along for a few kilometers in the dark, relying on the flashlights of others walking ahead of me. I do my best not to stumble. Just over the halfway point when we are near the infamous hot water spot where many a naked person could be spotted, I feel a tap on my shoulder. At first, I don't think anything of it. A minute later I feel another tap on my shoulder, this time it's a little more forceful. I turn my head and stare directly into the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Even in the dark I can see them shine.
"Hi, I'm Catherine."
After a minute or two of stuttering, I finally get out, "Hello, my name is Rob."
"Well hello Rob. It's nice to meet you. Is this your first walk? I haven't seen you before."
I acknowledge this is my first time out with the walking club as we continue walking at a brisk pace. I do my best not to fall down as I gaze at Catherine.
"I thought this might be your first walk since you are without a flashlight. Here, I have a really bright one. We can walk together and use my light so you don't step somewhere you shouldn't."
Catherine is very generous sharing her light as we navigate the trail together. She tells me she has been a member for about eight months now and tries to get out for all of the scheduled walks. The first thing I notice about Catherine, besides her sparkling blue eyes, is how tall she is. I bet she stands at least 5 foot 8. She is wearing a Cal Poly Mom sweatshirt and it appears to be quite full. I decide I would like to get to know Catherine a little bit better.
I state the obvious, "So, you have a son or daughter in college?"
"I had a daughter over at SLO; she graduated last spring and moved to Southern California. So now it's just me up here."
"Well congrats to her. I bet it's exciting for her to start something new?"
Catherine affirms that her daughter, Amy, was very happy to get out of school and start a new job. So, it's just her up here now, eh? I don't want to press too hard for personal details right away, so I keep the conversation light as we continue walking.
