She felt the transition from bumpy runway to smooth air as the nearly empty plane lifted off and headed for home. She looked out the window at the puffy white clouds bathed in the orange and pink light of the fading sun.

"Home," she thought, "that's funny. I always thought THIS was my home."

It had been.when she was growing up. But she had left many years ago after graduating from high school to find her own path in life. She hadn't been back in town since then, until now. She wasn't sure she wanted to attend the reunion, or come back to town. There were good memories, sure, but bad ones as well. Her schoolmates at the reunion would be the same ones that had picked on her because she was always the tall, lanky, curly-haired girl that stood out and didn't really fit in. She was pretty, but guys didn't ask her out because she was so tall and didn't have big boobs like the perky cheerleaders. That's OK. Those boys just never got to find out how sensitive the nipples on her small boobies were! She had thought about implants over the years, but after seeing the problems her friends had with them, and the loss of sensitivity, she was happy with what she had. She never really felt like she fit in with the crowd at school. She was never one of the "popular" kids, but now, going back, she realized that she just bloomed later than most, and that high school was not the best time of her life. That's one reason she wanted to go back to this reunion, to show all those snobby people that she WAS somebody! "How do you like me now?" she remembered thinking as she went to the hotel for the reunion.

Before the reunion, she had been driving around to all the places she knew as a kid. It was all changed now. The neighborhood was grown over, the old house had been remodeled by the new owners, her old schools had new students in them, the places she used to play and hang out were all built over. The house where her first boyfriend, from 1st grade, lived was still there. She wondered what ever happened to him.

She saw the bridge over the creek where she had kissed the first boyfriend she was "going steady with" in the 8th grade. Giving in to adolescent curiosity, she had even let her touch her boobs. And then the stupid bastard went and told all his friends, like he was some fucking STUD, that they had "done it" and so she was now EASY! "What a fuckin loser!"

She put the red rose she carried on the seat beside her, settled back into her seat and looked out toward the twilight skies as she tried to remember what she had been thinking about. Oh yes, growing up.and SEX! Oh God! How could she forget about SEX!

She thought about all the things that had changed as she drove around town yesterday, and how, in many ways, some things were still the same. At the reunion, the people were the same cliques that hung out together in school. There were the snobs and status seekers, the "out-back" gang of smokers and potheads, the jocks, the jockettes, the choir, and the other groups that she never seemed to fit into. Some of the people looked the same, some looked totally different. Most were now married with children. Others turned out to be gay (well, some we already knew about back then). At first, she thought the evening was going to be a big bust, with her sitting alone not talking to anyone and not really caring about these people anyway. She only came because she wanted to see how fat and ugly the women had gotten after all their kids and see how much their big boobs now sagged after the kids came, while her small boobies that everyone laughed at were still perky.

"Who knew?" she thought "Who knew that last night would be THE hottest night of fun, flirting, exploration, and pure ram animal lust she had ever had! Who knew that HE would be there!" As her thoughts of last night raced through her mind again, she felt OP start to stir and get wet all over again.

As she looked out the window, she thought back so many years ago to the LAST time she left this town, and compared how different it was THIS time. She thought about graduation night so many years ago, the night before she left, when she finally "graduated" into womanhood as well.

He had been her boyfriend for a few months, and like any horny teenager, was always wanting her to "go all the way." She was horny too, but was still trying to live down her reputation form 8th grade. She had already let him get pretty far. They kissed, of course, even French kissed. She had let him play with her boobs through her blouse and even let him put his hands down her pants a few times. He was the first boy to feel the soft, downy hair that was growing "down there" and the first boy to feel OP's soft, warm folds. His hands were rough though, and he had no idea what he was doing, so it hurt. He kept trying to jam his finger inside her when she wasn't ready. He didn't understand that sometimes the threat of being caught if your parents come in was NOT a turn on and that she didn't get wet on command. Several times, she had to stop him because it had hurt too much. She wasn't a cock tease either. When they went parking, she would pull it out and give him handjobs. He would always come in about 30 seconds. He kept wanting her to give him head, but the closest she came was to kiss it once. Back then, she thought that of swallowing that stuff grossed her out, and she naively thought that she might get pregnant if she did. What a hoot! Poor guy.

So on graduation night, at the party after the ceremony, she had decided it was time to "do it." There was beer, alcohol, and pot floating all over the house, kids were sprawled everywhere, and everyone was lamenting the end of their childhoods and how they now had to face "the real world." She was leaving the next day on a trip with friends, and then off to college. Although she promised her boyfriend they would try to do the long distance relationship thing, she knew full well that this guy was history after tomorrow. So she thought before she dumped him that she'd send him off with a bang, so to speak. She smiled as she caught herself laughing at her own thoughts.

They had gone upstairs to an empty bedroom and locked the door. She lit a single candle for light. She still remembered it was Jasmine scented, her favorite. Funny the little details you remember. She took him by the hand and they sat on the edge of the bed. They both took off their shoes and socks so as not to get the bed dirty. After their eyes adjusted to the light, they began to kiss, first softly and then more passionately. But he was like a racehorse at the starting gate, raring to go! He jammed his tongue down her throat in his feeble attempt at French kissing. You'd think with all the kissing they'd done, he would have learned better.

As they kissed, he took his shirt off, his hard, teenage chest and arms emerging into the soft light. He DID have a nice body, she remembered. He cradled her face in his hands as they continued to kiss. "Maybe he was so drunk he needed to hold on to find my face," she thought amusingly. She snickered again. She remembered how she took his hands in hers and gently guided them to her breasts. He began to pinch and roll her nipples through her blouse and bra. He unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it off her shoulders. Her stark white bra almost glowed in the darkness. Back then, that was the only color you could get. Good ole Sears. ("Thank God for Victoria's Secret now," she thought.) His trembling hands felt their way through the padding as they continued to explore. Funny.looking back on it now, she remembers it in more clinical and scientific terms.not as a passionate moment between star-crossed lovers. More like two horny teenagers wanting to find out what "doing it" was like. Again, she smiled at the irony.

This "foreplay master" spent all of about thirty seconds playing with her tits through her bra before he was at the bra strap, trying to get it off. She calmly reached around and 'unlocked" it (Obviously he hadn't been practicing on his sister's or mom's bras like she heard other guys did). She was shy and nervous as she now sat there, topless, in front of a boy for the first time. Back then, she was VERY self conscious about her body.what teenage girl wasn't? But, at 5'10," she was taller than most of the boys and almost all the girls. She had red curly hair, while all the boys liked the blonde cheerleader types. Now, for the first time, she was getting naked in front of a boy. She was excited but nervous. Her nipples here fully erect and clearly visible in the candlelight. He seemed kind of nervous with her topless, which she didn't know how to take. "Did he like them? Were they disgusting?" But she realized that his nervousness was probably because this was the first pair of tits he had ever seen up close. He reached over and took a swig of his beer, then turned his attention to her chest. He touched her breasts ("OH! Cold hands!" she remembered, "Next time, don't pick up the cold beer bottle first!").

He pinched and rolled her nipples like he was tuning a radio. It felt pretty good, but her nipples are very sensitive (he didn't know that), so he was sort of rough, and it hurt. She tried to guide his hands to be more gentle, but he didn't quite get the hint. It felt better when they laid back on the bed, and he, for the first time, got to use his mouth on her nipples. He licked and sucked on her tits for only about a minute or two, but it felt really good! Still a little rough still, but good. As he was crawling on the bed on top of her, she reached up and cupped her hand over the zipper of his pants. That boy was HARD! As soon as she touched him, that must have been his signal for post time because now the race was on to go further, because he had immediately stopped sucking her tits and straightened up, balancing on his knees so that he could start to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He slipped off his jeans and she saw his hardness straining against the white fabric of his Fruit of the Looms. She started to unbuckle her belt and jeans as well, and lifted her hips slightly as she slid them off. Here they were now, in their underpants, wondering who would make the next move.

Being a Capricorn, known for taking charge, she took over for a while. She pushed him down onto his back, and started to kiss his chest and stomach. As she did, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them down, being careful not to "catch" them on his turgid rod. She remembered seeing his cock for the first time in it's full glory, and it didn't seem as big as it had those times she had given him the hand jobs. But then again, all THOSE times, it was still couped up in his pants, which probably pushed it up and made it look bigger. Still, it was a nice cock, she recalled. Long, hard, and very nicely shaped. She looked at him. He was looking at his cock with a big grin on his face, like a proud daddy! Men!

She resumed her kissing of his chest and stomach. She licked HIS nipples and even bit them a time or two. But now that his cock was out in the open, all he wanted was her to play with it. All those other erogenous zones were forgotten. What he really wanted was a blowjob. He tried to be subtle, but she felt the pressure on her head to move downward as he ran his fingers through her thick tresses. As she got closer and closer to "it," the pressure from him on the back of her head increased. She took his cock in her right hand, and carefully examined it as best she could in the limited light. She had never really seen one up close either. She squeezed it in her hand. When she did, a drop of fluid had appeared at the tip. She remembered not knowing what to do with the fluid. She thought he had to go pee. Curiosity finally got to her, and she dipped her finger into it. It was sticky, and very slick. It wasn't pee. She rubbed the fluid between the thumb and forefinger on her left hand, testing the consistency, all the while keeping his cock firmly gripped in her right hand. She finally touched the tip of her finger to her tongue, tasting her first bit of salty pre-come fluid (she had since learned in health class that you can't get pregnant from putting it in your mouth).

Impatient with her distracting discovery, he shifted his hips, moving his cock in her hand and bringing her attention back to HIM.and HIS raging hard-on! She was ready to try the next step and give him the blowjob he had been wanting. The girls in gym had talked about giving them, so now she was trying to remember what they had said on how to do it. He was already laying on his back with his legs spread, so she had gotten between his legs on her knees and taken up her position. She adjusted her grip on his cock and, summoning her inner strength and fighting back the urge to puke, opened her mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, all in one big movement. As she closed her lips around this man meat, suddenly it didn't seem small again. It wasn't a huge cock, she'd had bigger over the years, but at the time, she could only get a little past the head in her mouth for fear of gagging. She remembered that it didn't have a taste either, other than slightly salty. She kept her lips wrapped around it as she slowly withdrew the thing from her mouth. She was trying to remember all the advice she had gotten. She looked at him. His eyes were closed.and he had a look on his face like he had just seen God.so HE wasn't about to offer any advice. So she tried as best she could to give her first blowjob ("Which should be called a suckjob" she mused)! She worked the stiff fleshy rod in and out of her mouth a few times, getting it slicker with her saliva each time. She remembered thinking, when she started to pull him out of her mouth for the third time, about the commercial for Tootsie Roll pops and that it only takes three licks to get to the center and whether or not she should bite his cock after three licks. A man in the seat across the aisle looked over at her as she giggled under her breath at this ancient inside joke.

The blowjob didn't take long, but it seemed like it. Maybe a minute in real time, as he had stopped her before he came. ( He had told her afterwards that he was right on the edge after her mouth first touched his cock.) She laid down next to him on the bed while he gripped his cock in a death grip to keep from coming. While she laid there, she had lifted her hips and slid her plain, cotton panties off, letting him see, for the first time, her red downy bush and his first coochie. Back then, nobody shaved, especially teenagers, so it was all natural and pretty wild down there. She had heard from her friends about their boyfriends "going down" on them. Apparently, some boys would lick the girls' down there too, and it was supposed to feel really good.

At the time, she thought that no man would do that. How disgusting! But she thought back to all the times she had rubbed herself there, and how wet she had gotten, and thought that if a man DID lick her there, it would feel incredible.

She looked over at her so-called boyfriend, still sprawled on the bed holding his hard-on. It was clear that HE wasn't going to do anything like that. He was already putting the rubber on. Where he had gotten it, she had no idea, but she was glad to see that he had one, and was willing to use it.

Foreplay was over. In all, it had lasted about 3 minutes, with about 2 of those being getting undressed. He had now prepared his tool.it was time to sacrifice the virgin! She slowly spread her legs as he crawled up between them into the missionary position and got ready for action. The time had come.

She helped guide him into position between her legs with her hands, and felt the head of his throbbing cock as she put it just inside the outer lips of her young, nubile pussy. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and said goodbye to being a girl. With a grunt, he pushed hard and went inside her with one stroke. She had lost her hymen years earlier to a tampon so it didn't hurt when he entered her, at least not like all the girls made it out to be. She remembered letting out a gasp at the sensation of fullness that suddenly filled her as she felt the tight walls of her pussy clinging to his condom-covered cock. Slowly, his hips began to move and she felt the hot, slick tool start to slide in and out of her wet, warm folds. But the joy of that "first time" was fleeting. His gentle first few strokes felt GREAT, but he suddenly increased his tempo and pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. (Funny, for him there wasn't)! She wasn't ready for such rough treatment yet, but he was going to come, and this was about HIM, not her! It had only been MAYBE 30 seconds of fucking and he was now done. She remembers feeling the pulses of his cock as he came. Powerful contractions that shuddered through his whole body. His face was contorted (In a funny way, he looked like he was in acute pain). She wondered if the condom was strong enough to capture the explosion of his white, sticky man-juice (it did). "That's it? she thought, "that's what all the hype is about?" For her, she had hardly even started to get warmed up before it was over! And it WAS over. Once he came, he had simply rolled over, taken another slug of beer, and gone to sleep. He got his, and she was left to fend for herself and her own needs. It was a lesson she would learn many times over the ensuing years.

She had dressed quietly while he laid there sleeping off their great night of "romance." Her first impression? "What's the big deal? It felt OK, but I've gotten off better doing it myself." She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, out of the party, and back to her house. She never saw that boy again.and left on her trip the next day.a woman!

The plane had landed safely and she walked toward the exit and saw her best girlfriend who was at the curb to pick her up. "What a difference the years can make" she thought, as she climbed into the passenger seat. As they drove home, weekend traffic was crawling down the road. Accident somewhere up ahead was stalling traffic. It would take forever to get home at this pace. Her friend noticed her leaning her head back against the headrest, her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face. Peaceful.happy. She held her rose in her hand, and sniffed it occasionally.

"So.," her friend started the leading question, ."YOU seem to be in a good mood and not letting all this traffic get to you! What's your secret? And who gave you the rose?"

Her smile got even bigger. "Mmmmm, I am in a good mood!" she hummed without opening her eyes, taking another big whiff of her rose. Her friend, of course, knew what THAT meant.she had met a guy!

"OK! We're stuck in traffic going nowhere fast. Tell me ALL about him! And don't leave out a single detail! Who is he? What does he look like? Where did you meet him?"

A mischievous grin came across her face as she recounted the events of last night and early this morning. "Honey, I finally got my cabana boy!Except he was NO boy, he was ALL man!"

It was an inside joke. A few years earlier, they had taken a trip to the Caribbean with their now ex-spouses, and both had commented that it was such a waste to be in such a tropical paradise, with the sea breezes blowing, the rum flowing, the music playing, the water sparkling, and all that fine young cabana-boy man meat hotel staff walking around looking like they just walked out of GQ.and they were stuck with Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble. And to make things worse (or better depending on your perspective), their husbands went and played golf all day, leaving them alone around the pool to work on their tans. Little did their husbands know that they were checking out the butts, chests, six packs, and "packages" of almost every man they saw, making comparisons, noting which ones were "do"able or not. She wondered now if her ex-husband ever suspected that, later while they were making love, she was fantasizing the whole time about some hot, sweaty, faceless, nameless cabana boy being between her legs and igniting what little passion she could still muster with that poor excuse for a man. . Ever since that trip and after their divorces, the two friends had always joked about going back to the tropics and getting their cabana boy.

The announcement that she had gotten a cabana boy, and she wasn't in the tropics, triggered an immediate response from her friend. Traffic was jammed, which was good. More time to hear the story, but she pulled into the right hand lane anyway so she could drive slower in case traffic picked up. She turned off the radio and prepared to hear the story of how her friend went back home for a high school reunion.and came back with a rose, that freshly fucked look, and announces she met her cabana boy.

"TELL ME! TELL ME EVERYTHING, YOU LITTLE SLUT!"

She felt a little slutty, but she didn't care. She thought back to the boy under the bridge who had spread rumors about her. And how it took her four more years, until graduation night, until she had finally gone all the way. She KNEW that other girls were putting out all through school, and yet SHE was the slut! Well, if that's what they call meeting a fantasy man and taking mutual advantage of on opportunity to have the best time of your life, so be it.

'Fuck them!" she thought, "The hypocritical little bitches!" She had gone a little wild after school. While everyone was looking for Mr. Right and saving themselves for marriage (or so they said), she didn't let her single status stop her from enjoying lusty interludes from time to time. She was human. She got horny. She liked sex. She liked the feel of a throbbing hard cock satisfying her passions. Over time, she had learned that she liked the taste of cock and giving blowjobs, the feel of a man's hardness in her hands and mouth, feeling his growing lust, and finally the explosion of his salty, sticky liquid, either in her pussy or deep in her throat, igniting her own desires. She loved laying there spent, completely exhausted, and dripping with sweat next to a man in a similar condition and knowing, with pride, that SHE was good in bed! And Mr. Right never came along.Mr. Lousy Lay did.

The period of her marriage flashed through her mind. They were drunk but she managed to insist over his objections that he wear a rubber. She found an old one in a drawer. The rubber broke, she got pregnant, and had married the guy because it was "the right thing to do." What a crock! He looked like OK guy, but how did she know he was lousy in bed until she tried it. Then she had gotten STUCK with him! They tried to make it work, and for a while it did. He traveled a lot with his job which meant she didn't have to fuck him that often. He was a good provider and she was the dutiful wife and mother. On those days and nights when he was gone, she would lay in bed with her favorite toys or just her fingers, dream of her cabana-boys, and take care of herself. But after a while, the grass was DEFINITELY looking greener on the other side, and she realized that she was miserable, all because it was "the right thing to do"; not according to HER but to everyone else. She finally reached her breaking point, so she left. They were able to work out an amicable parting, and she was now free once again to choose her own path and live her own life her way, not by what society says is the right thing to do. She had dated a few guys since then, but nothing really sparked. She was glad to be on her own, but she still had lonely nights as well.

So when she went back home for the reunion, and saw HIM, she knew where he would be before the night was over.in bed with her. It had been too long since she had been with someone, and she was hungry. When she saw him, she had found her prey.

"I met him at the reunion." she started, "He wasn't from our class though. He worked in the club at the hotel where we were holding the reunion. He was the dance instructor! He had been hired to teach the people at the reunion how to do some line dances. Guess what they were?"

"I don't know.?

"The Tush Push and The Booty Call! Two dances that you and I do every night at the club! But girl, those dances described this man.he had the tightest little ass to teach that dance that I have ever SEEN! Umm mmmm!" she replied.

"Nice butt, huh?"

"NICE butt! And chest, and eyes, and hair, and bulge!"

"So what did he look like?"

"Oh honey, he was FINE! He was about my height, maybe a little shorter, dark brown hair, nice tan, nice build, not too muscular and not too fat. But he had the most gorgeous blue eyes you could just swim in! And a smile that gave you just a hint of the bad boy inside him." "He was dressed in black jeans that showed off that nice butt in the back, and a nice package in the front. He also had on a black silk T-shirt, silver and black belt, and a black sportcoat. He was MADE for sin and he could MOVE! He could shake that thang and wiggle that butt and I caught myself just watching him dance. He's probably done those same steps millions of times, but he still looked like he was having a blast doing it."

"As soon as I saw him, and he saw me, we knew. We just knew that we were going to end up together. His eyes looked at me and I could feel him mentally undressing me. And I did the same thing to him. He was about to start the lesson, so I pretended I didn't know these dances and got our on the floor behind him. I just wanted to see that butt MOVE!"

"What were you wearing"

"I had worn that little black miniskirt with the white polka dots and matching backless top. Do you remember that one? It was SO hot back home, I wanted to feel cool and comfortable. But this guy was making me even HOTTER! Besides, I expected most of those girls from my class to be married, have three kids, and have gained 80 pounds sitting at home on their asses eating Bon Bons. And since I still look DAMN GOOD for my age, I decided to flaunt it a little. See how they like me now!"

"Then what?"

"So there we were on the dance floor with him leading the class and about 40 people trying to learn this dance. He stepped through the footwork step by step, and most people tried to pick up most of them. But when he did the hip rolls and grinds on the Booty Call, I about DIED! He shook that thang like a Chippendale dancer! I got wet just watching him. Of course, I was thinking about what it would feel like to have him do that with his hard cock deep inside me too! I'm getting wet again just thinking about it!"

"I'm getting wet just from HEARING about it!" They both laughed.

"So he was teaching all these people with NO rhythm and who hadn't been out in a club in years to dance. It was so funny. But because you and I dance all the time, I was shakin my moneymaker right back at him. God, when he looked at me, our eyes locked and I just ground it out even harder. It's like we were fucking right there on the dance floor!"

"I was getting soaking wet at this point. I hadn't worn any underwear, as usual, and my nipples were hard and the material of my blouse was rubbing them and keeping them stiff. They were pointing right at him, but I guess he couldn't see that very well with the polka dot pattern on my blouse. But under my skirt, I was getting wetter but he minute. I thought for a minute it would start dripping down my leg!" she said, laughing.

"When it came time to do the Tush Push, I think he was teasing me now. He would do little things that weren't the basic step, little wiggles and thrusts, that were meant for me, I know it! But I surprised him I think. I was wiggling and thrusting right back at him! This must be what animals do before they mate, with the displays and rituals. "

Her girlfriend was mesmerized by her story. "Then what happened?"

"After the dance lesson, they stopped dancing for some stupid awards and speeches. Which really wasn't too bad because he came up and stood behind me while they were going on. I could FEEL him behind me, I could smell his cologne. Damn, he smelled good too! Occasionally, he would brush up against me as someone passed behind him and he moved to get out of their way. One time, his hand was down at his side as he turned to look around, and it hit my bare leg just below my miniskirt. He quickly pulled it back and said he was sorry. I wasn't. I almost wished he had just reached up under there and started fingering me, right in front of everybody! So I gave him a hint. Whenever he would lean forward, I would push my ass backwards toward him! A couple times, I came in contact with his crotch, and could feel a nice bulge growing inside those jeans. He would each up and brace me with his hands on my waist, thinking I was slipping or something. He kept playing the nice guy role, even though he knew we were going to hook up later. When I would bump into him, he would back away. Finally, I saw a chance to shake him up a little. He had his hand at his side again, so I started to back into his crotch, but this time, when I saw his hand come up to catch me, I hiked up the back of my miniskirt a little and turned my butt into his hand, so what he "caught" was a full bare butt cheek! At the same time, I reached back with my left hand and gave that package a nice big squeeze through his jeans."

"You are such a tease.!"

"I know," she said laughing, " but I can't help it!"

"Then what?"

"Well the music started up again, a slow song, and he asked me to dance. This is where it really got hot .and fun! When he put his arms around me.and pulled me in close.it was like we were two pieces of the same puzzle. We "fit" very well together. I could feel his excitement rubbing against my leg. I guess he could feel my nipples poking into his chest. And we moved together really well. He was a great leader, and we put everyone else to shame. TO SHAME! It was vertical foreplay at it's finest.

"So what did you talk about when you were dancing? Where does he work? How much money does he make? What's his name?" her friend asked.

"You know what, I honestly don't know. And I didn't care. I remember the DJ announcing his name at the beginning of the class, but I had not paid any attention to it. We never really talked out loud that much. We were too busy seducing each other with body language, and we seemed to communicate subconsciously, without words.

"You didn't even get his NAME?!"

"His name, my name. It just wasn't important then. Even now, it adds to the memory and mystery of the whole thing."

"OK, so then what?"

"While we're dancing, he pulls me in close and tight, and moves his head to the side so that his mouth is next to my ear, like he's going to whisper something to me. Instead, he just lets out a long, slow, warm breath that goes into my ear and down my neck. His breath may have been warm but it sent shivers of ecstasy running down me. Then he started nibbling, ever so slightly on my neck. I could feel the slight scratch of his whiskers on my skin when he did. It was driving me NUTS! I thought I was going to come right there on the floor! I was dripping wet and ready to jump his bones right there and he looked like he was just getting started! Just as the dance ended, he let his arm around my waist fall slightly, and gave my butt a squeeze as we started to leave the floor. When he did that, one of his legs was between mine and I remember feeling his leg against my crotch as he pulled me in. When he looked down, he saw the wet spot I left on his jeans, looked back at me and I just had a look on my face that said "Yeah, a wet spot! I did it! I'm horny! Deal with it!" As we were leaving the floor, I looked back over my shoulder at him and gave him a reassuring smile, as if to say "Good boy. You're learning. Yes! Do that!" I think he got the hint!"

"So then we got a drink and sat down. I sat next to him, with both of us facing the dance floor. There was another couple with their backs to the floor that were looking at the yearbook and she was explaining who everyone was to her husband. We watched the other people TRY to dance for a while, and we both seemed to notice and laugh at the same things. At one point, a couple fell right in front of our table. It shocked us both, so I took that opportunity to reach over and grab his leg, like it was a spontaneous reaction. I could feel his hard thigh muscles through the denim. He didn't react to my gesture, other than to look at me and smile, so I must've fooled him."

"But I kept my hand there. Then he put his hand on mine, and we started holding hands. Do you remember in grade school how just holding a boys hand was so daring and wild? It really felt good. I haven't held a man's hand in a long time. Without looking, he started to rub my hand, giving me a hand massage. It felt really good, but I wish he had been rubbing something else!" she laughed.

"I could tell when we were dancing and the way he moved his hands and arms that this guy was a very tactile and sensitive guy who liked to touch a woman.and definitely knew how to do it. Where he learned it. and who he learned it with. and how many.didn't matter to me because I was the one getting the benefit at the time, so I didn't ask or care WHERE he had learned how to do that! On the surface, we looked like two people sitting there watching people dance. But under the table, he's rubbing my hand. And underneath my hand is my miniskirt, and under my miniskirt is my hot wet pussy, and under my hot wet pussy is the chair, which is soaking up the juice and leaving a huge wet spot!

They both chuckled.

"Well, I couldn't stand it anymore. Plus.I had to pee. So I excused myself and went to the ladies room. After I peed, I had to have some relief."

"You didn't.!"

"Yes I did! I started to play with myself and came in about 5 seconds! I didn't even care if there was anyone else in the bathroom either that heard me. I couldn't stand it! So afterwards, I freshened up and went back out to the table, as if nothing had happened.

"When I got back to the table, I saw that he had gone up to the buffet table while I was "relieving" myself and came back with a whole plate of all kinds of foods. I started to go get some, thinking that he had gotten his just for him, but he told me he had gotten this for both of us. So I sat back down."

"Very smooth!"

"Very! Anyway, he starts feeding me! It was almost as erotic as that refrigerator scene from 9 1/2 Weeks! He picked up a succulent strawberry and dipped it in brown sugar. When I bit into it, juice started running down my chin and he wiped it away with a napkin. He had gotten some of those crisp, mini carrots and so I took one and started sucking on it like it was a mini-cock, all the while looking him dead in the eye! He flinched a little when I bit into it, and it made that snapping sound. But he got me back with the deviled egg. He took one and held it up so that it looked kind of like a pussy, and then started to lick out the filling. He would scoop it out with his tongue, very slowly, and letting it linger there before pulling it into his mouth. I just imagined him doing that to ME with his tongue, and I started to get wet all over again. Then he picked up another strawberry, this time dipping it in this luscious warm chocolate sauce that was to DIE for! Then, instead of feeding it directly to me, he holds it up high. As I look up, it's dangling over my mouth, so I get his game and tilt my head back so he can lower it into my mouth. But he just holds it there for a minute, letting the chocolate sauce dripping off of it fall toward my face. I caught most of it but some of it hit my face. It was SO erotic. It was like those facial cum shots you see in porno movies where the guy shoots all over the woman's face."

"That's disgusting!" said her friend.

"Whatever! To each his own I say!" I've never let a man DO that, but I think it looks kind of cool in the movies. But you're getting me off track. ANYWAY, he finally lowers the berry down and I take the whole thing in my mouth and roll it around like it's one of his big balls! He seems to be loving that. We looked down and one drip of chocolate had fallen on my chest, right between my tits, where my cleavage should be. He saw it too and just bent down and licked it right off me. I thought I was going to come again right there!

"Weren't you embarrassed or afraid someone would see you doing all this stuff?"

"Hell no! Why should I be? I hardly know all these people.they think I'm a slut anyway.I'll probably never see them again.at least not for 10 more years. So who cares? What was funny was that we had been oblivious to the other couple at the table, but when we looked over at them, they were staring at us with their jaws.wide.open! When we looked at them, they quickly looked away, embarrassed. About 30 seconds later they excused themselves, and we watched them. But they LEFT! They left the ballroom and the reunion and headed for the elevators. I guess they had "something to take care of." It was SO FUNNY! He and I both looked at each other with that "I know what THEY'RE going to do!" look and busted out laughing. "

'That IS funny! So what did you two do next?"

"Well, we looked around and saw that the party was sorta winding down. I hardly knew any of these snobs anyway, and I had my hot cabana man looking at me, so.WE LEFT TOO!"

"NO WAY!"

"YEP! Sure did! I grabbed him by the hand and we walked to the elevator, got on, and headed for my room!"

"You're kidding!"

"Girl, if you had been there, and been as horny as I was, you would have done the same damn thing!"

"Maybe so. So now what?"

"Well, when the elevator doors shut, I reached over, took his face in my hands, and laid a huge, wet, sloppy kiss all over him. At that point, I wished my room had been on a higher floor, because I had to stop kissing him to get off the elevator!"

"So was he a good kisser?"

"DUH! He had my knees so weak I felt like I was melting! Lips as soft as a baby's bottom and just the right amount of tongue and suction. DAMN he was good! But with all the other qualities he had, I didn't expect him to be anything BUT a great kisser."

"I'm SO jealous! And SO wet! I wonder who I can call to come over tonight and be MY cabana boy?"

"I know. But this ain't NOTHIN yet! So we walk as fast as we can down the hall to my room. By this time, I'm so hot, horny, and bothered I'm fumbling with the key, and I drop it. So I bend over to pick it up, and I make sure that when I do, I'm facing him and keep my legs straight so that my mini skirt rides up and gives him a nice flash of what he's gonna get.right there in the hall!"

"You are SO bad! I love it!"

So I pick up the key and we get inside and barely get the door shut and we're all over each other. He grabs me and pulls me to him and starts kissing me again.deep, passionate kisses. His hands are roaming all over my body, up under my skirt, grabbing my ass, and I'm grabbing his. It was just a frenzy! We stopped long enough to realize that we were both really sweaty and stinky, and so we both looked at the bathroom like some unspoken signal.SHOWER! So he slips off his shoes and socks and starts to take off his coat and T-shirt. And I'm just enjoying the view! His nice hairy chest, big arms, nice flat tummy, and nice pecs all came into view. This man works out! I sat on the bed to take off my shoes, then stood up and turned around and he quickly untied the single strap holding my top on and I slid it off, giving him his first look at my boobies. Now this is where most guys get that disappointed look on their face when they see my cups don't runneth over.but not this guy. He saw BEYOND my boobs. He had a look on his face like he was appreciating a fine piece of art. It made me feel good. His look of appreciation and his slight smile told me I was in for a GOOD time! Woo Hoo! So I walked over to him and stared him straight in the eyes while I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. Then I ran my hands, starting at his tummy, around his waist to his butt, and then helped him slide out of those tight fittin jeans. He had on some really nice boxer briefs that highlighted that FINE butt and were straining in the front to keep that big boy in! They also showed those big, muscular legs that I felt earlier. We stepped back from each other, once piece of clothing away from total nakedness, and were almost daring each other to a game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Finally, I said "Fuck it!" and slid off my skirt. I was buck naked now! I remember thinking "Thank God I shaved before I went to the reunion" because now his eyes were looking me over. I caught his gaze going down and stopping at OP and I'm glad she had a well tended garden."

"OP?"

"My tattoo! Of the Octopus! Remember? Remember when we were in the Caribbean with the dorks and it was raining so we couldn't watch the cabana boys so we wanted to do something wild and crazy? And you and I went to the tattoo parlor? And I got the blue octopus tattoo right above my pussy?"

"Yeah, I remember that! You joked that tattoos were supposed to hurt but because of all the vibrations getting it, you were all turned on! But where did OP come from?"

"Well, he saw what it was.and where it was. and called it Octopussy, like the James Bond movie. So it's now OP for short. Actually OP refers to my pussy more than the tattoo, but it was our code word for my pussy! And since the tattoo is near my pubic hair, that's OP's garden, like the Beatles song. You know. "I'd like to be.under the sea.in an Octopus' Garden.in the shade" So I was glad that I had tended my garden before I went to the reunion."

"Gotcha!"

" So me and OP are standing there waiting for him to show us the beef, but he turns around (said he was shy) and peels those drawers down over those tight, tanned buns. Almost like a stripper does.slowly.just to tease you, y'know? Then he turns around. and I finally get to see his nice cock! Not too big and not too small. Now I know women say they like a man with a huge dick, but I don't. I've had my share of those horse dongs and the problem is that the guys who own them think that because they are SO WELL HUNG, that they don't have to know anything else or do anything else other than just pound away and they think you'll come in an instant once you've been stuffed with their big cock. Sorry, doesn't work that way for me. The stuffed feeling does have it's advantages, but I'd rather be with a smaller man who knows what he's doing and how to wield that sword with some skill! He had a nice sword, and I had NO DOUBT he had the skills to wield it."

"So we headed for the shower and let the hot steamy water splash all over us. He soaped me up first, getting up a big head of lather in his hands, the starting with my shoulders and slowly working his hands down my arms. Then he went back up to my shoulders and went down my chest and stomach. Watching him was like watching a little kid play with finger paints. He had this LOOK on his face that was SO ADORABLE, like he was SO excited, and SO fascinated by my body.even though I'm sure he gets as many women as he wants. But right then, he wanted ME, and that was FINE with me! He starts playing with my tits, rolling the nipples in his fingers, putting soap bubbles on them and then washing it off. Finally, he bends down and takes first the left, and then the right one in his mouth and starts sucking them. Now, you know how sensitive my nipples are, so you can guess that it only took about 30 seconds of sucking on his part and I came again."

"You CAME?! AGAIN?"

"Yes! I can orgasm just from having my nipples sucked! I've told you that before! Don't you remember? And it was the second because I masturbated in the bathroom down in the bar."

"Oh yeah.

"So he starts to wash me off and he gets a BIG handful of suds and turns me around, so that I'm facing the showerhead, my back to his. He moves the showerhead to one side, so the water is now hitting the side of the stall. He bends me forward so that I can brace my arms against the front of the shower. Bending over like that creates a nice table effect with my back and butt, which is where he deposits his handfuls of soap suds. He then starts to smear them over my back and butt. God he has great hands. He's teasing me at this point. He knows I want him to touch my pussy. He SHOULD know I want to fuck his brains out. But he's teasing me in his slow, sweet fucking time! He continues to soap up my legs and calves, making sure I am clean. FINALLY, there is nothing else left to clean except OP, so he gets even more soap and starts moving a slow, soapy hand down the crack of my ass and starts to rub her, making sure everything is clean on the outside. Then, of course, he has to make sure that she's clean on the inside, so he slides his soapy finger inside me! I damn near came again! Then he puts two fingers in there and starts working them in and out. I am about to DIE with pleasure at this point! I want him inside me SO bad! But NO! He just keeps working those fingers in and out. Then.the sneaky little bastard buries a third finger, but not up my pussy. ."

"Up your ass?!"

"Yep! That sneaky little shit! I'm so relaxed at wet at this point that his third finger just slides right in my butt. It hurt a little at first, and I thought it was kind of gross too, but it felt really different and he went slowly and gently so that he wouldn't hurt me. The neatest thing was feeling his two fingers in my pussy AND one in my ass at the same time, and feeling them rub against each other on the inside, through that thin skin that separates the two. "In fucking credible!""

"I decided I was clean enough and my legs were shaking from holding that position. He still needed to be cleaned up, so it was payback time. I lathered up my hands and started soaping up his chest, his arms, and his stomach. I turned him around and soaped up his back and shoulders too, watching the little river of soap suds trickle down the crack of his ass. I couldn't resist, so I reached back and gave him a big SMACK on his ass! It was loud too! He jumped at the shock, then just turned his head and smiled a little. Then I started working my soapy hands over his butt, and up and down the crack to make sure he was squeaky clean. Then I squatted down so that his ass was right in front of my face.and bit it!"

"You bit his ass?"

"I couldn't help it! It looked SO tender and juicy, like a peach! But he didn't seem to mind because right after I bit it, her turned around to say something, but before he could, I grabbed that wet shiny clean cock that was in my face and stuffed it down my throat! Whatever complaint he had didn't make it out of his mouth after that. I picked up the bar of soap from the floor of the shower and held his dick in my mouth while I soaped up my hands again. This time, I washed his legs, all the while giving him a hands free blow job. He tasted really good too. His cock was hot but the water was cool, making a neat contrast. It fit perfectly in my mouth and I could take it all, which he liked. I kept feeling his balls hitting me in the chin sometimes, so I had to reach out and grab them and hold on to them to stop that. At one point, I really wanted to see how far I could get his dick down my throat, so I reached around and grabbed that ass and pulled him into me. I damn near choked on it, but I got the whole thing down until his pubic hair was tickling my nose. Then I got his ass back.literally! While I had his cock all the way down my throat, I stuck my own soapy finger up HIS ass! He jumped a little at the intrusion, which almost choked me! It felt a lot like sticking your finger in a pussy but I swear his cock seemed to get grow another inch longer when I did it! I could feel his cock getting even bigger in my mouth! Then I pulled my finger out of his ass and at the same time slowly backed my mouth off his dick. They both popped out at the same time. I deep throated him a few more times but I had to stand up, my knees were hurting from squatting that long."

"We finished rinsing off and moved to the bed for the main event. God, I couldn't wait to feel that cock inside me! I turned on the radio to a smooth jazz station for some music and lit the jasmine scented candles I had brought with me and we laid down on the bed. We started kissing again for a LONG time. God, I just wanted to INHALE him! He laid me down on my back and took both my hands in his, interlocked our fingers and spread my arms above my head, pinning me to the bed. He held them there while he started kissing me all over. He knew ALL the spots to hit too! My neck.me breasts, even my belly button! He lingered on my nipples for a long time, driving me CRAZY! He knew just how to suck them, and lick them, and bite them! Oooohh! I loved it! I was just about to come from that when he let go of my hands and headed south. I was on FIRE for him to finally get down there! But was it worth the wait!"

"Good huh?"

"Does good describe Tiger Woods?! This guy was IN.CREDIBLE! Now, lots of guys will go down on a woman, and some are even pretty good at it. But it seems like every man I've ever been with who went down on me always seemed to be doing it as a pre-requisite before we started fucking. This guy.ate pussy for the sheer pleasure it gave a women. I could tell. THIS guy was a pussy eating CONNOISSEUR! I'm laying there and he's slowly moving down my body, kissing me all the way.devouring me. He slides between my legs, which forces them wider and wider. He sticks his tongue down in my belly button, then drags his tongue down my stomach as he works his way down to my tattoo. He took just the point of that devilish tongue of his, the one that was eating the deviled eggs earlier, kind of appropriate huh? and started outlining the tattoo. I could barely feel his tongue touching my skin, but I could feel the cool trace of saliva he left afterwards. Then he followed the last tentacle, the one that winds down toward my crotch. He flattened out his tongue against my skin this time and ran it alongside my bush where I had shaved it. He said he was checking for stubble. So this warm, wet tongue is slowly moving up and down each side of my little landing strip, and into the crease where my legs join my hips. I was DRENCHING the sheets in anticipation of him finally getting to my pussy, but he didn't seem to be in a rush to get there. At one point, he put is face about an inch from my pussy and I thought "This is it. LICK ME!" but he didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he was smelling the fine bouquet of a bottle of wine. He didn't need to get that close, though, because I could smell the musky, heady aroma we were putting off.well.I was putting off mostly. It was mixing with the jasmine from the candles to make the room smell of sweet, sinful, sex. He would bring his mouth down to about half and inch away from my clit, and then just breath heavily. The hot breath drove me crazy! He had done a lot of licking and blowing and getting me all worked up so that I was practically BEGGING him to eat me! He had licked and kissed all around the target, and then, FINALLY, all of the sudden, like a big dog, he just plants a HUGE lick all the way up and down the entire length of my pussy. I ABOUT DIED! He did this a couple more times, full, slow, wet licks up the entire length. It shocked me at first but it felt SO good. Now I was getting rather frustrated, wanting him to hurry up and get INSIDE, but he was working me over like he was slow cooking barbeque on the grill. He was basting the outside with his tongue, and I was steaming on the inside!"

They both laughed.

"Then he finally started to focus more on OP herself. A song with a really tribal beat came on the radio. It had a pretty fast pace too. And his tongue starts flicking at the same pace as the song. He's barely touching me with the tip of his tongue, flicking OP's lips with his tongue in time with the music. He must have known this song, because all of the sudden the drums roll and then STOP, and he stops too! When the drums start again, they're beating faster, and he's working the tip of that tongue up and down the slit of my lips in the same rhythm, gently moving in, prying them open. When the music stops again, he has his tongue deep inside me.and stops again too! GOD is was erotic! He's just laying there with his head buried between my legs and his tongue buried deep inside me, not moving at all. Nothing was happening.he hadn't even really touched my clit, but I came anyway! For the third time! So he's laying there, feeling my pussy contract and come all over his tongue, and waiting for it to subside.then he starts again. Thank God he's licking me on the inside now. He starts nibbling and sucking on my inner lips, pulling them into his mouth and the letting them go. Then he sticks his tongue out in that hard point, and starts fucking me with it! When he does, his nose starts hitting my clit and I almost jump off the bed. The first couple of times he goes kind of fast, then the song changes to a slow one and he pulls his tongue out and puts it back in slowly, VERY slowly. I can feel each millimeter as it slides inside. All this time, he really hasn't focused on my clit. He's been hitting it accidentally. Now, with most of the men I've been with.and you know this too.they don't know WHERE it is.how to find it.what to DO with it.ya know? But I KNOW this guy knows women's bodies, so I just have to assume that he's got a plan to get there eventually. But hell, I've already come three times at this point, so he's not doing too bad! And he'd been down there for at least an HOUR! Can you believe it? AN HOUR! He took his damn time and savored every inch of me. It was heaven! All I had to do was lay there and take it.and take it.and take it!

They both laughed again." Sounds like he knows what he's doing to me, well to YOU!"

"Oh he did! He went back to tongue fucking me for a few more minutes. Actually, he changed his tongue to make it flatten out, and I think he was actually lapping up all the juices in there. He was making all kinds of happy, slurping noises like he was finishing off a bowl of soup.which is what I felt like down there. HOT SOUP! GOD, I have NEVER been so wet, for so long, in my LIFE! I remember he stuck his tongue deep inside me, and pulled his head back, and you could see the strands of sticky fluid from me to his face, like cheese on a good pizza. He smiled and dove back in for more. This time on the way out, he lifted up his head so that his tongue followed the contours of my pussy as it came out. When he did this, he finally dragged that tongue over my clit. Then he reversed direction and dragged it back over my clit again. Now he was cookin! Now he zeroed in for the kill.

He put his mouth over my clit and started to suck it .really gently. Not like most guys who just lick anywhere, hoping to hit something. He knew where it was, and how to treat her nice. He would pull my lips and clit into his mouth like he had just sucked a grape into his mouth. Then he'd let it go, then lick it, then suck it in, release, then lick it. Then he took that hard pointy tip of his tongue and ran it up the lips and under my clit, and trapped my clit between his teeth and his hard tongue. Then he started to move his tongue on the underside of my clit, pressing it even harder against his teeth."

"Let me guess, you came again?"

"Almost! But he stopped before I did. But THEN.he did something nobody else has ever done. Well, he'd already been doing things nobody had ever done, but this felt incredible! He opened me up so that my clit was fully exposed. Then he sucked my clit and the hood into his mouth and somehow continued to hold it in there with suction.while he flicked my clit with his tongue. I almost couldn't stand the direct stimulation but he knew just how to change his pressure and tempo to keep me in ecstasy rather than pain. He also was able to keep the suction going and run the bottom side of his tongue over my clit and hood. Unbelievable! I could feel number four on the way. I guess he could too because, without missing a lick, he pushed two fingers up inside me. He didn't really fuck me with them, more of like just held them there, but I could feel number four building, and as it did, OP clamped down harder and harder on his fingers. He started to flick that tongue harder and faster against my clit and the waves of ecstasy were building and crashing all over me. Number four was the biggest one yet. It literally lifted me off the bed, I was bucking all over the place and yet he was able to hang on and keep his face and tongue firmly planted on my pussy! Ride em, cowboy! Woo Hoo! God I thought I'd drowned the man! I thought he would stop after that, but he didn't. Now he started to move his fingers inside me. He said he could feel my G-spot and I think he found it because he started rubbing this one area up inside me that felt REALLY good. All the while, he's still licking my clit too. So I'm squirming all over the place trying to get away from that tongue! But I can't. I really don't want to, it's just that the pleasure was SO intense, I didn't think I could stand it! So he starts rubbing this spot inside me and at first it makes me feel like I have to pee, but as he kept rubbing, that feeling went away. But he kept rubbing and rubbing, and licking and licking and all of the sudden, I EXPLODED all over him! But this was more than my FIFTH orgasm. He made me CUM! I mean really cum, ejaculating.like a man.because my pussy started squirting out this fluid!

"Are you kidding me?"

"NO! I've heard about women in porno movies doing it but I've never heard of it in real life."

"Are you sure you weren't just very wet? God, I am. just from hearing your story!"

"I know, I'm wet again too, but NO, this was totally different. At first I thought I had peed on him, there was THAT much fluid and the consistency was different.not like pee and not like my own wetness. It didn't smell like pee, and apparently he knew it wasn't pee because he didn't get grossed out by it. But it SOAKED the bed! It was the most intense thing I've ever felt! After that, I was laying there, in this huge wet spot, and couldn't move! I was exhausted and we hadn't even fucked yet!"

"So what did you do?"

"I didn't have to do anything. He was so sweet. He gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom and gets me a drink of water. He also brings back my bottle of baby oil that I use to take my makeup off with. I'm thinking "NOW what does he have in mind?" but at this point, he could do just about ANYTHING he wanted and I wouldn't mind. So he rolls me over to a dry spot on the bed, and I'm on my stomach now. I'm thinking at first that he's going to try and fuck me up the ass, and use the oil to grease it up. But he climbs on top of me and pours the oil on my back and starts to give me an incredible massage."

"NO WAY!"

"YES! And he was GOOD at it too! He worked out all the little kinks in my neck and back. He poured the oil all over me, and then rubbed it in with his hands, but a couple of times slid his whole body up and down mine. He rubbed my feet, my butt, and my legs too. This guys unbelievable! I mean, he's already been eating me out and making me come five times in one hour, and we're having this wild, hot, sweaty, jungle-fucking, animalistic time, and then he switches course and starts doing this romantic full body massage. I wanted to marry this guy right there! He had incredible hands, to go with that incredible tongue, which went with that great butt, and those killer eyes. This guy was a dream."

"Does he have a brother?" The both started laughing at her friend's joke.

"Don't know. But my initial thoughts did pan out after a while. He took lots of oil and dribbled it on my butt and let it trickle down the crack. He started massaging my butt and would let his hands "slip" occasionally and his oily fingers would slide easily into my pussy. A couple of times, he also slipped a finger into the back door, but it felt good, and he told me that if he did anything I wasn't comfortable with, just tell him to stop and he would. I believed that he would too. And he was really careful not to put a finger that had been in my butt into my pussy. I've heard you can get serious infections that way. And he never really fucked me in the ass, and I don't know if I wanted him to, but I did let him play with my ass and stick some fingers up there, and that was OK. Actually, I've never really had someone play with my ass, but it felt really good!"

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Not really. I was VERY relaxed, and when he first started playing back there, he stayed on the outside. He started massaging me and loosening things up. When he tried to go in the first few times with his finger, I would clamp down and tighten up, but he would just keep massaging and I would relax again. Then he slowly slid his finger in, stopping just after it went in for me to get used to the feeling and see if I wanted to go on. It felt weird at first, but not uncomfortable, so I told him it was OK. So he slid his finger in a little deeper, and stopped. He kept doing this until his finger was all the way in. Then he started to slowly pull it out, doing the same thing.asking me if I was OK. It took a while for me to relax and open up enough to let him finger fuck me, y;know actually going in and out, but once he did, it wasn't bad. Now, I don't see how those porno actresses can take those huge cocks and get ass fucked THAT hard and not feel it! I guess they build up to it. But I can see how fingers or a smaller cock might not feel too bad up there.

"Jury's still out for me. I don't know if I want some guy messing with me back there"

"Well, that's your choice. For me it was a nice experience but, no pun intended, I wanted to move on. I had recovered from all my orgasms and gotten my second wind so he went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and came back to bed. Now it was MY turn! I could hardly move.but I wanted to give back as good as I'd been getting. So I had him lay down on the bed and propped his head up on all the pillows. I climbed on top of him, straddling him and bent down and kissed him. My hair fell down around us and tickled our faces as we kissed.and kissed.and kissed! I've never liked kissing that much, maybe because my ex was lousy at it, but I couldn't stop kissing this guy! I moved down to his neck and tasted the slightly salty taste of a light sweat. I licked his neck, his ears, and down to his chest. I sucked his nipples. First time I've ever done that to a man. I let my hair fall and tickle his chest and face as I moved farther down. I also used my nails to scratch.not hard.his chest and stomach. I worked my way down to that nice cock of his, which was at about three quarters erect now. He spread his legs wider to give me better access so I settled down between HIS legs to go to work. I held my head over his cock, letting my hair tickle it. It responded by growing a little harder. Then I took it in my right hand and felt it's heat, and pulse. I could feel the blood rushing through the veins. I gave it a gentle squeeze. With my other hand, I reached down to cup and fondle his balls. He had nice big balls, and I couldn't wait to drain every drop of cum out of them! I started giving him a slow, steady hand job, just keeping him warmed up. That practice on my boyfriend back in high school paid off nicely here! I looked up toward his face, and noticed he was watching my every move, with an appreciative smile. But his cock needed some lube, so I broke my eye contact with him and gently put the head in my mouth, while I still jerked the shaft with my hand. I tried to let as much spit and drool as I could muster dribble down his cock, and work it in with my hand. Now things are slipping and sliding pretty good. I get into a good rhythm with my mouth and hands, taking him in my mouth, and then as I pull it out of my mouth.wrapping it with my hand. When I went back down with my mouth, I'd lead with my hand and flatten it out against his stomach as my mouth took more and more. At one point, with his cock deep in my mouth, I looked up at him. He said he loved seeing that, the eye contact with his dick in my mouth. So I continued to suck and work his shaft with my mouth, staring him dead in the eye. It was pretty erotic for me too. Whew! I kept licking and sucking him, then moved his cock aside and kept stroking it with my hand while I licked and sucked his balls. I would suck each one in my mouth and roll it around like a big walnut. It made a popping sound when if came out of my mouth. I licked the skin between his balls and his asshole. A girlfriend told me that was a really sensitive area and apparently it is. Then I started doing these long licks up the entire length, from just above his asshole, along that sensitive skin, up through his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. When I got to the top of his cock, I put my mouth over it and went down on it as far as I could go, then took it out and backtracked the same way I came. His cock was rock hard after all of this, and I didn't want him to come before I got that thing inside me, so I got a condom off the nightstand, unwrapped it, and put it on top of his cock. Then I went down on him again, unrolling the condom onto his cock with my lips.getting it all nice and wet for action. So when the horse was ready to ride, I climbed on! He didn't seem to mind that I was on top, so I straddled him, lifted my hips up, held his cock steady, then slowly impaled myself on him. Going in, ever so slowly, it felt SO good.I thought I would pass out. When he was all the way in, I just sat there for a minute, motionless, squeezing his cock internally with my muscles. I reached behind me and played with his balls too. Then slowly, I lifted myself off that hard rod until just the tip was in, then sank it home again. I started building the pace, each time taking him in and out the full length. He put his hands on my hips to guide me and to hold me steady, but I was riding that pony good, until I got a cramp in the back of my leg! I had to stop and get off and he helped rub it until the knot let go. But then I climbed right back on, but this time, he held me down on top of him with his hands, not letting me go up and down. But he started rocking my hips back and forth, which rubbed my clit along his pubic bone. Here he was, had already made me come four times, and he's still trying to get ME off, again! It felt good but damn it, I wanted to FUCK! He started to sit up and at the same time wrapped his arm around my waist, holding us together while he flipped me on my back, missionary style. Now he started pounding into my hot wet pussy like nobody's business! Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast and hard. This guy knew how to fuck a woman! He might be fucking someone else right now just as good, but I don't care, because I had him then, and IT WAS GOOD! His cock was just the right size, not too big, not too thick. OP was hungry for that wiener and she ate it UP! This went on for a LONG time, and like a good dancer, would change his moves every so often. First my legs were on the bed with knees bent, then he put my legs on his shoulders, then he took them off his shoulder and turned me on my side with my legs scissored so that he's fucking me sideways, then he rolled me over all the way onto my stomach and was fucking me from behind while almost laying on top of me, then he grabbed me around the waist and rolled us both over so that I was on top again, lying on top of him as he fuck me from underneath. Then he pushed me up so that I was facing away from him and I was on top again and did a few squats on his cock, then he pushed me forward again and now we were into doggy style. I liked this position. It was a little bit hard for him, because I'm so tall, to get the right angle, but the feeling of his balls slapping into my pussy and clit was setting me up for another huge orgasm. A couple times while he was fucking me from behind he would snake that finger into my ass again or give me a hard slap on my butt, but at this point, I didn't care. I was getting the best fuck of my entire life from my dance instructor cabana boy whom I would never see again, so it just didn't matter! He could tell I was getting ready to come again and I could tell that he was getting ready to come too. His breathing was getting deeper, his pace was quickening, and he was slamming that cock home deep inside me with every stroke. He held onto my hips, driving that hard-on even deeper. When he did, drops of sweat popped off of both of us. We were drenched in sweat, cum, oil, and spit. I was moaning and groaning loud enough to hear through the walls, I'm sure, but I didn't care who heard us. We were two souls of pure lust and we didn't care! He must have felt my orgasm start, or I felt his, because we BOTH cried out "I'M COMING!" at the same time and exploded in pure pleasure all over each other. I was having massive contractions, trying to milk every drop of cum out of that gifted cock. I could feel his contractions too as that hard cock pulsed and twitched deep in me. I knew that each one of those pulses and twitches was shooting more and more hot cum out into that condom. It felt like he came about a gallon! We both let out one loud final gasp, which coincided with one last wave of luscious ecstasy, and collapsed onto the bed with him behind me, spooning me. If I'd had a heart attack and died right there, I would have died a happy woman."

"I think I would have too!"

"We laid there for probably 10 minutes, unable to move. We felt the ripples and spasms of our dying orgasms fade away. We felt the small contractions of strained muscles that come after a great workout. I felt his cock, that wonderful cock, going softer and softer inside me. I felt very mischievous all the sudden. He had given me SO much pleasure, I wanted to do something unique and memorable for him. So I pulled my hips forward to pull myself off his dick, then turned around to face him. I was laying next to him, propped up on one elbow, and reached out with my hand and slid the condom off his cock, using enough pressure make sure I scraped every drop into the rubber. He was watching me as I worked his cum down into the tip of the rubber and started playing with the condom a little. There was A LOT of cum too! I was watching him watch me, and I got this idea. I think I had seen it in a porno movie once, but I took the condom, tilted my head back, and turned it upside down, and let all that sweet cum drip into my mouth! A cum shooter!

"No way! You didn't!"

"I sure did! And more, I even rolled it around on my tongue, let a little spill out onto my lips, and blew bubbles with it. He watched me the whole time as I played with his cum, obviously enjoying the show. Finally, I swallowed it all with one big gulp! Now, YOU know that in all the years we've been friends, I've NEVER swallowed or let a man come in my mouth! I always thought that was TOO gross. And yet, here I was not only swallowing his cum, but PLAYING with it! Drinking it out of a rubber! I don't know what that man did to me, but I LIKE IT!

"Sounds like your cabana boy corrupted you"

"In all my life, in all my lousy lays, I have NEVER come during sex without doing it myself, now with this guy makes me come SIX TIMES.AND SQUIRT! I've never let a man play with my ass, and I let him stick his fingers up mine! I've never swallowed and now I'm DRINKING his cum like a Jello shot! I'd say this guy did a little corrupting. I wish I could have thanked him though."

"What do you mean?"

"We had been having sex for almost four hours! The sun was starting to come up and I still had my plane to catch today. I was exhausted! We got up long enough to take another quick, hot shower together to rinse off and we went to bed. I curled up in his arms and we fell asleep. Sometime after that, he must've got up and left. When I woke up, there was this single red rose on my pillow." She sniffed it again, closed her eyes, as if to relive each moment it signified.

"Oh, That's sweet! But don't you feel dirty or shameful knowing that he was only a one night stand and you'll never see him again? Aren't you mad that he just left? Aren't you jealous that he might be out giving some other woman her cabana boy fantasy?"

"Hell NO! Do you think HE's sitting around jealous that I might fuck somebody else? No! Listen honey. I don't like one night stands because it implies one person using the other, leading them on with lies and promises of a future just to get them in bed. And most of the guys who want one night stands aren't anyone I'd want to sleep with. This wasn't like that. This was a HOT man who understood our mutual consent to just FUCK! No strings, no commitments, no entanglements. We both knew the deal going in so we weren't using each other. Well, yes we were, but in a physical sense, not an emotional one. . We both knew this wasn't a "relationship." We both knew that we were horny, attracted to each other, available, and took advantage of the opportunity. What's the harm in that? Maybe some women have to be in a "relationship" or be married before they'll give up the goodies to a man. Been there, done that! You have too. And what did it get me? Stuck with a lousy lay! So no, I don't feel guilty.

"When I left town all those years back, I got laid THAT night too.badly! This time, when I left town, it was a whole different story! I'm still sore from all the fucking we did! I'll feel him in that respect for a few days. But look at us. Here we've been sitting in traffic for over an hour,.and I'm soaking wet and I bet you are too!"

"Yep"

"Why? Why are we not mad as hell with road rage right now? Because some man.500 miles away.fucked me SO WELL last night that just the story of how he did it. and the memories of it. are enough to get me wet all over again, and to get you wet too. Now if you tell a friend and I tell another friend, that's four women who will be wet and excited about what this man did. And if he does that to another women and sends her home, she'll be spreading the word too. So how can that be a bad thing?"

"Last night was like our trip to the Caribbean a few years back. It was paradise! It was romantic! It was sensual! But it was also an escape from reality! When we were on vacation, we had a great time. It was relaxing, invigorating, fun, and recharged us to go face our real world again. But you and I knew that we would eventually have to go back to our own lives and couldn't stay in paradise forever, and that right after we left, some other pair of dissastisfied housewives would be dumped a the pool by their husbands, they would be at the same pool in our deck chairs, drinking the same drinks, and playing who's "doable" just like we did. Are we jealous of them for sharing the same need we have to relax? No! We had our turn, so why begrudge them theirs? This guy was just like that. Being with him gave me THE most incredible sexual experience OF MY LIFE! Maybe I can go back home again and he'll give me another one. Maybe not. That's not the point. I know he didn't learn all those tricks and skills without practicing on SOMEBODY. But since I received the benefit of those skills and talents, why should I care who else he does it with as long as he does it as safely as he did with me? Hmmm? Think of it this way. If I could take him home and keep him in a cage all to myself to fuck all the time, that would be like trying to buy up that resort we stayed at so that only I could have the benefits of it. I had my time. Why not let other women enjoy that gift too? If they do, then maybe they'll know, like I do, what we've been missing.how good it CAN be.and that it's not OUR fault! Maybe, if more women fuck him and go back to their husbands and boyfriends and say "You're not doing me right!" maybe we can start getting more men to fuck us like we want to be fucked! Not this "Well, I've got a minute or two before halftime's over" crap! And if it takes angels like that man doing one night stands with frustrated women like me, then so be it!"

"Amen to that!"

She looked up toward the roof of the car, but actually was looking beyond into the sky. "So whoever you are, wherever you are.THANK YOU! Thank you for fucking the shit out of me! Thank you for fucking all those other women so that you learned all that stuff! Thank you for showing me a little piece of paradise! Thank you for making me come so much it hurts! Thank you for sharing a part of you with me.and Thank you for my rose. I'll always treasure it, and the memories we made together! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The car pulled up to curb and she got out and got her bag from the back seat. As she walked toward the door, her friend yelled out, facetiously, through the open passenger side window "Do you think they have dancing at the next reunion?"

She continued walking toward the door, but looked back with a big grin on her face, "I sure hope so!"