High School Reunion - Part 1

High School Reunion - Part 1 [part 1 of 4]
By: NYFireBird (nyfirebird9@yahoo.com)

Rachael's Story - Part 1

She was almost late to the party. The flight from LAX to Chicago was uneventful, but, as usual, O'Hare was a bitch to fly out of. No one knew of her plans, least of all the one person she was really looking forward to seeing and it seemed like an eternity before her plane landed in Newburgh.

Had it really been thirty years? Somehow visiting her home town always made her feel as if she were still in high school, a fact her parents both joked about and privately loathed. But 3000 miles away from husband, children and other "adult" responsibilities always made her feel young. And free. And wildly adventurous. She wondered if he would feel the same.

She wore a short blue dress which outlined the curves of her "much thinner than she was in high school" figure. Remembering the surprised looks she'd received ten years earlier, she felt almost nervous in anticipation of the reaction from someone she hadn't seen in over three decades. Someone who had given her her first taste of sexual hunger.

As she drove to the hotel, her mind recalled an earlier time. A hotel somewhere in Canada. Just enough beer to relax her and a quiet room in which she could indulge her youthful desires. Unfortunately they had been interrupted by a rowdy group of drunken partiers, so what could have been a very memorable evening dissolved into a what could have been regret. She wondered if he remembered it as well and given the opportunity would like to finish what they had started all those years ago.

"Get a grip, girl!" she cursed herself. "You're close to fifty years old. You're MARRIED, and so is he. Don't even think about it." But it was all she could think about as she parked her car and started walking toward the hotel. They had talked about this on-line. He had teased that he didn't scare easily when she'd suggested he might be afraid that she were serious. She was only afraid he thought she wasn't.

The signs told her where the party was going to be held. She stood for a long time at the doorway but she didn't see him anywhere. All she saw was a crowd of OLD people who had assembled there. Were these really her classmates from high school, or a group of their parents? The women were frumpy, wrinkled and gray. The men could sink a cruiser with their combined weight. Was that her old high school crush at the bar? Must weigh over 200 pounds. What did she ever see in him? She needed some air.

The sun was about to set as she walked out the back door towards the golf course. There, in the distance she saw him. He was lost in his own memories of another time when she walked up the grade.

"It's still a beautiful view, isn't it, Bobby?" she whispered.

At the sound of his name, he turned to face her.

"Yes it is, now that you're here. I was hoping you'd come."

Yes, he was a bit older, she thought, but his eyes were just as bright and warm as she remembered. Without thinking, she put her arms around him and kissed him warmly. It was suppose to be a friendly greeting, but when he pulled her to him, the fires he had lit in their youth began to ignite a blaze she thought long extinguished.

She parted her lips slightly allowing his tongue to find hers. If she had any doubts of his fears, they were quickly erased by the touch of his fingers under her dress. She didn't care where she was, or who might see them. She felt his hardening cock against her very wet crotch and knew instantly he had not forgotten their brief moment together. She closed her eyes as his finger pulled her panties to her knees and began teasing her clit until she felt her juices flow over him.

Her knees were beginning to weaken.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I had to cancel my trip to California." He knelt at her feet and began licking the moisture between her legs. She trembled as the first small orgasm overtook her, pulling on his hair, forcing him deep into her.

"Oh, God, please fuck me." she barely was able to voice the words.

He pulled her down onto the ground. Her fingers nearly tearing the zipper from his pants. She put his hard throbbing cock into her mouth, licking and sucking the tip, down the shaft. Her fingers gently caressing his balls. His pleasure was nearly unbearable. She lay back on the wet grass and opened her inviting legs for him. And invitation long overdue.

He entered her easily, felt the muscles clench almost immediately. She wrapped her legs around his back pulling him in deeper and harder, her hips matching his rhythm perfectly. It was as if they had been transported back in time, to that other place meant for young lovers discovering each other for the very first time.

She knew she couldn't cry out, the sound in the darkness would certainly alert anyone inside the hotel, or anyone else within a hundred miles. She pulled him tightly to her and as she felt him begin to come, let her own sensations free.

It had been what was once called a "quickie", but as they fixed their clothing and innocently made their way back to the party, she flashed him an inviting grin and whispered seductively,

"Where are you staying?"

This was turning out to be a must better "reunion" than she had ever imagined.

To be continued....