High school crush at 20 year reunion

[willywanker]

OOC: I'm starting this thread with a new writer to the BB. Help me welcome Diana. I'm going to be the high school nerd who hit it big and comes back, hoping his high school crush is still available. Reunions have lots of people at them so I quess there is room for anyone.

IC: The invitation had gotten forwarded several time before it caught up with me. A 20 year reunion, back in my old home town. Part of me didn't want to go back, back where I was the class nerd, a really smart kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Never very physical, I was easy prey for the boys to pick on, starting with my pocket protector, down to my high water jeans. But another part wanted to go back and rub their noses in it, to show them what I had become. In college, my body filled out, I took to the gym and weight room and at 38, I was no longer a guy to overlook. That and the fact that my company had just gone public with our first public offering and the stocks had taken off, making me a very rich man.

But the reason that made up my mind to return was Diana. She was my high school crush, the girl I dreamed about when I had those awkward wet dreams, the girl I thought about when I found out about masturbation. My family had moved out of town just after graduation and I hadn't really had any good friends so I had no ties to find out anyting about her. Was she still single, or single again? Was she still hot or had she had 5 kids and turned into a blimp? Funny thing was, I found I didn't really care, I just wanted to see her, to talk to her. Rubbing it into the others really didn't appeal to me. I had sent back my reservation with a large check and asked not to recognized for it, but to make sure that the folks organizing the reunion made it a class event.

My secretary had made all my travel arrangements, booking me the largest suite in the hotel where the reunion was being held. She arranged for a limo to pick me up at the airport with instructions for it to be at my dispossal for the whole weekend. My wealth had come so suddenly, I was still not used to the trappings and the stares. I dressed comfortably in well worn jeans, polo style shirt with a pair of well worn boat shoes. The limo driver seemed surprised when I walked up to him and said "I'm Bill Watson", he recovered quickly and we picked up my bags and headed for the hotel.

 

[intriguess]

A fellow class mate

When I received the invitation I could barely believe it had been twenty years ago. I pulled a lock of dark brown hair behind my ear as I impulsively scrawled my rsvp and filled out the questionarre. A lot had changed in twenty years, I had been rather reserved in high school, smart, funny, well liked by most. I hadn't dated though, I usually attributed it to my intelligence or the extra twent pounds I had carried.

I glanced in the mirror, dropping those pounds had only accented the full curves of my hips and chest. I smiled and wondered what everyone else was doing. I'd have to find someone to watch my eight year old daughter. My pregnancy had ended that relationship, I shrugged, it was his loss, not mine. I hadn't been with anyone since and found myself thinking about some of the guys I had been friends with in high school.

.....

There I was driving to my hometown, wondering how much had changed as I finally parked at hotel. I tugged my bag out and carefully pulled out the folding case with my dress in it. I walked into the hotel with high hopes.

"Reservation for Michaela Clayton, please." I smiled as I signed in and got my room card.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana

I looked at myself in the mirror turning this way and that. The years had been good to me I decided. 20 years and 3 children had only added 15 pounds to the size 10 figure I had in high school and most of that was in my breasts, which had filled out and plumped up after having my children. My dark golden blond hair no longer reached down to my waist as it had back then but now brushed my shoulders, although tonight it was swept up into a French twist accentuating my high cheek bones and long neck. My skin was virtually unwrinkled a result of learning long ago that the sun did not agree with my fair complexion. All in all I decided that I did not present a bad picture, certainly not what one would expect from a grandmother.

I still found it hard to believe that I was a grandmother. I had been engaged all through my senior year in high school to a man who was already out of school and we had gotten married right out of high school when I was barely 18. Less than a year out of high school and just turned 19 I had my first child. My 19-year-old daughter had just made me a grandmother. Besides my daughter, I had two sons ages 16 and 8.

I still really don’t know why I was even going to the reunion. Being engaged during my senior year had sort of put a cramp in the normal senior doings and most of my friends that year had been older – his friends. Then right after we got married, we moved away so I hadn’t kept up with anyone. But this spring my husband had suddenly walked out on me for a younger woman and I had returned home. My husband had been old fashioned and insisted that I not work. He had however allowed me to go to college. So here I was 38 years old with a college degree I had never used and my work experience consisting of a brief stint in a car dealership when I was 17. My divorce settlement had included a substantial alimony settlement and child support for the boys but it wasn’t enough. And the emotional damage he had inflicted left me feeling alone and vulnerable. I returned home with my two boys to be comforted by my mom and dad.

I dressed slowly and methodically. I may not be sure what I was looking for or exactly why I was going to this reunion but the air was charged with some sort of electricity I could not define and I was going to find the source of that electricity. I slipped into my emerald green push up bra and matching panties. I rolled the silk stockings – real stockings that felt deliciously sensuous – up over my legs and attached them to the green garter belt I had purchased that day. Then I took the dress from its hanger and slid it over my head. A deceptively simple variation of every woman’s standard black dress – only this one was emerald green, it hugged every curve of my body and fell to where it just grazed my knees but it had a slit so far up one side that you could almost see the lace top of my stockings. Then I sat on the edge of my bed and put my shoes on. They had a two-inch heel and were the exact same shade of emerald green as my dress. I was not used to wearing such high heels but they emphasized my legs and made me feel sexy. Something I had not felt since my husband walked out.

Taking one last look in the mirror I smiled a sort of half smile to myself. Yep I said to myself, no one is going to believe you are a grandmother.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

Not really having any family or friends in town, I quickly got bored in my suite. I took a shower and went thru the clothes I had packed. I finally decided to wear what I had planned to wear, not at all sure why I worried over it so much. Pulling the dark blue pleated slacks up and tucking in the grey turtle neck shirt, I wondered again about my decision not to wear any underwear tonight. It was the way I usually went unless I was playing some sort of sport. Finally I thought, why worry, who is going to know anyway?

Sitting on the bed, I pulled on a pair of blue dress socks and Italian leather loafers. Pulling on my dark blue blazer, I stood in front of the mirror. Hope they have name tags, as much as I hate those things, nobody will know me without one. 6'1" now, 205 pounds, mostly in my chest and upper body, long curly brown hair now beginning to show some signs of grey,and a nicely trimed mustache stared back at me. Gone was the insecure nerd who had left this town. Look out, gang, here I come.

Picking up my wallet and keys, I headed out the door. On the elevator, my watch showed I was a little early. As long as the bar was open, that was ok with me. I'd find a spot to watch everyone come in. Would I recognize Diana? I thought that I would. Would she remember me? That was the better question.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana

I stopped in the foyer of the hotel and checked my makeup, made sure my hair was in place, and swept my hands over my dress. The mirror told me I looked smashing but my hands still shook nervously.

Tentatively I walked toward the ballroom where the reunion was to be held.

I stood in the doorway surveying the scene. The decorations were magnificent and over in one corner a full bar was set up. It was early yet and things were just starting to pick up, I could see several couples standing in groups and mingling. I didn't know if I would recognize anyone or not.

My eyes were drawn to the handsome man sitting at the bar. I did not recognize him but he had to be without a doubt the most attractive man in the room. My eyes surveyed him unobtrusively taking in the way he clothes seemed molded to his body and the casual air with which he wore them.

His brown hair touched with gray was exceedingly sexy to me and he had a mustache. I was a pushover for a man with a mustache.

I searched my mind trying to figure out who he was. I was drawing a blank but I certainly hoped he was a fellow graduate and not the husband of one of my friends.

As I finished my perusal of the man my eyes lifted back up to his face to see him watching me. A small smile flickered across his lip and I felt the electricity I had been feeling shoot through the air - stronger than it had been all day.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

I saw here as soon as she walked thru the door. Thinking about my senior year, I had remembered earlier that Diana had been dating some older guy our senior year. But it was soon obvious that she was alone tonight. So far so good.

I had staked out a table close to the bar, figuring if I didn't see her come in, most people would come by the bar sometime during the evening. She took her time, checking out the room. I had told the lady at the check in how happy I was with the way they had put my contribution to such good use and she had fallen all over herself thanking me. I still couldn't place her but that was ok to. Diana started toward the bar and I felt her eyes on me. Play it cool, I told myself. I crossed my arms, making sure I covered my name tag, although I wasn't sure she would remember me anyway.

We hadn't run in the same circles, only had a couple of classes together. Why should she remember "Billy Brainey Boy?" She looked beautiful tonight. The emerald green really caught your attention with her fair skin. As she moved, her legs caught my attention as did the slit in the side of her dress. The heels seemed to accent her natural sway. Our eyes met, she was trying to place me. I smiled, knowing she would have to know my name to have a chance of figuring out who I was. But what I really wanted her to know was who I had become.

Both of us alone, I jestered to the bartender before she got there that I was paying for her drink. I had already tipped him well and he was keeping my drink full, although I was drinking very slowly tonight. I didn't know where this night might end, but I wanted to be sober enough to enjoy it.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana

I tried to concentrate on my movements as I finished my trip to the bar but I could not get his smile out of my head. It was a smile that held some sort of secret but also some sort of promise.

I had not been with a man since my husband had left me and I could feel the urges building up inside me. Oh how I hoped this man was a fellow classmate, unattached, and not the husband of the head cheerleader or something. My mind was spinning trying to think of a way to make a move toward him but I had been out of the scene so long I didn't have to faintest idea how to even start.

I reached the bar and the bartender asked me what I would like, indicating that HE was buying. Not being fond of alchohol and wanting all my faculties around me in any case, I asked for a glass of diet ginger ale with a lime twist. Taking the drink and thanking the bartender I turned towards him. He had given me the opportunity I needed by buying my drink and I was not going to blow it. Smiling at him with what I hoped was my sexiest, most alluring smile I walked towards him.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

Here she comes, the girl I dreamed about so many nights. Hmmm, the way she moves is even sexier now than what I remember from high school. Standing, my arms still folded across my chest to hide my name tag, I feel the blood rushing up my neck. "Hi Diana, if anything you are more beautiful than I remembered" I blurted out. "Well, that at least answers one question" Diana responded. "What question is that" I wanted to know.

Diana stopped in front of me, her eyes trying to see the name of the tag below my hand. "Well, I'll admit, I don't remember you from high school, so I started to think you were somebodies husband or boyfriend" she said. "But if you remember me, why don't I remember you?"

It was the moment of truth. I stuck out my hand, uncovering my name tag. "Would it help if I were an underweight, little runt from the wrong side of the tracks, wearing high water jeans and a pocket protector?" Diana took my hand as she looked at my name tag and then deep into my eyes. "Billy, is that really you? Uhhh, I know they say people change, but...." I laughed as we shook hands. "I'm just happy you even remember me enough to know who I was. Yeah, I changed at lot during my college years. But I don't want to talk about me. You are stunning tonight. You haven't changed much at all. Did you ever know that I had a huge crush on you our junior and senior years?"

Damn, I hadn't meant to just blurt that out. It was like being back in high school all over again. Being in her presence made me light headed, she remember me, WOW!!!
I realized I was still clutching her hand, I let it go, hoping I wasn't coming off as desperate as I felt. How could I act like such a dunce. But she was still smiling and she hadn't run off. I took a big gulp of my drink and waited for her answer.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana

"Hi Diana,” he said, “If anything you are more beautiful than I remembered." I couldn’t believe that my mystery man not only was calling me by name but also was calling me beautiful.

"Well, that at least answers one question" I found myself saying. He asked me what question I had and as I stood in front of him I admitted that I could not place him from high school and was starting to wonder if he was someone’s husband or boyfriend. "But if you remember me, why don't I remember you,” I asked.

I couldn’t believe it when he stuck out my hand and uncovered his nametag. Billy Watson! I couldn’t believe my mystery man was Billy Watson. I heard him make some disparaging remarks about his high school appearance and I began to wish again that I had learned my lesson about outward appearance and inward beauty earlier in my life. I had always kind of liked Billy despite his appearance. He was a gentle soul and never lashed out or got into fights when the kids made fun of him. I remembered he always had a sort of mysterious quality in his eyes like he knew something the rest of us didn’t know. But in high school it wasn’t cool to admit that you liked Billy and I was so insecure in high school that I went along with the crowd. As these thoughts rushed through by mind as I took his hand and took a double look at his nametag. Then I looked into his eyes and I knew for sure it was him even as I said, "Billy is that really you? Uhhh, I know they say people change, but...." I couldn’t believe I was making such inane conversation. Of course it was him.

I kept looking at him in a daze as I heard him tell me he was happy I remembered him enough to know who he was and how he had changed a lot during college. Then he was telling me I was stunning and how I hadn’t changed much since high school (oh how little he really knew) and then he was telling me he had a huge crush on me back then. I could tell that he wished he could take that last remark back but he could not know how flattered I was or how glad I was that he was obviously as attracted to me as I was to him.

He was still holding my hand and it felt really good but suddenly he let it go and I could tell he was waiting for me to say something as he took a big nervous gulp of his drink. I stood there for a minute smiling at him trying to think of just the right thing to say. It kind of surprised me that he said he had a crush on me but my mind went back to Mrs. Gilmore’s 12th grade psychology class and I remembered him sitting behind me and how sometimes when he thought no one was paying any attention he would reach out and stroke my hair that cascaded over the back of my desk between us. I also remembered the time I had the serious fight with my fiancé and we had almost broken up. Billy was so sweet that day in class, telling me he didn’t like to see me cry and the next day there was a rose on my desk. Everyone in class thought it was from my fiancé but I knew better and often secretly wondered if it had been from Billy.

I didn’t want to say or do anything that would embarrass him or cause him to run away and I still had a question in my mind about his marital status. Just then the band started to play, it was a fairly slow song, one of my favorites. Smiling at him sweetly I held my hand back out to him. “Billy, no you don’t look like a Billy anymore, Bill, I can’t tell you how flattered I am that you would admit that to me or that you are talking to me now when you could have your pick of any woman in this room. But I am not going to question it right now. Will you dance with me, please.”?

Bill took my hand and led me to the dance floor and then put his arm around my back drawing me into the dance. I put my one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand that he drew close against his chest drawing me closer against him. Oh gawd what wonderfully strong arms he had, they felt so good as he wrapped them around me. I looked up at him as we swayed together to the rhythm of the dance and could see in his eyes that spark of electricity that had been following me around all day. At that moment I realized that if I had my way - before this night was over I was going to make love to Bill Watson, whether he was married or not. I looked deep in his eyes again and found myself letting go of his hand and bring both my arms up around his neck, the music was so sensual and as we danced I found his mouth so close that I just had to reach up and softly touch my lips to his. I didn’t know where I got the courage to do all these things but he wasn’t pulling away so I softly touched my lips to his one more time.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

I was again the small, shy kid who tried to hide. How could I have blurted that out? But Diana wasn't running away, and she didn't look offended. Her eyes slid from my name tag down my bady to come to rest on my eyes. She surprised me when she asked me to dance, but I eagerly followed her onto the small dance floor and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. As we moved together across the floor I couldn't keep from squeezing her against me, the arm behind her back moving up so I could again stroke her hair as I had done so many years ago in class.

I thought for a moment I had pulled her to tight or something when she pulled her hand from mine only to be excited by her moving both arms to circle my neck. I think the music was still playing, I know we were still moving to a beat we both felt, the rest of the room didn't exist. But when her lips brushed mine, the world stood still and when her lips returned for a fuller kiss, the world stopped.

My business sucess had not truly carried over to other parts of my life. Yes, I had had some sucess with the ladies but had remained rather shy so Diana taking the first step really made it easier for me to think there really was a chance I might not spend this night alone in yet another fancy hotel room. I could feel the blush starting up my neck and was glad I wore the turtle neck. The song ended and a fast song started and we headed back to my table. I had so many questions to ask, so much to catch up on. We sat down, my hand over hers, smiling at each other. "What ever happened to..." I started to ask but was interrupted by 3 ladies rushing up to the table, shouting Diana's name. Two I recognized by sight, the third I had to read her name tag to place, she had added about 50 pounds and changed her hair color. They were all girls that ran with the same crowd Diana had run with, girls who had teased me a lot.

I again sat back and covered my name tag with my folded arms as Diana tried to be polite with our old classmates. She looked my way, our eyes meeting. Her eyes said she wasn't happy for this inturruption either but what was she to do. I listened to the chit chat, hoping to gain some bits of her past from the conversation. Billfolds where quickly produced to show pictures of kids. Diana got hers out to show not only her children, but a grandchild! But what I really wanted to find out came next. "Diana, are you still married to ******, last we heard, your family was moving away?" asked one of the ladies. "No,"Diana said, "I'm divorced, I moved home not long ago. I'm back in town here again, looking for a good job, if anybody knows of one."

My smile spread across my face. She was single!!!! And my company had a branch opening here in town next week. I could make sure she got a shot at a good job to support her family, if I weren't supporting them soon. Whoooooo, Bill, getting a little ahead of your self there, I cautioned.

And then it happened. One of the ladies asked as she turned, "Well then Diana, airn't you going to introduce us to your handsome date?" Diana and I both swallowed hard as I waited to see how she answered.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana

My body trembled as I withdrew from the last kiss. I surprised myself with my boldness but it had felt so good when he stroked my hair with the sort of tenderness I had not been the recipient of in a very long time. I drew back hesitantly trying to read what was in his eyes. I thought for a moment he was blushing but that couldn’t be right. Bill was obviously a suave, sophisticated businessman. He had probably been with dozens of women, unlike myself whose only sexual experiences had been with one man, Jack Taylor.

I was roused from my reverie by the band changing tempo and moving to a fast song. We looked at each other and by mutual, unspoken consent, headed back to the table. He kept my hand in his and as we set down he continued to cover my hand with his. I studied his hand for a minute, noting the strength, the long slender fingers ending in neatly trimmed nails. I started to imagine how those hands would feel cupping my breast, tracing a lacy path down my stomach, stroking my womanhood.I smiled at him and he smiled back. We both shifted a little uncomfortably and he started to ask. "What ever happened to...?”

Just then I heard my name, “Diana” and was assailed by three old “friends” from high school. I use the term “friends” loosely, we ran around in the same crowd but I was never really close to them. I was never actually really close to anyone back then except Jack. Then I remembered that these three were among the more unkind members of the group – and that they had made fun of Billy a lot.I was trying to be polite and I noticed that Bill was again covering his billfold. Our eyes met and I tried to convey to him that I would rather be alone with him. Francine was showing me pictures of her kids and I reciprocated, wondering how Bill would feel to find out I had a grandchild. Then Debra blurted out, "Diana, are you still married to Jack. Answering her but really directing the response to Bill I said, "No, I'm divorced, I moved home not long ago. I'm back in town here again, looking for a good job, if anybody knows of one."

There it was done. I still didn’t know his status but at least now he knew mine. I glanced over and saw a smile spread across his face lighting up the room. I smiled back at him wishing I knew what he was thinking.

All of the sudden Francine decided to acknowledge Bill’s existence. Turning she said, Well then Diana, aren’t you going to introduce us to your handsome date?" I swallowed and I could tell Bill did too. Well here it was, a moment of truth. I know I had changed since high school but had they. Life’s lesson’s learned the hard way – do not let what other’s think of you affect the way you feel, you have to be true to yourself. Let them think what they wanted; I was not ashamed of being with Bill. Laughing lightly I said, “Lordy Francine, I’m surprised you don’t remember him you talked about him so much. But, to tell you the truth, I did not recognize him at first either. But I know him now and let me tell you girls, I saw him first and this one is all mine.”

Hoping Bill got the message I just gave him I continued, “Bill, do you remember Francine, Debra and Connie? Girls, I’d like you to meet Bill, Bill Watson.” Then I sat back in my chair and took his hand in mine. And watched the reaction.Stunned silence. Followed by three women gushing over themselves. “Bill Watson, Billy Watson? Gosh it’s good to see you.”Good, they were taking the high road. “Wow have you changed, Bill” I heard Francine say and looked over to see her staring at me with a flicker of jealousy in her brown eyes. “I sure wish I had seen you first.”Just then the three of them spotted someone else across the room and went flitting off calling her name.

Thankful to be alone again with Bill I leaned back in my chair to find him arm back there. He put his hand on my shoulder and drew me a little closer towards him. “Thank you, Diana,” he said.

“Thank you for what?”

“For not being ashamed of being seen with me.”

“Why should I be?” I queried. “What I should be ashamed of was how shallow I was in high school."

Suddenly assailed by feelings of grief at the way I had ignored the shy, sweet boy who had grown up to be such a wonderful man and feelings of insecurity and inferiority, of not being worthy to be with him, I jumped up out of my chair and ran out the doors of the ballroom. I didn’t know where I was going; I just knew that I had to get away before I burst into tears in front of him.

 

[catlover]

Frank

That wasn't my name in high school, but it is my first name- same as my dad's so I was called by my middle name Martin, or Marty.

I went to the high school reunuion without my wife, who was from a different town and knew she wouldnt know anyone anyway, so she told me to just go and have a good time. She knew darn well that if I saw any old girlfriends or found a new one that I had no hesitation in getting it on, but she didnt care and neither did I. Maybe she even had made a date for herself that weekend - who cares.

Late arriving at the bar for the Friday night get together, I walkedin knowing I wouldnt recognize anyone, but they'd all recognize me, because I havent aged like they all had. When I walked up to the desk to register ther first person I saw was a girl I didn't recognize, but she knew me immediately and called me by the name Marty. We chatted as I signed in, buyt she looked like she was 50 - not 38,and had the major disadvantage of also knowing my wife socially, so I got away as soon as I could.

Soon I saw a guy I had known all through grade school, and although we didnt run around together in high school, we always got along OK, and at least it was a guy I knew. But his greatest attraction was the woman next to him - a stunning bklonde whom he introduced as his wife, whom he met in college, and wasnt one of the classmates. Her nametag just said SPOUSE. She laughed and said she was doing that for all the spouses so the classmates wouldn't be trying to figure out who they were! Cute idea, especially when I asked hewr to dance to some very nice music, which was delightful. Mentally I added her to my black book in case she might ever be interested in an affair.

After we parted with my grateful thanks, another girl I didnt recognize came over and spoke to me as though she recognized me. Her name was Nadine, and we danced together. I didnt have the slightest idea who she was and as far as I knew I'd never seen her before, but she knew me so what the hell. The music ended, and we chatted a minute and then danced again. Three dances and several drinks later we were in her room, getting acquainted, and I could only wonder what I had missed back then. After a little casual lovemaking, we decided we would just go ahead and pair off. Question was- do we go back downstairs to the party, or just party ourselves tonight, and see them all at the banquet tomorrow night. We decided rather easily that the former was preferable- they would keep, as by now we had emptied most of the mini-bar,and were only partially dressed, and it was too much trouble to get presentable. So, she took off the rest of her clothes and so did I, consisting of her stockings and garter belt, and my socks. We danced the rest of the night in a horizontal position. At midnight her husband called from home, out of town, and they talked while I ate her pussy. When she hung up I crawled up and finished the job, thinking I should call my wife too (if she was home at all) so I did while Nadine sucked me off. All I heard on my wife's end were similar sounds and an occasional sigh or moan, so the conversation was brief.

We had a whole weekend to enjoy, and tomorrow is another day

 

[valuablejules]

Quietly Nadine slipped back into her dress, pausing to turn and study the man laying quietly on the bed...resting after the night of fabulous love-making. "My, what a great time" she thought as she opened the door and slid out into the dark hallway. She sprinted down the hallway while fumbling with her room key. At her door she paused to look back up the hall "Hmmm...wonder if anyone saw me?" she thought. Back in her room she laid on her bed and contemplated..."I guess this weekend isn't going to be so bad after all".

Laying there and revisiting the events of the evening was making Nadine extremely aroused... She reached into the bedside table and retrieved her beloved vibrator. One quick turn at the base and she began to run the vibrating head along the moist slit of her pussy. Her hands cupping her breasts, she pinched each nipple lightly...enjoying the feeling of the slight pain. She began to feel a warm, pleasurable sensation in her clitoris and moved the vibrator firmly into her pussy, moving it in and out...in and out..ever so slowly while massaging her clitoris with her finger. "Oh my" she cried out as she remembered the feeling of Marty's large cock filling her " I need more". "Once is just not enough to satisfy me" was her thought as she began to feel the familiar surge of sweet ecstacy filling her from top to bottom. She crashed into an orgasm, steeling her legs as the hot wash of relief swept through her.
"Now, I can finally sleep" Nadine whispered as she drifted off.

Marty was awake...he had awoken to find an empty space beside him where Nadine had lain. "Now, I wonder where she is?" he thought. "She didn't leave her room number and how can I find her?" The thing Marty couldn't believe was that Nadine had left an impression on him that he just couldn't shake. He just had to have her again and again.

 

[catlover]

Marty

ooc (out of context) Hi - welcome aboard to this great site - liked your post - only one small problem - easily solved - we were in YOUR room last night - remember - your hubby called. Lets just assume I went back to mine (although I never would have left you!) Let's just assume that at 38 or so I was worn out and you still needed more so you and your vibrator gave this old guy a nice show OK?

IC (in context) Waking up with lovely Nadine was neat. I went back to my room down the hall and took a shower and cleaned up. We met for a nice breakfast, not walking in together of course, as we had no idea who might be watching, but she came to my table with a big smile. I rose and greeted her with a demure little handshake, and we had a nice breakfast together. Afterward, we drove around the town both of us had left 20 years ago to go off to different colleges. It had sure changed- The old Endicott Bldg had been torn down and was now a parking lot, and the new Courthouse was the town centerpiece. We talked and visited, and discovered that although we were both gone from the old town, we now lived about 5 miles apart. What a nice present that was, to know that this weekend would last as long as we wanted it to, and at the moment I liked it!

I told her a litle about my marriage, enough so she knew my wife and I were swingers and both liked to play. She grinned and revealed that she and her hubby were too. Right then we made a date for next weekend - we'd talk to our spouses and go out to dinner together and they would meet and let's see what might happen. Nothing to lose except a dinner out on the town. In midday we came back to the hotel. Again, for appearance sake we walked in separately, and up on the floor I snuck back to her room for some afternoon napping together.

She was waiting for me, with her naked bod on the bed with her trusty toy, getting herself all warmed up. Doffing my very few clothes, I headed right into heaven, and buried my face in her sweet pussy, giving it tender loving kisses and licks, until she started to shake and vibrate and utter all the sweet little sounds I had heard last night. Giving her clit one last suck I then started to crawl up, licking all over her tummy and pretty breasts until I kissed the side of her neck on both sides, and then her mouth with my tongue entering at the same time as my cock. I thought they would meet in the middle in a nice warm spot, we we thrust ourselves together, in and out, until I came with her making all those wonderful intimate little noises again.

Arms around each other, we took a nice little nap, awakening just in time to get ready for the evening. This time we showered together, then I left her to get ready and surprise me with her evening wear for the banquet. Back in my room I dressed as well, interrupted only by the bellman bringing up the corsage I had ordered as a surprise for Nadine, along with a nice bottle of chilled champagne. I called her on the house phone and she said to give her about ten more minutes, and I said I couldnt wait - and wouldnt she like a glass of champagne as a refresher while she finished dressing. Of course she said yes, so down the hall I went. The corsage was the perfect color (I had snuck a peek at her dress in her closet earlier) and she was very pleased. With a chaste kiss we opened the champagne, and I toasted her "to the lovliest girl in the class!" wondering all the time how I had missed out on all this for the last 20 years! "to a lovely evening" to which she toasted "to a lovely night"

[Edited by catlover on 03-13-2001 at 08:55 AM]

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

It had been interesting to see how Diana would handle introducing me. I felt a real closeness to her as she let the "old crowd" know who I was. I hadn't really expected the other ladies to fall all over themselves trying to be so nice, but looking around the room, I was in better shape than most of the men here tonight. Thankfully, they quickly exited so Diana and I could talk somemore.

Leaning over and putting my hand on her shoulder, I said "Thank you, Diana" She wanted to know what for and I thanked her for not being ashamed, almost proud to be seen with me. A cloud came over her face as she began "Why should I be? What I should be ashamed of was how shallow I was in high school." Suddenly, she turned and ran from the room. I sat for a second, then pushed myself up and headed for the door to catch her. I had almost reached the door when I felt a hand on my arm. Connie had seperated herself from the threesom moving round the room. She pressed a slip of paper into my hand. "Thats my room number, just in case you'd like to stop by later," she giggled.

I took the piece of paper from my hand and looked at it carefully. Looking deep into her eyes, I smiled, as I began to tear the paper into tiny pieces. "Do you really think I could forget all the hurtful things you said to me, back in high school? I hated to see you coming down the hall, I'll be damned if I'll try to make you cum now." Turning on my heel, I sprinted out the door, just in time to see Diana going out the front door of the lobby on the level below.
Connie was shouting something at me as I rushed down the steps, but it didn't really matter. The one person I had come back to see was about to get away.

Rushing outside, I stopped, looking all around to see which way Diana had gone. Finally, I spotted her weaving thru the parking lot. I took off running and came up behind her as she sat down, crying so hard she didn't even know I was there. I knelt beside her open car door and softly spoke her name,"Diana, I don't want you to be sorry. Who knows how I would have reacted if I had been able to be a part of the popular crowd." "But we were so mean to you, we treated you like you didn't matter,"Diana cried. "Yes, and from that, I learned to value everyone around me. Its a lesson that has been invaluable to me in my business life. I have the most loyal bunch of people working with me and as tough as it was, I have that bunch of punks to thank for it. But Diana, even tho you ran with that bunch, you never ran me down yourself. Think about it. Do you remember the time you and Jack broke up for a short time? You talked to me like a real person. It was me who left that rose on your desk the next day but then you made up with Jack so I never said anything."

I reached out and cradled her chin in my hand. Lifting it, I leaned forward and brushed her lips with mine, much as we had done earlier on the dance floor, but this time our lips parted, our open mouths meeting as our tounges danced playfully against each other.

Standing up, I put out my hand. "Want to go somewhere and get a cup of coffee or something to eat? The thought of going back in there right now just doesn't sit well." I asked. She took my hand and asked why. I told her about my run in with Connie on the way out. She was laughing as I retold the story. I stopped and the limo driver jumped out and came around to open the door. Diana looked up surprised. I tried to laugh it off but we were both a little uncomfortable as we got in. But when she slid in tight and I put my arm around her to pull her even closer, the world was lost outside those tinted windows.

 

[valuablejules]

Nadine felt the heat from his lips still lingering. Marty was such a surprise. Never would she have expected to feel this intense passion for a relative stranger. The champagne was perfect..not to dry and not too sweet. "Just like Marty", Nadine thought, "the perfect taste". Nadine thought back to the feel of his long, hard penis in her mouth. "If I don't get dressed now" she remarked to Marty " I won't get dressed at all".

"Dinner will be the perfect spot to again kindle the flames that we were feeling earlier" Marty said. "I definately need the nourishment" Nadine laughed. They were both hungry having spent what little food they had eaten in the frenzy of the afternoon session. Nadine looked longingly into Martys eyes as they began another lingering kiss.

"All right, my dear" Marty said "I have a surprise for you this evening".

"Oh...now what would be more of a surprise than this weekend" Nadine returned.

"Well...lets go and I will show you".

They turned toward the door and Marty opened it into the rush of cool air from the hallway. Nadine looked back toward the crumpled bed linen "Hmmm....I just wonder". Her nipples were already contracting with longing.

 

[catlover]

Marty and Nadine

Arm in arm we went to the elevator, and down to the banquet level, where our pasrty would be located. This time we walked in together, holding hands, and everyone knew we were together.I spotted Bo whom Id seen last night and danced with his wife Jean. I introduced them to Nadine, and frankly he didnt remember Nadine either, but we laughed and had a drink together, and they agreed to join us for dinner, so we staked out four seats together.

Over on a table was a copy of our high school yearbook for our xclass. We looked at the pictures, and agreed that neither Bo nor I had changed at all, but wait till we saw Nadine. Back then she had braces, pigtails, and glasses and no wonder we didnt remember her. But - look at her now! a knockout. Maybe she wore contacts, maybe not but she would never be compared with that high school photo now! I was very proud to be her escort and have her clinging to my arm as we sat down to dinner.

The music started about the time we finished our first course,and I asked her to dance. All eyes turned as she went with me to the floor, with her pretty corsage on that magenta dress quite the picture. We did a few turns, and Bo and Jean came near us and tapped our shoulders to cut in. I got anotherdance with Jean, who whispered how lovely she was and how dd I find her? "Just lucky,I guess.We started talking and dancing last night at the bar." She said I know - I saw you two leave and go up to the elevators together.With a grin she asked if we'd gotten it on last night. Since it pays to advertise, I told her yes, and we spent all day today together too. She slipped me a piece of paper and said "my room number- come by later" I asked "both of us?" She said "no - just you- Bo wants to go down to her room." I told her that would be delightful, but I'd have to check with her, and also she might want all four of together- it's up to her. She gave me a squeeze which I returned to her shapely body, and she gave me a light kiss before the music ended and we walked back to the table to join them, who were in deep conversation,sitting side byside. I seated Jean next to Bo, and I took the seat next to Nadine, and we ate our entre'.

Later Nadine and I danced again and she told me what Bo had proposed. I asked how she felt about it and she just grinned. I awaited her response, not knowing how the vibes went between them, but the slip of paper was in my pocket until she gave me her response.

 

[valuablejules]

Nadine and Marty

Nadine was caught in a whirlwind of emotion. What to do? Should she take Bo up on his offer? She moved her hand lower to rest on the curve of Martys hip. "Marty" she began "Bo just doesn't really do it for me, honestly." She sighed "You are such a magnificent lover, settle for less?" Now how could he resist that? Nadine threw caution to the wind, reached to the front of Martys trousers and ran her hand lightly over his cock through the layers of clothing. "Nadine..." Marty returned " What if someone is watching?" "Well...may be fun to have someone watch us." Nadine pouted in response.

Nadines wish was just that, not to swap but to watch Bo. Maybe seeing him in action may change her mind? Hmmmmmm....
Marty read her mind as always, smiled and replied "My darling..I always know what you are thinking, don't I?"

They headed back to the table to propose their idea to Bo and Jean. Nadine stopped him, turned Marty around and whispered in his ear...."No...how about we sneak to their room, to the balcony?" Nadine was really hot...her breath tingling his ear. "Oh, Nadine!" Marty was laughing but he nodded his assent. A telltale rush of excitement was already building and he felt his cock growing larger against the restraints of his zipper.

Back to the table they went to tell Bo and Jean that they were really tired and had decided to pass on their idea...maybe later...

Nadine sat down next to Marty, draped the tablecloth over her legs and took his hand underneath. The dress she was wearing came easily up to her thighs and she placed his hand there. He followed her lead and ran his fingers higher, higher. "Oh God." he couldn't help but whisper aloud as he felt how hot and wet she was. Nadine smiled slyly from the corner of her mouth as she looked directly at Marty and said "I think I left my purse in the ladies room."

 

[catlover]

Marty and Nadine

Bt now she had me so hot I just couldnt wait any longer to taste that fruit of her passion. When she put my hand there under the tablecloth, and I felt her bare pussy, I was shocked at the lask of panties to inhibit our playing. A sheepish grin on her face told me she was ready too, and she leaned over and whispered "well - you didnt give me the extra 10 minutes to put on any underwear"

So, as the dinner was over and a lot of people were leaving anyway, I hated to forego more dancing and dancing with Jean, but so be it. Standing I went over and planted a juicy kiss on her, slipping my tongue in her mouth right in front of Bo, while she fondled the bulge in my pants. Nadine did at least give Bo a nice chaste kiss, telling them she was glad to meet them, and hoped to see them again soon.

In a heartbeat we were on the way to the elevator, and headed up to her room. There were other people in it, and they just looked at us as I stood behind her with my hands on her boobs, even pulling down the bodice and fondling them bare right in front of several old ladies, who huffed and puffed as they got off on the 6th floor. There was another man tho, and he looked at us and leaned over and kissed her left tit and gave it a little suck, before he got off with a grin on the 9th.

We arrived at the tenth floor, and holding hands walked to her room, with her bare breasts hanging out and a big grin on her face. Entering we raced to see who could get naked the most quickly, and leaped into the unmade bed we had used that afternoon.Fortunately ther mini=bar had been replenished (I had checked earlier) so we were set for the night - I thought.

Since I just couldnt wait to get my face between her legs, I started kissing my way down there. When I reached her left tit, I looked up at her and asked how she liked it in the elevator and she just laughed and told me she loved it. She loved being the center of attention, and as far as she was concerned, she would be happiest right now if we were making love on the floor of the lobby in front of the world.

I giggled my way down to lick all over her navel and tummy, and arrive at that delightful destination. Positioning myself on my chest, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, and licked away. She was hot and wet, and as soon as I started licking her clit she came, and then came again. I lifted some more,and with her knees in her chest, I licked her anus and put my tongue in there bringing her to another orgasm. She rolled over and got on her knees, and I did it again for her 4th in a very few minutes. Then I crawled up and did her doggy style, which isnt my favorite since I prefer looking into a girl's eyes while we fuck to her orgasm. This,however was her night and her scene, and while I recovered, she got out of bed and pured us each a glass of wine, and we sat side-by-side resting up.

We came very close to agreeing that we would both just leave our spouses and just move in together, but finally decided to ride it out a while and see whether they wanted to swing too, in which case we would all have the best of all worlds.

Then we got up and she put on a sheer dressing gown with nothing underneath, and we went down to Bo and Jean's room. We couldnt get out to the balcony on a 10th floor room (ourreservations were all together for the class group- Handy no?), so we just rapped on the door. It wasnt latched - it was ajar so we just walked in. Thwey were on the bed nude having sex so we just said hi- we came to watch, and sat there and watched while he shoved his cock in her very pretty shaved pussy. When they finished, we handed them the wines we had poured for them, and proposed a toast. Nude, Jean and I embraced and kissed, and I really wanted to fuck her but tonight I was Nadine's, and I would follow her lead. Looking at her, she was on the bed on top of Bo, and was already looking like she had changed her mind, having watched them get it on. She looked at me, at him, and reached down and put his cock at her entrance, and sank down on it. Jean laid down next to them, and I mounted her. The four of us came at about the same time. Rolling off pretty Jean, I saw her lean over and kiss Nadine still lying on her husband. Nadine slid off him and over on Jeanand they kissed and held each other. Bo and I drank our wine watching them end up in a 69 pleasuring each other, and licking all the cum from each other's pussy. Then they had a drink, laughed and argued about who tasted the best!

The four of us enjoyed each other's company, and it turned out that they were active swingers too, and we agreed that one way or another, whichever way Nadine and I went, we would get together again soon- either as a foursome or sixsome, as soon as we discovered how our spouses would react to our new discovery of our love for each other.

We kissed them goodnight and went back to Nadine's room for the night, not even bothering to put on any clothes. We thought maybe we might run into some more players as we walked down the hall at 4AM!

 

[willywanker]

Ohhhh, Marty and Nadine?????????

OOC: Hey guys, I appreciate your joining the thread, coming to the reunion, but you have already jumped to the next night. Diana and I are still trying to work some things out on the first night. I would really appreciate it if you either waited for us to catch up with you or start your own thread. I Don't want to rain on your parade, I like what you've written, but you've made it hard for us to keep our story going. Hope we can work this out.
Willy

 

[catlover]

marty

sorry - I did get a litle carried away= it's hell when you're madly in love with a very special partner!

Bo and Jean are real people =I met them at my 50th HS reunion- Boand I went thru 8 yrs of grade school and 4 yrs of HS together, and then lived next door to them for a while

Will sit back and let you catch up

 

[Vivid Blossom]

Diana and Bill

I ran out the front lobby and looked around frantically trying to decide what to do. I didn't know if Bill was following me or not but I just felt so bad. Tears were streaming down my face as I ran through the parking lot to my car. My hands trembled as I tried to get the key in the lock but it finally worked. I sat down in the driver's seat leaving the car door open, lay my head down on the the steering wheel and just started sobbing.

I did not hear him come up but suddenly he was there, speaking my name in a voice that was soft and low and very, very sexy."Diana," he said, "I don't want you to be sorry. Who knows how I would have reacted if I had been able to be a part of the popular crowd."

I knew how he would have reacted though. He would have been a better person, he would have risen above it. "But we were so mean to you, we treated you like you didn't matter," I said, still crying.

Then he told me about how he learned a lesson from the way things had been in high school. That he had learned to value everyone around him and as a consequence he had a successful business with an extremely loyal bunch of employees. He reminded me that I never ran him down like the others did. That I always talked to him like a real person. Then suddenly, he was kissing me. Softly at first, like I had kissed him on the dance floor, then suddenly with more intensity. My mouth opened at the urging of his tongue and then our tongues met with a passion that shook me.

Bill broke the kiss way before I was ready to then stood and held out his hand in an invitation for me to get out of the car. He asked me if I'd like a cup of coffee and told me he did not feel like going back to the reunion.

I took his hand and shyly asked him why he didn't want to go back. I feared that he was embarrassed over the scene I had caused. That was not the reason, however. As we walked towards where his car was park he told me that that b**tch Connie had tried to slip him her phone number. I had never really liked Connie all that much and laughed as Bill told me what he had said.

Suddenly Bill stopped walking, but the only car insight was a gorgeous black limosuine. Surely this wasn't Bills? It was Bill's however and the limo driver jumped out and came around to open the door. I know I could not hide the surprise I felt as I look at him. He tried to laugh it off but there was no hiding the fact that we were both just a little nervous. I slid into the limo and he slid in right afer me. He was a little far away so I scooted back towards him. He must have read my mind because he put his arm around me and pulled me even closer to him.

The electricity started up again as he pulled me into his arms. I looked up into his eyes and smiled again. "Geez", I thought to myself, "your like a school girl the way you keep looking into his eyes and smiling." Bill didn't seem to mind though and pulled me closer still. He asked me where I wanted to go. I was not in the mood for coffee and I was starting to feel really decadent being in this limo. I turned slightly in the seat so I was semi-facing Bill and ran my hands up his shoulders then down his chest reaching his stomach I pulled his turtleneck out of his pants and ran my hands up under the shirt and over his chest. I felt his chest hair, soft under my touch, and his muscles, hard under my touch. The contrasting sensations were arousing me so I licked my lips slightly. "Do you have a bar in this thing," I asked.

"Sure I do," he answered. "And it's fully stocked. Did it myself this morning."

"In that case why don't we just drive around and see what changes have been made in this sleepy little town. Maybe go watch the boat races." I winked at him and hoped he got the message that I was ready to move this thing along just a little bit faster. I still didn't know if he was married but I was willing to take a chance.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Watson

I thought getting away from the crowd might be nice for awhile especially with the scene that had been made as I left. We both laughed as I told Diana what had happened. Seems they weren't really good friends after all.

I'm not sure what I expected when we got into the limo. I quess I was still trying to think of a place to go for a while but Diana seemed to know where she wanted to go. She twisted in the seat and started to rub her hands up and down my chest. Then she pulled my shirt out of my pants, her hands slipping under my turtle neck to stroke up and done my chest. I loved what she was doing but I sat there wondering what move I should be making. When she looked into my eyes again, I could see she was really unsure about what was happening as I was. I took my courage from her.

Before I could say or do anything else, she asked if there was a bar in the limo. "Yes, I stocked it myself this morning, trying to find something to do to kill the day."
Slipping away from her, I hoped the moment we had just shared would soon be repeated. Pouring drinks, I fixed us both a Seven and Seven, light on the seagrams, heavy on the 7-up. We both sipped slowly as I realized I hadn't given the driver any instructions. I picked up the phone and asked if he knew the small park down on the river. "Yes sir," he said, not hiding the smile in his voice, "This limo has been there many times." "Well, then one more won't hurt, will it" I said as I hung up the phone.

Taking my jacket off, I moved back against Diana, feeling her snuggle in against me. I sat my drink in one of the houlders and took her chin in my hand. Tilting her face up, I bent to brush my lips across hers. When she pulled away, I wondered how I could have misread her signals that badly. She moved across the seat and sat her drink down in the holder on the other side of the car. She moved back, a twinkle in her eyes as she asked, "Now where were we?"

Starting as I had before, I took her chin and tilted her face up and my lips came down to meet her. Our lips lingered this time, passion fueling our kiss. Her tounge slipped out to lick my lips while I gently nibbled on her lower lip. As I nibbled my way back her chin, her hands slipped back under my shirt. Her hair being pulled up in a french braid allowed me to nibble her ear, and down her neck, biting a little where her neck and shoulder met.

Her fingers danced across my chest as I droped a hand down along her leg, my fingers moving along the slit of her dress, the feel of the stocking beneath so smooth and silky.
I followed the slit up as far as it went, feeling the change in them at the top and realizing she was whereing real hose and that meant a garter belt. My mind flashed a picture of her clad only in her undergarments and the stirrings I had felt before became a full blown hard-on.

Her hands on my chest dipped lower and her arm brushed across my erection tenting my pants. I wanted to push things along but it was like I was back to the shy boy I had been in high school. I kept doing what I was doing and waited to she what would happen.

 

[Vivid Blossom]

In the Limo

Bill poured us both drinks and we sipped on them, both a little wary of where we were going. Bill gave the driver instructions to take us down tot he park by the river, a popular make out destination in the old days. From the sounds of the driver's laughter, I guessed it still was.

Bill took his jacket off and moved back towards me so I snuggled against him. Then he kissed me! He tilted my face up toward me and brushed me lips ever so slightly with his. I could sense his hesitation and read the question in his eyes as I moved away slightly. I sat my drink in the holder then moved back to him. Letting him know that I was ready to move forward, I grinned at him and said, "Now where were we?"

Then he kissed me again, lightly at first but then with more passion. His kiss felt so good, so soft and gentle. I couldn't help myself, I had to feel his skin under my touch, I slipped my hands back up under his shirt. He was kissing and nibbling all over on me, my lip, my chin, my ear and down my neck. I shivered slightly, a good shiver, a sensual shiver. I moved closer yet and let my fingers move in lazy movements across his chest.

When he started to move his fingers up my thigh along the slit of dress I started getting so turned on I could hardly stand it. I could see something flash in his eyes as he reached the top of my stockings and realized I was wearing stockings and not panty hose. I could tell that turned him on so I casually moved my hands lower on his chest till I could feel his erection against my arm. Oh yeah, he was turned on all right - and that turned me on even more. I could sense his hesitation though as he continued to stroke his hand up and down my outer thigh almost like he was waiting for me to make the first move. "What a dilemma," I thought to myself, "He wants me to make the first move and I want him to go for it."

By this time the limo had come to a stop by the river. Bill continued stroking my thigh with one hand but with the other I felt him reach across and hit a button. Suddenly a sky roof opened in the limo and we were looking up at a bright star-lit sky with an almost full moom beaming down on us. "Isn't that beautiful," I uttered. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied so softly I almost missed it.

"O go for it I told myself," as I shifted myself so I was almost completely on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and, going for broke, I kissed him. There was nothing tentative about this kiss, it was a full-blown, hot, passionate, mind blowing kiss. I could sense him responding as our tongues met and duelled in hot fiery need. As we kissed I adjusted myself a little further onto his lap and I could feel his erection against me. I rubbed against it, gently but firmly enough to let him know I could feel it and wasn't backing away from it. Breaking our kiss I moved my hands back up his chest removing his shirt as I did so. Then leaning forward I kissed his chest. Then I ran my tongue around his nipples, softly kissing and nippling at them. At the same time I rubbed myself a little harder against his erection and heard him moan, "Diana."

 

[willywanker]

Billy Watson

So excited I was almost out of my mind, I fell back to that insecure geek I had been in high school. The kisses we shared were just that, shared. She wanted this as much as I did. So why was I putting it off? Still looking for ways to keep from making a move, I leaned over and open the moonroof, a very apt description tonight. Diana looked up and said its beautiful. "Not nearly as beautiful as you" I responded. Our kisses became even more passionate. Diana was nearly in my lap as she pulled my shirt over my head. I loved the feel on her hands on my bare skin, but when she started to kiss my chest and around my nipples, I could sit still no longer.

Moaning her name, "Diana, Diana" I turned and moved her from my lap, back onto the seat. Quickly, I leaned in to kiss her as she looked at me, trying to understand what was happening. I dropped to my knees on the floor of the limo, my hands again traveling up the split on the side of her dress. This time when I reached the top, instead of starting back down, my hand slipped inside, running across the top of her hose. Diana's legs moved apart as my hand reached the inside of her thigh and started to move upward, now touching bare skin myself. My lips still fastened to hers now parted as our tounges slipped between to dance against each others. Diana lifted her hips, allowing her dress to slip higher, my hands moving ever so slowly upwards. Before my fingers touched the silky smoothness of her panties, I could feel the heat, my fingers also feeling the moistness there.

My fingers trailed up and down the front of her panties for a moment before passion took over. My other hand moved up and both hands slid to the outside of her hips, by fingers catching in the sides of her panties, pulling them downward.
Diana's hips raised again from the seat, her panties sliding down and her dress sliding up. Pulling my lips from hers, I sat back on my heels and picked up her right leg. My eyes locked with hers, I began to nibble my way from her ankle, up her leg, nibbling the hose covered leg as I moved upwards. Reaching the top of her hose, I looked one more time into her eyes before pulling her hips to the edge of the seat and burying my face in the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. I really wanted to be patient, to tease, to move slow, but found myself swept away in passion. My tounge wanted to be everywhere at once, parting her wet lips, sinking deep into her hot pussy, moving up to circle round and round her clit. My lack of control didn't seem to hurt my preformance, as Diana wrapped her legs around my head onto my back and tangling her fingers in my hair, moaneding "Bill, Bill!!!"