The 10 Year Reunion

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“Oh, my gosh, I was so nervous,” Nikki thought as she paced the suite. “I have not seen Vikki since just after high school, a little over ten years ago.”This weekend was our tenth-anniversary reunion. I waited in the suite we would share while at the celebration. I hoped Vikki liked everything. I moved the flowers I brought to the center of the table. I rubbed my hands on my wool slacks hoping to keep them dry. Waiting for her was worse than graduating from college and starting my first job.I remembered how Vikki and I were through school, two girls, inseparable. We weren’t cheerleaders or athletes, just two teen girls who were best friends. We slept over at each other’s house and did almost everything together. We were like sisters, with all the time we spent together, but without the petty squabbles and fights. She left, went to college, married and had a son. I stayed single, started working after graduation from university and now ran my own successful small business.I heard that Vikki divorced her husband for cheating on her and kept their small bungalow with her son. She got sole custody of her son and raised him with no help from her ex-husband. She brought him back with her to the reunion but left him with her parents for the weekend. The reunion was our time to reconnect and share.I had a few boyfriends over the years but preferred the pleasure and company of women. They were softer and knew better how to treat and please a woman in so many ways. I knew in high school that I wanted the company of a woman but never went further than just friendship. It wasn’t until college when I discovered the pleasure of spending time with a woman. My first roommate and I slept together every night and explored each other pleasuring and lusting for other women and each other.As I waited for Vikki, I wondered if she and I would resume our friendship and maybe start a relationship as lovers. I couldn’t wait to find out. I wanted Vikki in my bed when she arrived. I remembered how sexy she was, with long dirty-blonde hair, piqued nose, emerald eyes and puffy lips. I wanted to gaze upon her face and feel her lips against mine as we kissed and let our tongues poke each other. I remembered how soft she was with small breasts and large hard nipples that poked through her bra. Her waist was narrow with hips that flared and undulated as she walked causing men to stare. I loved to walk behind her and watch her ass move. I wanted to put my hands on her ass and drive my tongue deep into her. Her legs were slim, long and very muscular.It was three o’clock, and Vikki planned to arrive at three thirty. She knew the room number and did not need to check in. She would come straight to the suite and into my arms. I planned this day for weeks since I knew the reunion came up in the news. My lust for Vikki increased, as the time drew closer. My fear also grew. I was not sure if Vikki would feel the same toward me. After all, she had a husband and as far as I knew, only dated men. Lusting after her was a big gamble on my part.As I paced our suite, I almost missed the soft, hesitant knock on the door. I flew across the suite in delicious anticipation. I threw open the door, and my eyes surveyed the woman standing in front of me. She was beautiful, more gorgeous than I remembered. My eyes took her in from top to bottom and back; she was still an appealing example of sexy womanhood.”Come in, come in,” I anxiously repeated and stepped aside to let her breeze into the foyer.She strutted into the room, as her perfume filled my head with visions of her lying naked in my bed. I watched her saunter with her hips etlik escort gyrating and my mouth salivating to taste her. She walked into the sitting room, pulled up her rolling suitcase and turned to gaze at me.Her severely pulled back hair was tight against her head and gathered in a long flowing ponytail perfect for travel. Perfectly plucked and sculpted eyebrows colored to match her eyelashes and eyeliner framed her eyes. Her mascara delicately applied highlighted and wrapped her eyes making them the focal point of her face. Her eyeliner ended on her eyes with a little bit of an upward flare adding a look of mystery. Her bright emerald eyes shone like deep green pools surrounded by the accentuating colors of eye makeup. Those eyes drew my gaze directly to stare and plunge into them making her more alluring.Her blush accentuated her high defined cheekbones and set off her eyes. The blush tapered forming a flowing frame for her full enticing lips. Her lipstick flowed smoothly across her lips shaping her mouth and forcing my thoughts to place my lips tenderly against hers sucking her into me. She stood there, and all I wanted was to grab her, wrap her in my arms and bury her face against mine.I restrained my desires and casually walked the short path to her. I put my arms around her, air kissed each side of her face and pulled back. I looked into her beautiful face and whispered, “You look good enough to eat you gorgeous piece of womanhood.”We laughed and shook each other. The weekend had begun, and we were back together, two fabulous friends.”Your room is the door on the left, the bathroom in the middle and my room is on the right. Are you ready for an exciting weekend? Put your things away. Then join me for some champagne before we leave for our welcoming dinner and dancing. We have so much to catch up on tonight and all weekend.”I put my hands on her upper arms and held her while my eyes traveled from her face to her feet and back. Her body was different, but a remarkable sight in my eyes and mind. Her breasts were larger and still stood proudly. Her nipples poked through her bra and showed through her white silk blouse. Her waist narrowed to accentuate her widely flaring hips. As I took in her body, my mind played a pornographic scene of us in bed fucking long and hard. My body tingled with the thought as my womanhood flushed with warmth and wetness.”Let me put my bag away and unpack. Before we go to dinner, I want to shower and change into clothes that are more suitable for the night. We have a lot to catch up on and spend time together this weekend.” Vikki whispered in a husky, sexy voice. She rolled her suitcase into her room but left the door open.My pussy leaked at the sound of her voice. I sat watching her as she moved into her room putting her clothes away. My mind wanted her and ran several scenarios to make love to this woman. With the door open, as if she wanted me to watch, she slowly sensually removed her clothes. Eagerly, I moved to gaze intently at her to gather the exposed visage before me.She stood with her back to me facing a full-length mirror so that I could witness her beautiful full body. My excitement rose as she stepped out of her shoes and bent to push them aside. She stood up looking directly into my eyes watching her in the mirror. My breath halted as I gulped and flushed. A small wicked smile painted her face and slowly faded. She knew what my desire was and teased me.My breath returned, as she slowly unbuttoned the frilly silk blouse. My lust for her grew. She removed her blouse revealing a camisole covering keçiören escort her bra. She tossed her blouse carelessly onto the bed. Vikki carefully ran her hands down her sides smoothing the camisole and pulling it tight highlighting her breasts and showing her tight stomach muscles. So far, I liked what I saw and my lust to possess her grew.Her arms hugged her as she twirled to show her body. Her hands deftly moved to her side as she pulled the zipper on her slacks. Teasing, she shook her hips as her pants fell in a pile on the floor. She stepped out of the slacks, bending with her legs spread slightly to highlight the taut muscles of her ass. As I watched, my pussy clenched and grew wetter with desire. Her lace high cut bikini panties accented her ass and barely covered her womanhood. I salivated at the thought of tasting her. Her haphazardly tossed slacks joined her blouse. She ran her fingers around the top of her panties and pulled them up exposing more of her luscious ass. I licked my lips moaning softly.As I looked at her butt, her hands pushed the spaghetti straps of her camisole down her arms. She turned to face me teasing with her breasts holding the camisole from falling to her feet. With one hand she pulled it off her breasts but covered them with her other arm. I frowned at the tease, and she smiled playfully. She kicked the camisole onto the bed quickly.As she stared at me, her hands went behind her back and unhooked her black lace bra. I salivated anticipating the vision of her larger breasts. Her bra straps came off her arms, and the only things holding her bra were her hard erect nipples. She tugged her bra off and tossed it on the bed. A look of surprise and pleasure filled my face as her hands cupped each breast and raised them toward me. It was as if she offered them to me. I wanted to move and taste her, but she turned around and looked at her body in the mirror.She quickly hooked her hands in the top of her panties and removed them. She grabbed her shower bottles and disappeared. I heard the sound from the surge of the shower, and then the water quieted as she entered. I stood outside the bathroom door mentally wrestling to join her or leave her alone.I paced outside the bathroom. I wanted to join Vikki but knew that we would never make the opening reception. My hand furtively went to the doorknob, but I pulled away and went back to drink some more champagne.The sound of the shower died, the door to her room opened, and she entered wrapped in a towel. She closed the door I watched her through too. I waited while dreaming of drying her body applying creams and oils and helping her dress. Before I finished my fantasy, she stood in front of me ready to party.I looked at her and almost gave her a wolf whistle. Her legs encased in black nylons highlighted the scandalously short, tight-fitting body-hugging dark blue skirt. Her waist, accented by a wide belt, held in a multi-colored blouse, open to expose the top of her lace covered breasts. I envied how great she looked and lusted to touch her. She looked younger than her years and ready to party the night away.Vikki walked over to me, grabbed the glass of champagne from my hand, raised it to her lips and drained it in one gulp. She looked down at me and said, “Nikki, let’s go. I am ready to party.””You sure are, Vikki. You are one fine hot MILF.”She reached out, grabbed my hand and pulled me up to her. Her arms embraced me, and our lips met in a soft loving kiss. We broke apart and headed out the door to the hotel’s grand ballroom. As we walked, Vikki held my hand reminding kızılay escort me how close we were in high school. It felt as if we never parted ten years earlier. We were back together.As we entered the ballroom and picked out our name tags, I noticed the groups around the room. The jocks, spouses, and others huddled with the cheerleaders. The band was separate with a mingling of chorus members. The brains gathered in a corner around a table where they gestured and drew pictures of things and designs. Other smaller groups formed of people who hung out but were not part of a larger gathering. Vikki and I moved among these smaller groups greeting and chatting with a few friends. We did not stay with one group but drifted about looking for others we knew better. We settled for a group of friends who shared classes with us almost every year.Dinner was quiet with mediocre food that seemed mass-produced rather than individually made. We sat at a table with friends and got closer to each other. Vikki held my hand under the table as if she were afraid to be there and let go. The warmth of her hand and her closeness stoked the fires of desire and lust in me. I wanted to leave and be alone with her.By eleven o’clock, the party ended. Most people left to join smaller house parties or went to their rooms for some privacy. Vikki and I danced together after dinner, and the feel of her body against mine fueled the fires for later that night. Our bodies molded well when we held each other tightly. Vikki liked to rest her head on my shoulder and occasionally whispered endearments to me. The dancing got more suggestive; my hands explored her body. Vikki whispered, “Let’s go back to the room. I feel tired from the drive and the excitement of the evening. We have a lot to talk about, and I want to get back together with you.”My heart sped up and beat loudly at her desire. It was time; she wanted to be with me. I grabbed her, and we went quickly from the ballroom to the elevator. We held hands the whole time until we reached our room. After we had entered, I put another bottle of champagne on ice and stripped out of my clothes into a sheer see-through negligee. Vikki went to her room and re-appeared in a sheer purple negligee that showed her body and highlighted her breasts and ass. My lust-filled eyes surveyed her body as my tongue moistened my lips. She was beautiful! My desire increased, and I felt my pussy clench and my stomach tumble eager to be with her.A thought crossed my mind, “This woman planned this night for me. When we were in school and slept together, she wore flannel pajama pants and tops, nothing so sexy.”We sat on the love seat after I opened the champagne and turned on the TV to have some noise in the background. The talk was mostly chitchat, but as the champagne added to the earlier champagne’s effect, the inhibitions lowered, and we moved closer, so our bodies touched. At first, our legs touched, and I felt a spark that sent a shudder through Vikki. We turned to face each other. Our eyes met, and I saw lust staring back at me. Our lips gently touched, as our heads moved closer. I slowly moved my hand up to cradle the back of her head keeping our lips together and kissing her harder. My lust and love for Vikki increased as my heart fluttered.Our lips broke apart, and Vikki whispered catching her breath, “Oh, Nikki, I have wanted to do that, since we parted after high school. I have missed you and your love for a long time.”Shakily I replied, “Vikki, I have loved you since high school, but was never sure you would return that love.””After my divorce, I wanted to run to you, but pride and family kept me away. Now that we are together, I saw that my staying away was a mistake. I want you so much. Take me to bed!” Vikki lustily moaned.While we sat on the love seat, Vikki moaned softly with each kiss. With each groan, my heart soared with my love for her.

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