Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... heels were carefully placed one in front of the other. As she walked through the door, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention and then said. "Don't keep this hot bod waiting too long, baby, or I might head out by myself."

Unlike my shower, I wasted no time getting dressed. A navy blue suit, white shirt, and striped necktie. It is just the right outfit to complement Marsha's sexy dress.

I was still fidgeting with the Windsor knot at my neck as I walked down the stairs. "Here, let me help you with that," Marsha offered.

Her skillful fingers made short work of evening out the silk fabric, drawing my tie into a perfect knot. As she straightened out my tie, her wonderful perfume wafted up from her soft, sensuous cleavage, tickling my nostrils. I couldn't wait till later when I'd be able to bury my nose there and get the full effect of her sweet fragrance.

I slipped on my suit coat and grabbed my keys from the table beside the front door. "Ready?" I asked.

"You betcha," Marsha replied as she grabbed the small clutch handbag containing whatever women needed for an evening out with their man.

She slipped into the passenger seat, making sure I got an eyeful of sexy silk-covered legs, and I paused a moment to let the image of her shapely legs burn into my brain. The evening hadn't even started, and my passionate mate was already seducing me.

As I turned the key and buckled my seat belt, I glanced at Marsha. "You gonna buckle up?" I ...

... asked.

"What and wrinkle my new dress," she replied, then added. "You'll drive real careful, won't you."

"Sure," I replied.

The drive to the country club took maybe twenty minutes, and we arrived as Marsha had said fashionably late. I jumped out and walked around to open her door and offer my hand, which she accepted with a broad smile. The early evening air still held much of the sweltering heat from the record high of that afternoon, and off in the distance, the faint sound of thunder could be heard.

Stepping out of the car, Marsha smoothed her dress down over her shapely thighs and then asked. "How do I look?"

I took a step back, still holding her delicate hand, and replied. "You look better than any woman here."

She smiled and squeezed my hand, then began to say. "But you haven't seen..."

I interrupted her to reply. "It doesn't matter what they look like. You're still the hottest-looking woman here."

Marsha moved close to me and gave me a light kiss, then wrapped her arm around mine as I escorted her toward the large white double doors to the club's banquet hall. My chest swelled with pride having her on my arm, and I was damn glad she'd talked me into coming to this affair.

I pulled one heavy door open, and Marsha stepped inside, then stopped waiting for me to follow. Her delicate hand wrapped around my arm as we surveyed the crowd. Of those folks who took notice of our arrival, most began smiling. I assumed not because they'd recognized me but because of ...