High School Reunion - Sex Stories

High School Reunion

... used to staying in a suit for this many hours!” “Please, it’s your room, make yourself comfortable. Do you mind if I take off my shoes? I so rarely wear heels this high, so my feet are killing me,” she replied. They sat together on the couch, nervously trying to make small talk while they waited for room service. Jim practically ran to the door when the waiter knocked. “Would you like some wine now?” he asked Amy. “I’d love some.” He poured them each a glass of wine and sat back down next to Amy. At first, they talked about their lives since they had last seen each other, and then they began to reminisce. “Do you remember graduation night, how scared and excited we were?” Jim asked. “I’ll never forget it. It was the most special night of my life. We were both so nervous, but you were so tender and made my first time so wonderful.” As she spoke, Amy reached out and put her hand on Jim’s leg. “You seemed to know everything to do and say to make me comfortable. And I can’t believe you actually made me come that night, too. Granted, not the first time, but the second time I did!” “Ah, for the good old days – two times, no waiting,” Jim quipped, and she laughed. He put his arm on the back of the couch and his hand started playing with her hair. “I’ve dreamed about the night many, many times over the past ten years.” “I wonder if it was just beginner’s luck, or if it really was as good as we remember it.” Amy turned toward Jim and leaned in for a kiss. Jim pulled her to him and ...

... began kissing her and stroking her back. Soon, he had unzipped her dress and was pulling it down off her shoulders. Her sheer, black lace bra barely covered her nipples, which were jutting out proudly. He put his hands on her breasts and began to play with her nipples through her bra. “You always had the most beautiful, responsive nipples. I’m glad to see that hasn’t changed!” Amy began unbuttoning his shirt, teasing, “It’s not fair – you can see mine, but I can’t see yours!” Soon she had his shirt off and was working on his belt and zipper. They both stood up. Her dress fell to the floor, and her tiny thong and matching bra were all she had on. She pushed his pants down, and he stood there in his boxers, the front tented out. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” she replied. He led her into the bedroom and they fell on the bed. His hand slid down her belly and inside her thong. She was already dripping wet. Her hand went to the front of his boxers, and found his cock already hard and throbbing. She pushed his underwear down, and he kicked it off the bed. She took his cock in her hand and began stroking it, gently, up and down the length of it and caressing the beautiful head. Meanwhile his fingers had found her clit and were rubbing and playing with it. She began to moan, and he pushed her thong down. He began to suck on her nipples through her bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, and slipped it off. Her breasts ...