A Spicy Reunion

This is based on a real incident that happened earlier this year, so the characters and some places have been anonymised, and some minor details changed.

I was excited, and honestly, a bit nervous about meeting him after so long. Yes, we have chatted on and off online, but a face-to-face meeting is different. It has been about fifteen years since we graduated from high school and went our separate ways, and now we find ourselves this weekend at Seattle, on the other side of the world!

Part of my nervousness stemmed from the fact that I had a crush on for a long while in school, and I have a strong suspicion that he had one on me too. It was a time we were shy enough to not communicate such things to each other; being in a conservative country didn't help either. Anyway, that is a thing of the past -- he's now relatively newly married, while I had a couple of flings that didn't last.

We met for dinner at the hotel where he was staying. It didn't take long to get any potential awkwardness out of the way. We chatted and laughed, talked about our school days, how life has been for each other since then, how we settled in the same country after all, and so many other things. The evening was lovely, and since none of us were in a rush to go to bed on a Friday night, we decided to go to his room to keep the chat going.

Maybe it was the wine, or the bubbling up of old memories, but I could feel an urge building up inside me. I was determined not to bring up the topic of my crush on him, but I couldn't help it. I regretted the moment I said it, and expected him to get upset -- but he didn't! He confirmed that that he too had a crush on me. That kinda broke the dam for me I guess, and against my better judgement, my deepest thought came out loudly. I told him that most of my 10th grade year was spent dreaming that I would lose my virginity to him!

He blushed at this, and said that he was ahead of me on this -- it was actually 9th grade for him. I told him he was a naughty brat, and he asked whether it made him naughtier if he admitted that he had jacked off scores of times to the idea of making love to me.

Even after all this, I was getting a feeling that he was being somewhat hesitant to keep the discussion going. I understood that perfectly. After all, he was married, and talking about sex stuff with an old crush is a big no-no in a marriage, especially with the spouse not present. But my heart rate was already up, and I could feel my panty getting pretty wet; try as I may, I could not steer my mind from sex. We sat in silence for about a minute, finishing our wine, and then it happened.

The fantasy that had been steadily working its way up from the deepest recesses of my mind for the last few days suddenly seemed like a real possibility. In my rational mind I knew it wasn't to be, but somehow I couldn't suppress the thought. I suddenly held his hand tight, looked straight at him, and blurted out that I was still a virgin.

This had the exact reaction that I was expecting -- he was initially shocked at this very personal information, and then came the look of surprise! Of course he didn't believe me, and it took a lot of convincing to make him believe me. And by then we had fallen far too much down the slippery slope of today's events to come back up. I suddenly felt very confident and empowered about everything I was doing, and I pulled him close and kissed him. To my not-so-much surprise, he didn't pull back but reciprocated eagerly!

Our hands roamed all over each other's bodies and in about a minute, we had undressed each other (and ourselves -- it was hard to keep track) to our underwear. We were breathing heavily, and both of us too horny to worry about ethics. He kissed me again, and ran his lips down all over my body -- neck, boobs, stomach, and onto my thighs down to my knees. I softly moaned as my pussy got wetter and wetter.

He then took off my bra and played with my boobs, kissing, licking, and nibbling softly, and driving me insane. After he was done, he lay down as I took off his boxers. I remarked that his dick was larger and fatter than my toys, and that his wife must love to get it inside her! He blushed for a moment before I started sloppily sucking his throbbing cock. He was softly moaning, and I was literally trembling from having my wildest fantasies realised.

I now wanted him to eat me, and almost ripped my panty off. He literally dove right into the puddle of liquid that was my vulva, sending electric shocks through my whole body. I shut my eyes and enjoyed him working magic with his tongue on my pussy lips and clit. I had never experienced so much pleasure from anything in my life -- my vibrating dildo came a distant second! It was no wonder that I came hard within minutes, panting and needing a sip of water.

I needed a few more minutes for my body to calm down, as he patiently caressed my thighs and boobs with his tender fingers. I was hornier than any time in the evening -- so I indicated I was ready for him now. He hesitated a tiny bit, concerned that as a married man cheating on his wife, not having a condom would be the worst of the sins. I explained that since the red line was already crossed a while back, we might as well finish the job. Also, I was horny as hell and wanted his shaft in me right now!

I lay on my back as I saw his rock hard penis enter me smoothly. I don't think I can explain how it felt, but it was a pleasure like I had never experienced. This was the night I had fantasized so many times for the last 15 years, and I still couldn't believe it was happening. I thought I had reached the limits of being turned on but like many times today evening, I was wrong again. As he bent down to kiss me, while still passionately banging my dripping pussy, my head just exploded from excitement.

I moaned lightly, and so did he as he thrust in an out of me rapidly. Time flew fast as we fucked passionately, changing positions, our lips in a slobbery mess of fluids. My pussy juices had drenched his cock and crotch completely. I was living my most passionate dreams, and I could see from his face and his moans that he was too! In my mind, I was imagining 10th grade me sneaking off with him to a secluded lab or classroom and him pulling my panties to the side under my skirt to give me a good drilling! The fear of being found out had we done this in school was similar to the forbidden nature of what we were doing now, and it was hot as hell!

I was thinking all this while I was lying flat on my stomach, and him pumping me from behind. He said he was about to cum soon, and I thought of being extra naughty with him -- as soon as I felt his moaning and breaths quicken I wrapped my legs around his. He didn't notice at first, but soon realised he can't pull out when he came. He asked if I could loosen my grip, and I told him in a super sensual tone that I needed every drop of his warm spunk inside of me. It was too late anyway for negotiations, and I could soon feel his shakes and quivers, and my vagina filling up with his semen. It just felt so heavenly, it was almost unreal. He bent forward to kiss me, his dick still hard and emptying the last drops of cum inside me, and it pushed me over the edge yet again.

It was now a good time to head home. He asked me if I wanted to take a shower, but I declined. I put on my clothes, and was excited to see how his cum stained my panty. As I was about to leave, he pulled me in once more for a deep kiss! I loved the energy -- I guess there's always something about a first crush that occupies a part in your heart.