Reunion

My 20th high school reunion came around way too soon for my liking. How did I get to be thirty-eight, LOL? I signed up to go, with Jesse, my husband. And the night before the big event, there was an informal gathering in the lobby bar of a Weston's closer to the city. People were flying in from all over the world, literally. And Jesse was anxious to meet my old friends that he hadn't already gotten to know. Classmates would check in across the lobby and wave to us as they dragged their luggage to the elevator. They each joined us a few minutes later.

Among them, I saw Mason drift in with his roller bag. During our high school years, he had spent many evenings between my legs in lovers' lanes, behind old barns, in basements and even in my bedroom. I was secretly embarrassed to feel myself getting aroused in that place I'd shared with him. I took a deep breath and looked over at Jesse to assure myself he hadn't noticed my reaction. He hadn't, I don't think.

Mason came down later and mostly hung out with the other single guys. I had heard he was divorced. He swung by our table - we were sitting with Chad and Lucy who had flown in from Minneapolis. "Hello Becca. And you must be Jesse," he offered.

"Hi, yes he is. Jesse, this is Mason. He played trombone in the band. And Mason, this is Chad's wife Lucy." Everybody shook hands.

I sure wasn't a virgin when I started dating Jesse, but he was cool enough never to ask which of the boys from town had bedded me, if bedded is the right term. I couldn't tell if he thought Mason might be one of them.

Mason went off to chat up some of the other girls from my class. I remembered having had good reason to be jealous of a couple of them, but now it didn't seem to matter. After all, I hadn't exactly been exclusive with Mason. In fact, Chad had also got into my panties, as had Flynn, who swung by with his wife, Darcy, a few minutes later.

A few of us decided to drop by Paddy's Ale House, the local Irish pub. Jesse had to fly out to Spain the next morning so he begged off after one Guinness. He took the car, and I was going to take a cab. Mason was sitting way at the other end of the place, so I don't think Jesse picked up on the electricity between us.

I ran into Mason on the way back from the ladies room. It wasn't a coincidence. "I've missed you, Becks," he said as we briefly hugged each other. "Can we, you know, duck out the back?" And we did.

We talked for a while. Mason's marriage had gone south when they both started cheating. "She was never as much fun as you, Becks." We embraced and started kissing. His hand wandered over my chest and then down to my knee.

I'd been a good girl most of my marriage, except for the two lapses I've already told you about. But darn it all, I couldn't believe how exciting it was to be embracing Mason again.

His hand moved pulled up the hem of my skirt - the little cocktail dress had finally graduated to Good Will when I couldn't get into it any more. I was sure he could feel the dampness in my pantyhose. My hand was on the bulge in his pants when Chad and Lucy came out to their car. They both gave us a naughty thumbs up and left. But that was embarrassing enough that we decided to quit. "Can I give you a ride home?" Mason asked.

In the car, he suggested we detour to his hotel room, but I told him how early I had to get up to take Jesse to the airport. When we got to my home and pulled into the drive beside the garage, I could see the bedroom light was already out. "Jesse is asleep," I told him.

Mason turned off the headlights. We chatted some more in the dark rental. But chatting led to kissing. Mason's hand went up under my blouse this time and pulled my 34D bra down as well. I opened the blouse for him and undid my bra.

His kisses moved to my neck and then my nipples. His tongue expertly circled there while his hand slid up over the mesh fabric of my pantyhose. Though he started rubbing my pussy through the cotton padding, I knew from experience with him that these here nylons had been worn for the last time.

Mason reached across my seat to recline it, but I ended up pulling the lever myself. The seat fell back as far as it would go. To give him room, I grabbed the bar in front and slid the seat back as he climbed over me. I was undoing his belt and zipper when I felt the fabric tearing on my panty hose. He yanked it aside, exposing my wet, naked sex, though it wasn't like he could see anything.

His fingers felt so good playing in my wetness and his shaft was warm and throbbing in my hand after I pulled it out of his pants and stroked him. "You're going to fuck me right in my driveway aren't you."

"Only if you let me," he drawled, as if I wasn't going to let him. At times like these, your normal life becomes a distant world and loses its constraints on you.

I opened Mason's pants wider and off his hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, but left my damaged panty hose on. I don't know how he managed it but he got his head between my legs and started kissing my pussy lips. Then it was his tongue. My clit became engorged as two fingers pushed up inside. He finger fucked me and licked me until my orgasm was in full bloom. Then he pulled out his fingers and climbed back over me. I guided his eager organ into my zealous opening.

He drove his shaft in all the way and took to pounding, just like the old days, LOL. God it felt good. There was something different about how he used me. Coercion. Vigor. Drive. We fucked like that for a few minutes.

"Want me on my knees?" I offered. He pulled out and I turned over on the seat. I knew he liked doggie style, and well, so did I.

"Maybe in back," he suggested, and we both slithered like serpents over the reclined seat into to the more spacious back row. So much more room. So deep inside me. Pounding, pounding. Both panting, moaning. So good.

"You better stop before ...," but it was too late. He shot his payload. No point in stopping him now. I love the way the slipperiness in there changes when a man's semen mixes with my lubrication. And then he was done.

"I'm sorry, Becks. You're not on birth control.?"

"No. No," I started to choke up. "Jesse and me," suppressing sobs, "are trying ..."

"...to have a baby?" he interrupted, "Oh no. Oh no."