This past weekend I attended my high school reunion. I enjoyed seeing my classmates - some I had not seen for at least 20 years. My wife and I had a great time. As we walked back to our hotel room, she suggested I get a few of my business cards from the console of our car and give them out to my friends. As I walked back into the ballroom, Sharon walked up to me and gave me a hug. All night Sharon had been really "touchy-feely." She and I walked over and conversed with 3 or 4 other classmates for quite some time.

Eventually, we were left alone as the remaining crowd left the ball room to sit by the pool. We continued to talk.

Shyly, Sharon reminded me of a message I had written in her yearbook. Earlier that night, I reminded her of our one and only date and how it did not end with a kiss but with a hug. When she was done reminiscing, I took her by the hand and led her to a dark corner of the room that was covered by potted plantsgreenery. As we stood facing each other, Sharon said, "Keith, we can't do this. You're married." K: I'm just wanting to get that kiss that I've been denied for twenty years. Without touching, I leaned over and kissed her. Her full lips were delightful. As I nibbled on her lower lip, the taste of red wine was itself intoxicating. As we continued our embrace, she began to respond with rapid, shallow breathing. Slowly, I placed my hands around her and lifted her skirt until I held her bare soft place in my hand.

She responded by lifting her leg and wrapping it around my lower back.

She spun around 180 degrees. My thingy was now throbbing and pressed squarely between her soft place cheeks.

As I kissed her neck, with my left hand, I massaged her breast through her dress.

I reached around her waist and with my right hand, I rubbed her lower abdomen. The years had been kind to Sharon and she was quite fit for a near 40-year-old.

I could smell Sharon's sex.

As she moaned, I increased the intensity of my rubbing. She reached behind her and began to stroke my length. With that, I lowered my zipper which, with a gentle soft placeist from Sharon, allowed my length to spring free. When she felt the warmth of my thingy between her cheeks, she spread her legs slightly and leaned forward - locking her legs and tensed buttocks. I pressed forward, parting her lips and pushing past the thin string of her thong. As I continued to move forward, I quickly realized I had missed the mark. But I did notice that with her warm, engorged lips wrapped around my shaft, she was more than ready to play. I pulled back and between my aiming up and Sharon's leaning forward a bit and rotating her pelvis up ever so slightly, the second stroke found its home. Oh! and what a home it was. Her softness was so nice.

It was tight without being too tight. With each stroke, I felt the rings of muscle along the shaft of my length. I would pull almost all the way out - until my bulbous tip pulled against the opening of her love. With this hot spontaneous public display, I was all too aware that if I gave into my mounting urge to simply pound away, our tryst would be over before it got started. Moving my hands to her hips, I slid all the way inside, as deeply as I could go, pulling her into me. Sharon's response was a guttural "oooOOOOHHHHhhh-Unnnnnhhhhhhh." I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. K: Sharon, your softness is wonderful. I could play you all night. S: Keith, you're thingy feel's soooo good. It's so damned good. With that, Sharon leaned down onto a high chair that was near the wall and placing her hands on the back of the chair, she pushed against me - momentarily making me take a half step backward.

With that, it was clear to me that she was now in charge and would set the pace. At first, I simply stood still and she would pull herself to and fro along my shaft.

She reached around and fondled my balls, kneading them.

Gradually, she quickened her pace. We began to meet each other's thrust with equal force. Within 8 or 10 thrusts, we were pounding away at porn star speed. As if she were reading my mind, Sharon moaned almost unintelligibly that she wanted it all, that she wanted my cum to fill her softness.

Her request was so raw that the sheer eroticism soft placeociated with it was nearly enough to put me over the top.

After 8 or so strokes I responded that I was about to cum. K: Sharon, I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum.

Sharon moaned and squealed in anticipation.

For the remaining thrusts, she leaned her head back, teeth clinched.

As cum made its way up from my groin, sensing the impending explosion, Sharon let her head drop down.

As the first wave of hot cum shot into her, her arms gave out on her so that the side of her face was cemented against the seat and her arms were like spaghetti.

I came boatloads and when finished, I collapsed on top of her and leaned down to shower her with passionate kisses. As we stood, we were startled to hear an individual clapping. In the low lighting, we both strained to determine who this was. The outline was clearly female. As this girl came closer, we were both frozen. It was Wanda. "Don't worry, KeithSharon, your secret is safe with me, of course, as long as I get what I want too." to be continued...