10 year reunion [M/F] | 2016

first story, it's long, but hopefully you guys like it.

In high school, Sarah was the kind of girl that flew under most guys radar. One of my best friends was dating Sarah's best friend (Samantha aka Sam), so she was always around and, being a very small school, we knew each other well enough and very often hung out. We were also both in 4H, so we saw each other a lot in that context. She showed almost no interest in me, at least none that I noticed, and she was the kind of girl that I thought was out of me league, or so I thought.

Sarah was, it must be said, basically perfect, near as I could tell. She was a farm girl, and spent summers doing chores, so she was toned, but very curvy. She also ran cross country and I couldn't help but marvel at the technology of her sports bra. Speaking of, her breasts were very large, at least a D. And, as if that wasn't enough, she had dark brown hair and eyes, and a smile that was flawless.

Anyways, we graduate from HS, and both go to different state colleges, but in different towns. We stay fairly close for the first couple years. My friend and Sam split up, and with that, the amount of time I saw both Sarah and Sam goes way down. Life happens, relationships are had, and so it goes.

After I graduate from college, I wind up in one of the largest towns in my state, and low and behold Sam lives there too! She's married now, but we start hanging out tons, since we were always pretty good friends. One day, Sam informs me that Sarah is engaged and getting married soon. I die a little on the inside, but I was dating this insane woman I thought I'd eventually marry, so I didn't dwell. Per Sam's suggestion I friend Sarah on facebook (this was when FB was just getting big) to try to reconnect. Friend request accepted, "how are you" messages flew, eventually cell numbers were exchanged and texting started happening fairly regularly, never anything dirty, but lots of conversations, about other aspects of life.

She invited me to her wedding, and I went. I don't know how it happened, but she looked even better than she did in HS and college. That night in my hotel room, I jerked off to her facebook photos, depressed I'd never have her.

After about 6 months she was pregnant. She wound up with two kids with her husband. Life gets in the way, and she stops updating facebook and the texts wind down. Radio silence once kid #1 arrived. Shortly after that I split from my GF for unrelated reasons.

Fast forward a few years, and Sam (who is now one of my closest friends) asks me if I had heard about Sarah having gotten a divorce. Nope, I hadn’t. Sam also tells me that I should probably go to our 10 year HS reunion. I asked her what she was getting at, and she told me that Sarah used to have a thing for me in HS and college. WHAT?!? I was blown away. Sam apparently had been still talking w/Sarah, and felt now was a good time to drop this bombshell.

Fast forward a month, and I find myself at my 10 year HS reunion, something I would have never done had it not been for what Sam told me. Sam (also now divorced) and I both went to the reunion together, as friends. I said hey to the folks I knew and mingled for a couple hours. The reunion was in a bar, and it was summer, so folks were dressed pretty casual. I was in shorts and a t-shirt.

I was getting tired of talking to rednecks, when In walks Sarah. I almost dropped my beer. She was wearing a dark red sun dress that came to just above her knees. It was the kind that buttoned the whole way up the front. On most women it would have been lose and kind of billowy, but on Sarah, it clung to her chest and ass. Her medium heels pushed her ass up just enough to really highlight her curves. She looked to be in better shape than she was in college, and if you didn’t know she had two kids, you’d never suspect it. Her hair was pulled back into a short pony tail, and she wore no make up. She had a pendant necklace on that drew your gaze to her ample cleavage.

In spite of the alcohol, I found myself getting hard. I made eye contact with her, she held it briefly, and then immediately looked toward the ground and away. FUCK. Sam wasn’t joking.

The night carries on, and both Sarah and I start chatting and catching up. Her husband cheated on her, divorce finalized 7 months prior. She has joint custody of her kids. She’s an RN now, she’s staying at her parents farm who are on a cruise for the next two weeks, she’s training for a triathlon and is trying to get certified to teach yoga, but can't because her hours at work are too high. I fill her in on me. Then, I ask her, after a lot of mustering of will, if what Sam told me about her having a thing for me in HS was true? She said it was, and that she wanted to try to get with me in college too, but I was dating someone every time she wasn’t.

In HS I was something of a coward with the ladies, and that didn’t change much in college. Now, I was a man, knew myself and knew what I wanted in life. I wanted Sarah. I told her that I’m kind of glad we never got together in the past, because in reality, I’d probably have messed things up. And with that, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and leaned in and kissed her. She froze, caught off guard. Then she started to kiss back, she exhaled and inhaled rapidly and pressed herself into me. She felt amazing, firm and soft at the same time. I felt her breasts smashed into my chest and gradually her nipples harden. I moved my hand down to her ass, and gripped it. We broke our kiss, and each kind of laughed in between breathes. I said “I never thought that would happen.” She smiled a huge smile, and we kissed again. I wrapped both my arms around her, grabbed her neck and the small of her back and just ran my hands all over her while we continued to kiss. She felt so good, beyond anything I could have imagined.

We made out for a good 10 minutes, before we heard folks approaching (we were on a patio off the back of the bar). We broke apart and instinctively acted like nothing was going on. The folks approaching were Sam and some other people form HS. Sam shot Sarah a knowing look once she realized it was just Sarah and I. Sarah and I both started saying our goodbyes and met in front of the bar 15 minutes later. She walked up to me and asked if I needed a ride. "Sure!"

In her car I texted Sam that I had a ride, and not to wait for me. She just replied with a :)

I was wired, in spite of being a bit drunk. Sarah opens the door to her parents house. and lets us in She says to help myself to whatever and scurries toward the bathroom. I pour myself a glass of water and chug it, trying to clear my head up.

I hear Sarah enter the kitchen, turn and see her in the doorway wearing nothing but a flower print silk robe and a smile. I was instantly hard. She lightly laughs, walks directly in front of me and wraps her arms around me. We immediately go at it. Lips on lips, lips on necks, tongues entwined, biting ear lobes, breathing erratically in between kisses, hands roaming across each other. We make our way to the living room. Sarah pushes me onto the couch. I gather my wits for a moment, and blurt out “I have to see your body, I've fantasized way too long to not see it.” Sarah smiles, takes a step back, and unties her robe, dropping it. DEAR GOD.

Starting at her legs, and moving up I took her in. Her legs are toned and tan, a few scares, but mostly flawless, her curves are pronounced. Sarah is not a dainty woman, easily 5'8" and in HS and college she was very curvy. Now though, her legs and thighs are strong and toned and as I move my gaze up, I see her pussy. A dark black patch, trimmed but distinct sits on top of her mound. Her lips, dark brown and brief, are slightly parted just above the gap at the top of her thighs. Her stomach is flat and toned, hints of muscle below the surface, but her naval sticks out, due to her pregnancies. She has a piercing there too, a short gold chain. As I move up, I take in the splendor of her breasts. They were large, but fairly firm. No one with a chest the size of hers has “perky” breasts, but hers sit high on her chest, pendulous and beautiful. Her breasts, like her waist, aren the only parts of her that aren't tan, so I can see the veins running through them. Her nipples are dark, fairly small, and very hard. Her neck, I don’t know how I forgot, is long, slender and graceful. Her face is looking mischievous and I can see a hint of her smile. She licks her lips. She had already pulled out her pony tail so her thick brown hair is now framing her gorgeous face.

“You look better than I could have ever imagined. I need to feel you.”

She straddles me and we continue to make out. I’m rock hard. The bulge in my pants is grinding into her mound and pussy lips. My hands roam over her body. God, her ass is incredible. I could feel the dimples above it as I ran my hands over it and her back.

She leans back, and very quickly she pulls my shirt off, and unbuckles my belt and shorts. I kick my shoes off and we continue to grind and kiss. She pulls my cock out from my boxer briefs.

She teases me by rubbing her pussy lips over the tip of my cock. I lower my head and suck on her left nipple, rolling it around in my mouth. She throws her head back and lets out a moan. I bite lightly and she moans louder. I keep thrusting my hips up, but she raises hers up to prevent my entry, teasing me further. I use my strength to throw her down onto the couch, and despite her protests I move south and begin to lick her clit. So musky, she stinks of arousal. I spread my tounge as wide as it will go and press firmly down on her clit, moving it up and down. I put a finger in her pussy. It’s tight, but so wet. I keep working her clit. My left hand wanders around her body. Suddenly, she tenses up. She tastes salty and raw, like a real woman should. I feel her seize as an orgasm takes her. We pause while she recovers, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, I’ve never come that fast. (ex husband) never went down on me long enough.”

I grin, and we kind of sit up, and she hops off the couch pushes me back and takes me in her mouth. I’m already very hard. She starts working on my cock. As good as it feels, I want her pussy, not her mouth, so I stop her and say “I need to be inside you, I’ve wanted you for so long I need to feel your pussy.” She smiles, stands up and straddles me, and plunges down on my cock. Bliss.

She rocks forwards and back, rapidly and with abandon. The couch is making lots of groans at our efforts. I can feel that when she thrusts forward she’s squeezing her pussy. It’s incredible. Grunting, I say “I won’t last long, you feel too good” she looks me in the eye, grins and says, “Cum in me!” That pushes me over the edge. I start to cum, hard. I grab her hips and pull her down onto my cock. I pump a massive load into her pussy. She grips my cock firmly the whole time. I can feel warmth on my balls as my cum leaks out of her. She hasn’t stopped grinding on me, and just as I’m becoming overly sensitive, she again seizes, sucking air in rapidly, gripping my cock even harder. She’s coming!

The afterglow is a good 10 minutes, and we just sit on the couch, I’m still inside her, twitching occasionally. She feels incredible. I marvel at her breasts. How many times had I jerked off to thinking about her? Countless times. How many times, while buried in another woman, did images of her pass through my mind? Dozens! And here I was, living my fantasy as reality.

We moved to her childhood bedroom, and slept on her twin sized bed, spooning. Her room smelled like she used to smell, when we were teenagers. I was hard almost the whole night, my cock pushing into her ass. In the morning we woke up, and fucked again. Slower, savoring the experience this time. I got to look at her breasts in the light of day, while she rode me. Watching her cum again, her back arching breasts standing tall on her chest, was spectacular.

We hooked up a few more times after that, but the years had made us different than we remembered each other as having been. She has her kids and career, and I have my life. Sam and her still talk a lot, though. I’m married now, and madly in love with my wife, but I still dream of Sarah once in a while, content to know she didn't get away.