25 years later
Sam walked barefoot out the door as Boris, her dog, tagged close behind. She walked down the walkway to the mailbox. She opened the mailbox and pulled out the stack of envelopes inside . As she walked back to the house, she tripped over her 16 year old son’s skateboard, and almost fell. She cursed under her breath as she regained her balance. At the age of 44, Sam was still very attractive. Her long auburn hair flowed down to the middle of her back. Her small, ample breasts were still as firm and pert as they were in college, even after two sons. Her long, toned legs were topped with a slightly bubbled butt. Unfortunately, Sam was married to a man that had long ago forgotten how to show her how beautiful she was, so her self image had greatly been altered.
Once she was in the house, Sam sorted the mail. She was pleasantly surprised when she has seen and envelope addressed to her. She opened it quickly. It was an invitation to her college sorority reunion. Her mind drifted back to all the fun times she had. Then the memories of Paige and the fun they had. She wondered if Paige would be there. She laid the invitation on the mantle and continued her daily chores. As she mopped the kitchen floor, she looked at the clock. She still had an hour or so before her husband was home. She dashed to the bedroom where he kept the computer. She quickly booted it up. She went to her email, and quickly, typed an email to the address she had last heard from Paige. She hit send. Then cleared the history, shut the computer off and returned to her housework .
Later that night as her husband snored beside her. Her mind drifted. As she thought back to some of the nights that she and Paige had spent together. Her hand slowly moved down her body and under her nightgown . Her fingers rubbed her smooth lips, as her middle finger teased her aching clit. She stopped as her husband rolled over. She thought about trying to wake him up, but she knew that it was no use. He had not shown sexual interest to her in months, and she didn’t want the disappointment. So she continued to rub her wet pussy with her fingers. In her mind, she imagined her fingers were Paige’s. She inserted two fingers into her moist pussy, and continued to finger herself while in her mind; she could hear Paige call her a horny bitch. She gasped as her orgasm approached. She tried hard not to scream, as her body trembled under her touch. She withdrew her fingers and for the first time since college, brought them to her lips, and cleaned her juices from them. She remembered how Paige used to instruct her to clean herself after they played. She had missed the sweet, musky taste of her juices, and drifted off to sleep with her fingers in her mouth.
The next morning she got up and fixed breakfast just like every day. She placed her husbands morning news beside his coffee cup, then sat her sons’ plates in their place and sipped on coffee while waiting for them to emerge from their bedrooms. The three came out almost at the same time. All three sat down and ate while they talked about practice, grades and other stuff. The boys were the first finished. Each kissed Sam on the cheek as they went out to meet the bus. When the boys left, her husband stood, retrieved his briefcase and barked to her what he needed her to do for him, and was out the door. A tear came to Sam’s eyes as she cleared the breakfast table, and placed the dishes into the dishwasher . She let the dog out into the back yard as she went and began her daily housekeeping.
It was about noon by the time she had cleaned the bathrooms, made the beds and put away the dishes. She sat at the desk and booted the computer. She went to her email and found there was a reply from Paige. She eagerly opened it and a smile came across her face when she read that Paige was going to be at the reunion and she wanted them to spend time together. Sam didn’t reply. She now had to convince her husband to allow her to go to the reunion. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair as she thought.
Sam stepped out of the shower 20 minutes before her husband was to be home. Dinner was in the oven, the boys were at practice, and for the next hour, it would be just the two of them. She slipped into a yellow sun dress, with spaghetti straps across her shoulders. She had not bothered to put on a bra or panties. She went down and set the table. She had prepared his favorite meal. When he walked in, he placed his coat and briefcase on the floor, and picked up the mail and walked into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her sitting at the table. Her smooth, long legs propped in an empty seat. He tossed the mail on the table.
“What do you want?” He rudely asked as he sat down and began to fix his plate.
“You are such an asshole, you know that?” She stood up and walked to the sink.
He ate his dinner and retired into the living room to watch TV. She went upstairs and put on some panties and a bra and left to pick up the boys. On her way back she decided that she was going to the reunion with or without his permission. When she got home he was asleep in front of the TV. She walked up the stairs and turned on the computer and emailed Paige and confirmed that she would be at the reunion and was eager to spend time with her.
The next two weeks went by very slowly. The time had finally come. The car was packed. She had made arrangements for the boys for the next three nights, and wrote a note to remind her husband that his meals were in the refrigerator. He was not happy about her going, but she was to the point where she didn’t care anymore. She closed the door to the car and pulled out of their driveway . She reached over and turned the radio up as she past the city limits sign.
Two hours after leaving home, Sam pulled into the parking lot of the hotel she was staying. She unloaded her luggage after she had checked in. As she was unpacking, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it there stood a young lady, wearing a pink Seamless Asymmetrical One Shoulder Dress with Diagonal Fishnet across her firm breast. The young lady just smiled and handed Sam a box, and then turned and sashayed back down the hallway. When she got to the elevator, she turned and seen Sam still looking at her. The young lady winked at Sam as she stepped into the elevator. Sam returned to her room and opened the card that was attached to the box.
“My dear Samantha,” she reads “In this box you will find items that you will need when you come visit me tonight. I look forward to seeing you again. P.”
Sam smiled as she opened the box. The first thing she pulled out was Black Fishnet Crotch less Pantyhose. Sam blushed to herself as she would never be caught dead wearing anything like that for anyone, but Paige. She laid the pantyhose on the bed and pulled a Silver studded leather punk top with matching skirt, to finish off her outfit was a pair of Dreamer Platform Stilettos. Sam laid the outfit out on her bed. She could not hide her excitement. She quickly removed her shirt and shorts she had worn on the trip, then her cotton panties and bra. She rushed to the bathroom and started the water for a shower. She stepped into the shower and the hot water cascaded down her firm body. She washed her hair, and her body. Then she reached out and took her razor from her attaché, then lathered some of the fruit smelling body wash in her hands. She applied the soap on her pubic area, and then slowly began to shave the little stubbles.
Feeling refreshed, Sam slowly pulled the pantyhose up her long, toned legs. She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt the moisture building between her legs. She slowly stepped into the leather skirt, twisting her hips as she pulled it up. She squeezed her ample breast into the leather top. She grinned as she saw she had cleavage. She sat on the bed and strapped the stilettos on her feet. It has been so long since she had worn something so sexy. She stood, and almost lost her balance as she tried to walk. After some practice walking, she was ready. She walked out of her room and down the hall to the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, a young couple walked by. She overheard the woman comment on her slutty outfit, but the man just looked and stared. Sam smirked as the door opened and she stepped into the elevator.
Sam pulled into the parking lot of her old sorority house. The reunion was not until the next evening, but Paige had instructed her to come and help with the decorations. When she stepped out of her car, she again felt wobbly in the stilettos. Using the hood of her car she regained her footing and walked toward the front door. She opened the door and walked into the dark corridor. She looked around and saw a faint light coming from down the hall. She walked slowly toward it. As she got closer she could hear voices. When she turned at the door, she stopped suddenly. In the room was Paige.
Paige heard a noise and turned. Sam gasped when she saw her old mistress. Although heavier than she had been in college, Paige still made Sam weak at the knees. Paige had long black hair that fell just above her heart shaped ass. Her breast looked as if they were about to bust out of the tight, white tank top she had on. On the other side of the room, Sam spotted the young girl that had delivered her package. The young girl was wearing a pair of very short cut off jeans, and a tank top that matched Paige’s. Sam could tell that the girl was not wearing a bra, because she could see her tanned breast and dark brown areolas through the thin white material.
“Sam, you are here,” Paige said excitingly, dropping the roll of paper she had in her hand and rushing to the door. The two old friends embraced in a long hug. Then Paige took her by the hand and led her to the middle of the room. “Alexis darling, come meet Sam.” Sam noticed the young girl walking towards her. The girl extended her hand and Sam followed suit and extended hers .
“Sam, this is Allison’s oldest daughter, Alexis. She will be going to college here in the fall, and is a shoe in to be the next member of our little group,” Paige said with a smile.
Allison was one of Paige and Sam’s friends from college. She had been Paige’s second in charge. Sam had always liked Allison, but the feeling was not mutual. Before Sam, Allison had been Paige’s one and only.
“Oh, hi Alexis, nice to meet you,” Sam said sweetly, “I hope you have as much fun here as we did.”
“Well that is kind of what I asked you here for tonight, Sam, darling.” Paige interrupted. “Alexis is going to attempt something that has never been done before. As a freshman, she is pledging to be headmistress of the group, and although we have been practicing on some of her friends, she needs to polish some of her skills.