Forty-two-year-old Matthew Collard had been very undecided about attending his old school's twenty-five-year reunion because he had not had contact with anyone from that time in years.
He was divorced and he had a girlfriend of sorts, although it was very much an on-off relationship, and at the moment, it was more off than on. He did not go out a great deal, so the reunion would be a night out; he might even enjoy it. It was being held in a large hotel just outside the town in which the school was and Matthew got a taxi because he expected to be drinking.
Name tags were provided, and though Matthew remembered some of the names, the faces no longer meant anything to him. He had brief conversations with a few people but was starting to regret attending, and he was considering ringing for a taxi home.
It was not only former pupils that were attending but teachers from that time too. One of those teachers was Elizabeth Reynolds who was aged close to forty back then, so now she was in her mid-sixties.
Elizabeth was a Miss then in both senses, 'Miss' as in being a teacher, and 'Miss' as in being single; she was still a Miss as in being single, having never married, although she had had lovers of both sexes.
Elizabeth had booked herself a room in the hotel, and even though she was expecting to spend the night alone, she thought it was possible that one of her ex-pupils might like to share her bed with her, be they male or female. She had no intention of inviting any of her former teaching colleagues into her room, certainly not any of the male ones anyway.
Elizabeth had mostly been passing the time with former teachers but decided that she wanted to chat with some younger reunion attendees.
She had been an attractive woman twenty-five years earlier and she was an attractive woman now although her tits now sagged a bit and her backside and hips were bigger. The black dress that she was wearing was a bit clingy both front and back.
Elizabeth first chatted with a couple that were sweethearts back then as seventeen-year-olds, had married two years later and were still very happy together. She next chatted with two girls from that school year, one of whom had a crush on Elizabeth in those days and still rather fancied her... Maybe Elizabeth would have hotel room company later.
Matthew was still thinking of phoning for a taxi home when his eyes met those of Elizabeth Reynolds. Matthew had often wanked in his bedroom a quarter of a century ago thinking of Miss Reynolds or, more specifically, of her arse in a tight skirt.
Although Elizabeth smiled, she did not immediately recognise Matthew even if he certainly recognised her and thought that she still looked stunning.
"Hello Miss Reynolds, how are you?" said Matthew, moving towards her.
Elizabeth glanced at his name tag. "Oh yes, Matthew Collard; I am fine thank you, how are you?" responded Elizabeth, remembering that Matthew was one of a few young men that she fancied back then. Of course, she would never have done anything about it.
"I am fine too, thank you, though I was thinking of leaving to be honest," said Matthew.
"Not enjoying seeing all these people from the past then?" smiled Elizabeth, with a flash of her eyes.
"Well, I wasn't but it is very nice to see you again, Miss Reynolds," replied Matthew.
"I think you might call me Elizabeth now, don't you, Matthew?" said Elizabeth, wondering if this man might be sharing her bed.
"You will always be Miss Reynolds. I used to think about you a lot," said Matthew. Normally, he was quite confident, but tonight he was feeling a bit shy.
"Think about me? In what way?" said Elizabeth, enjoying the conversation more and more.
"Well, probably not in a way that a schoolboy should think about his teacher," smiled Matthew.
"Do tell," encouraged Elizabeth.
"Well, I um, I used to look at your bottom when you were turned around," confessed Matthew.
"And did you like what you saw, Matthew?" pressed Elizabeth, almost touching the younger man but not quite.
"Oh yes, when I got home I would often...," started Matthew, but thought he was going too far.
"Would you now? You naughty boy," smirked Elizabeth, Matthew thought that she looked so sexy.
"Yes, very naughty,..., Miss," said Matthew.
The room was full of people and chatter but Elizabeth and Matthew were in a world of their own.
"Are you still a naughty boy, Matthew?" said Elizabeth, starting to feel quite damp between her legs.
"Sometimes, Miss," said Matthew, his penis hard in his trousers.
"Do you still look at female bottoms?" asked Elizabeth.
"Those that I think attractive, Miss Reynolds," answered Matthew.
"If I were to turn around and walk away now, would you look at my bottom, Matthew?" asked Elizabeth, an eyebrow raised.
"Most certainly, Elizabeth," replied Matthew.
Elizabeth smiled at the move to using her Christian name, "And if I was to head for the room that I have upstairs here, would you follow me, Matthew?" continued Elizabeth.
"Are you inviting me to your room, Elizabeth?" responded Matthew, just for clarification.
"Sounds like it, doesn't it? Are you coming? That is C-O-M sort of coming," chuckled Elizabeth.
"Yes, I am coming; just C-O-M sort at the moment," responded Matthew.
"Oh, I think that I should ask if there is a Mrs Matthew Collard?" said Elizabeth, not wanting her about-to-be-lover to have any regrets afterwards.
"No. There used to be, but I am divorced," replied Matthew, now thinking how much fun this reunion was turning out to be.
"Okay, to my room then, young man," said Elizabeth, turning and leading the way. They had still not actually touched each other.
Matthew's eyes automatically went to Elizabeth's quite wide backside as she led him out of the room. A few within the room wondered if the two people leaving were together or just going out of the room at the same time by coincidence.
"Are you looking at my bottom again, Mr Collard?" asked Elizabeth without turning her head as she headed for the lifts.
"Of course, Miss Reynolds," responded Matthew.
"You can do more than look at it very soon," said Elizabeth, pushing a button and having a lift door open.
Touching started as soon as they were in the lift with the doors closed, hands were everywhere and lips were on lips and tongues dancing in mouths. The lift pinged at Elizabeth's floor and they broke from their snogging and staggered out of the lift.
"We are going to fuck each other silly, Mr Collard," breathed Elizabeth, as they went arm in arm towards her room.
"I longed to fuck you twenty-five years ago," said Matthew, as they reached Elizabeth's room.
"Back then you had to wank but now we can fuck," said Elizabeth, as they tumbled into her room.
"This is a dream come true," said Matthew, before they snogged again and he got his hands on Miss Reynolds' arse.
"You were a naughty boy wanking thinking about your teacher all those years ago, I should give you a good spanking," smiled Elizabeth, her eyes ablaze with lust as she kicked off her shoes.
"Yes, I think you should, Miss Reynolds," replied Matthew, finding the idea of getting spanked by a woman at his age a great turn-on.
"Oh, I will, but not until after we have fucked," said Elizabeth, removing Matthew's jacket and then undoing his trousers.
Elizabeth got Matthew's trousers lowered and massaged the huge bulge in his boxers. "My oh my, I am going to enjoy having this inside me," said Elizabeth, continuing the massaging.
"I need to see your arse, Elizabeth," said Matthew, turning his former teacher around and unzipping her dress.
Matthew took the dress straps from Elizabeth's shoulders and with some lowering by Matthew and some shimmying by Elizabeth, the dress was at Elizabeth's feet leaving the sixty-four-year-old in black bra and knickers.
Matthew stood back slightly looking at the large pair of buttocks inside the knickers, buttocks that he admired through Elizabeth's clothing twenty-five years before. "Touch it, Matthew, touch the arse that you wanked thinking about all those years ago," encouraged Elizabeth.
Matthew closed the gap between himself and Elizabeth and caressed the woman's arse cheeks through her knickers, "Oh fuck, this feels so good," breathed Matthew, as his hands stroked Elizabeth's buttocks.
"It feels so good to me too, baby," responded Elizabeth, throwing her head back as she felt the younger man fondling her arse.
Matthew then kissed Elizabeth's neck as his hands caressed her tits through her bra and his rock-hard cock, still in his boxers, prodded her backside.
"This is so fucking hot," muttered Elizabeth, as she ground her arse against Matthew's cock.
"I am going to give you such a fucking, Miss Reynolds," said Matthew, undoing Elizabeth's bra and taking it off before cupping her large now naked tits.
"Oh yes, baby, fuck me good," said Elizabeth, putting her hands behind both of them on Matthew's buttocks and forcing his bulge even tighter against her arse.
They were both in danger of cumming in their underwear so it seemed to be mutually agreed that it would be a good idea to get naked and fuck. The first move towards this was Matthew dropping to his knees and pulling Elizabeth's knickers down and off, baring her large backside.
"Oh fuck, Elizabeth, your arse is beautiful," said Matthew, before caressing and kissing it.
"Let me get at your cock, I need that fucking," requested Elizabeth, and Matthew stood and Elizabeth turned to face him.
Elizabeth pulled down Matthew's boxers and took his large erection in her hand, "Mmmm, oh fuck," said Elizabeth before dropping to her knees and taking Matthew's penis into her mouth.
Matthew gently stroked Elizabeth's hair as she licked and sucked his cock but then she stopped the oral, stood up and hastily removed Matthew's tie and shirt. Matthew struggled out of his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers and they were now both naked.
They snogged again and then fell onto the bed together, Matthew above as Elizabeth guided his erect cock into her wet and hairy cunt, "Fuck your teacher, Matthew," whispered Elizabeth, as Matthew was about to get his twenty-five-year-old wish.
Matthew's penis slid deeper into Elizabeth's vagina and then he started thrusting his hips. He prided himself on giving his sex partners maximum pleasure, and he wanted to give this woman the fucking that he had promised.
They were fucking hard and fast, and Elizabeth was getting more and more vocal before yelling as she came, "Yes, fuck, yes, oh fucking hell!" while Matthew shafted her.
The fuck continued with changes of position and more noisy orgasms for Elizabeth; she was getting well fucked.