I went to my high school’s 25th reunion expecting nothing. I was recently divorced and figured I might as well get out of the house, enjoy a trip, have a few laughs. And ended up at a table with two women that had, long ago, been a part of my teenage fantasy life. By the end of the weekend, adult reality turned out to be even more interesting than my adolescent fantasies.
One of my old classmates was Beth, a girl I had dated a few times my senior year. I had some very fond memories of goodnight kisses on her front porch that ended up being makeout sessions. Unfortunately, we were very aware of her mom lurking on the other side of that front door, and the year ended before anything hot and heavy ever happened between us. She was a very passionate kisser, but I always remembered her as basically sweet, innocent, cute. I was a teenager, so of course I had some naughty fantasies about her, but no wild memories.
Then there was Pam, a girl who realized how sexy she was when she was sixteen years old and always made the most of it. She was fucking hot back then, and now in her mid-forties, she was even sexier as far as I was concerned. Twenty-five years ago, she had a big football star boyfriend, so everybody else knew it was “hands off”. But we all loved to stare at her, walking through the halls. We knew she was getting her brains fucked out on a regular basis. Boy, were we jealous!
How both these sexy women ended up at the same table as me at the reunion, I had no idea, but I thanked my lucky stars. I have to admit I allowed a few fantasies to creep into the back of my mind when we discovered that we were all, shall we say, “newly unattached”. Beth seemed to be okay with her status as a single person, but Pam managed to let slip a few not-too-subtle comments about how she was long overdue for some action in the bedroom.
We all had a chance to dance with each other. As Beth and I slow danced, we mostly chatted about how great it was to see each other again. I kept staring into those deep blue eyes and remembering the innocent love we used to share.
When I danced with Pam, it was a difficult task to make eye contact; she was still a girl who enjoyed using her body to put on a show for all the guys in the room. She and I danced to a great old classic rock tune, and Pam definitely knew how to shake it. That low-cut dress she wore made it hard not to stare; at the age of 43, she was still a knockout and was giving every guy in the room a hard-on.
At 11 p.m. the reunion was over, and we all headed for the parking lot. It was a small town, and many of us had booked rooms at the same hotel, the only good one in town. We were all saying goodnight and heading for our cars, promising to stay in touch.
Beth gave me a hug at the front door, telling me it was great to see me again, and gave me a quick kiss. Memories of her front porch came flooding back as I kissed her and said, “I love you, sweetie.” I meant it. She hugged me tighter and we said good night. I was surprised at how much I felt the same as I did in high school: enjoying my time with Beth, but kicking myself for not trying to take it further.
I turned around, and there was Pam; she had been watching (while pretending not to). I enjoyed watching her walk toward me across the lobby; she was definitely a little tipsy. “I don’t think I should drive, Bill; will you be a sweetie and take me back to the hotel? Here, take my keys and drive us; I’ll bring you back over here in the morning to get your car, okay?”
We got in her car and took off for the hotel. Pam slid across the front seat and put her head on my shoulder; more than one of my high school fantasies was definitely coming true! As we reached the hotel, I parked in a secluded spot in a dark corner of the parking lot, and Pam showed me that her sexiness was much more than a fantasy. In no time we were making out like teenagers and Pam stopped at one point to say, “I’m having such a good time, Bill. Don’t you want to touch me?” She giggled and kept kissing me passionately, moaning and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I was holding her tightly in my arms, and I let my hands slide down to caress her beautiful round ass. She groaned appreciatively and moaned, “Yes—yes!” and renewed her urgent kisses. My hands moved up her body and decided it was time for something I had only dreamed of twenty-five years ago. My hands cupped her perfect 36C breasts and squeezed. All Pam did was tell me: “Holy shit, don’t stop!”
This went on for some time, but after a while we suddenly came to our senses and realized that this probably wasn’t the time or place to do this. Pam giggled, still a little tipsy, and looked down at her naked tits and the bra that was lying on the front seat. Completely naked from the waist up, she didn’t seem one bit concerned that we were in a public parking lot. Her hand had been groping my hard cock through my pants, but she had stopped short of unzipping anything. “Geez, Bill,” she said, “we should have tried this in high school!” She stuffed her bra into her purse and slipped back into her blouse, which didn’t do much to conceal anything.
I helped Pam out of the car and walked her to her room, giving her a final kiss goodnight. Assuming that we had let good sense prevail and stopped what had happened in her car before it went too far, I went back to my room with a raging hard-on. As far as I was concerned, the night had been one gigantic tease, with no relief in sight.
I got back to my room and changed into jogging shorts and a t-shirt. Almost immediately, the phone rang. It was Pam. “Sorry, Bill,” she said, “but you still have my car keys! Would you mind bringing them over to my room right now?”
"Good lord, more teasing!” I mumbled to myself as I hung up the phone. I grabbed the keys and went to knock on Pam’s door. When she opened it, my jaw dropped and I just said, “Oh, fuck!”
Pam giggled and said, “Yes, please!” with a mischievous smile. She was wearing a tight-fitting V-neck t-shirt, her hard nipples poking through the near-sheer material. The only other thing she had on was a pair of sexy black lace panties. She pulled me into the room and in no time, we had picked up where we left off in the car.
As a teenager, I often had lewd thoughts about what Pam looked like naked; but the reality was so much better. She kept urging me on as I ran my hands up under her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She then turned around and put on a little show for me, wiggling her hot round ass as she slid down her panties, bending over to expose her wet pussy to me for the first time. She was so sexy and passionate as she grabbed at my hard cock through my shorts and pulled them down; she was very pleased to see that I had nothing on underneath. I had been fondling her nice round tits in the car; now I sucked feverishly at her nipples as she stroked and squeezed my cock. My fingers slid inside her pussy and I saw that she was already dripping wet.
Soon we were in her bed, fucking like it was our last night on earth. She had her legs up in the air, spread wide, and kept urging me to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. It wasn’t long before she wrapped her legs around me and came hard, her pussy clutching at my cock. I loved feeling her body shudder as she moaned and came in a passionate rushing orgasm, with my cock buried deep inside her. Then she pushed me over on my back and told me to take a nice long taste of her sweet wetness.
She crawled on top of me in a perfect sixty-nine position; with her sexy tan thighs on either side of my face, I lapped at her hot cunt, oozing her sweet cream. She played with my balls with one hand as her other hand stroked the throbbing shaft of my cock. Pam was soon sucking hard on my swollen mushroom; she told me how wonderful it was to suck her own sweet pussy juice off my shaft. She was soon slobbering all over my cock and balls and coaxed a mammoth cum load out of me, her tongue swirling around my cock head as my cum splashed all over her face and tits.
It was amazing and sexy, and even better than my teenage dreams. But it was just a meaningless physical encounter, and we both knew it. We had a few more good laughs and shared kisses as we helped each other clean up, taking a quick shower together. It was hard to keep our minds on cleaning up, since we each had our soapy hands all over each other. Soon enough, though, I had tucked Pam back into bed, still naked and smiling as she said good night. I went back to my room thinking I had just experienced the stereotypical hot time at the high school reunion.
I headed back to my room, but as I got off the elevator, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Beth, sitting in a waiting area at the end of the hallway. She gave me such a sweet smile, and I felt a little pang of guilt, having just fucked Pam. But then I realized that Beth wasn’t really my girlfriend any more, after all. She asked if we could talk for a while, and we walked down the hall to my room.
She told me that after the sweet way we had said goodnight to each other, she had left the party wanting to talk some more. Soon, we were sharing the first really meaningful conversation of the weekend. The whole evening had been one long, mostly boring stream of small talk with people who were once friends but were now close to being strangers. Everyone except Beth; for some reason, we made an instant connection and soon were lost in conversation for a long time about our lives, our jobs, our good times and bad.
Soon we had talked it all out and the conversation seemed to turn, inevitably, to our love lives. We smiled and laughed at how being divorced meant that we were suddenly being thrust back into the dating scene at the age of forty-three. We both agreed that it hadn’t been going that well so far. (Of course, I didn’t mention the wild scene in Pam’s room only an hour earlier).
Maybe I was just horny because of what had happened with Pam; maybe I was intoxicated by the intimate sweetness of the long heart-to-heart talk Beth and I were having. Maybe it was the beauty of her deep blue eyes and the sexiness of her full, pouting lips. Whatever it was, I completely stepped “out of the box” of being the polite, sweet ex-boyfriend. I leaned forward on the bed and gave Beth a deep, wet kiss as my hands grabbed her at the waist. She responded urgently, her tongue swirling around in my mouth as she moaned quietly. Like a magnet, her full round breasts drew my hands upward, and I cupped and squeezed her beautiful 38D globes.
"Oh my god, yes!” She whispered feverishly in my ear as I tore frantically at the buttons of her pretty white blouse. “Don’t stop, Bill, please don’t stop!” Soon her silky blouse was on the floor, and I was kissing the tops of her breasts above her lacy bra. Beth smiled mischievously and grabbed at the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. She ran her fingertips through the thick hair on my chest and moaned approvingly as we kissed.
Abruptly, she stopped and said, “Your turn!” and looked down at her tits. She was gorgeous, and I definitely wanted a taste. Like a teenage boy, I fumbled clumsily behind her back, taking a little too long to figure out how to unhook her bra. When at last I succeeded, I actually just stopped and stared for a few seconds. She was so beautiful, with long hard nipples jutting out invitingly from the dark red areolas against her milky white flesh.
"Go ahead, Bill,” she whispered. “I know you wanted this twenty-five years ago! You still want it, don’t you?” She giggled and waited breathlessly at the thought of what she knew would be my reaction. God, I was in heaven! I massaged her tits and sucked hard at her nipples and loved hearing her approving, passionate moans.