The Reunion

It was convention season, and my company had sent me to yet another vendor show. I was in a large ballroom filled with hundreds of people and it seemed like just as many vendors. I walked from table to table, weaving through the throng of people, glancing over the products each offered. As I was glancing over the products, the vendors were glancing me over, trying to see what I had to offer. Their eyes frequently settled on my chest.

I didn't mind their glances. I was used it. I developed early, and my whole life I've had to deal with men and women undressing me with their eyes. Coupling this fact with my dark skin, eyes and hair, I tended to be eye candy for a lot of people.

"Rebecca!" I heard someone call from behind me. I turned around and was face to face with Michael Shannon. Michael and I had grown up together. We met when we were six and attended the same school up until we graduated. We lost contact after that.

Michael was breathtaking. He was about a head taller than me, tan, lean and extremely muscular. He had the same dark brown eyes that I remembered from when I saw him five years ago. I couldn't help but stare at him.

"I thought that was you!" he exclaimed, seeming as shocked to see me as I was to see him. "You haven't changed a bit. You look the same as you did when we graduated high school. Although, I think you may have gotten prettier."

I blushed. "Michael! How are you?"

"I'm good. I'm just in town for a couple of days for this convention. I guess you are too." He smiled. "I thought I saw you and wanted to come over say hi. How are you?"

"I'm great. Man, I can't believe it's really you. It seems like it's been so long."

"Yeah, it does. Hey, I've got to check out a few more vendors. Why don't you meet me for drinks in the lobby in an hour. We can catch up," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I replied.

***

Michael and I were sitting at a secluded table in the hotel's bar. We chatted about work. I found out that he had graduated with a degree in architecture and had just been hired at a small firm in Boston. I told him that I had been working as a project manager at a construction company in Chicago. We chatted about life. When he told me he was single, I did a mental victory dance.

The waiter came by and dropped off our next round of drinks. Looking at the full martini glass on the table made me aware of how full my bladder was.

I excused myself to the bathroom. When I stood up, I smacked right into a waiter holding a tray full of food. I slipped and fell hard on my butt, all of the food on the tray landing on me. Michael stood up quickly made his way to my side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, helping me to my feet. The waiter was behind him, apologizing profusely.

"My room is just upstairs. Come on let's go get you cleaned up. You're a mess."

I could only imagine what I looked like. I agreed and followed him to his room.

***

I grabbed a few towels, and walked into the bathroom. I finally got a look in the mirror. I was completely covered in food. I gasped.

"Are you okay?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, I'm just finally seeing how much of a mess I am."

He chuckled on the other side of the door. Carefully, I removed my clothes and rolled them up in a towel so I wouldn't get food all over the place. I cracked the bathroom door and handed him the wad of fabric. He handed me a white robe in return. I couldn't help but think about how good he looked.

"Thanks," I said as I closed the door behind me.

I stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. The hot water felt good as it washed over my skin. I could feel the bits of food falling off of me. I chuckled to myself. This could only happen to me. My laughing was cut short when I heard the bathroom door open. I stuck my head out of the curtain and saw Michael. He was standing there in a pair of lounge pants and no shirt. I couldn't help but look him over.

"I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Do you need anything?"

"Ummm ..." I hesitated. Would it be bad if I said, 'yes, you' to him? This thought made me blush and I was sure he saw it. "I have shampoo and soap ..."

"Are you sure there's nothing you need?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking a step forward.

"I think I have everything I need," I replied, attempting to maintain composure. Everything in my head went blank, and all I could think about was what would happen if he came much closer.

He took another step forward and lowered his voice. "Is there anything you want, then?" His eyes were burning into mine.

He took another step forward, completely closing the space between us. He lowered his lips to mine, and lightly kissed me.

"Michael," I said to get his attention.

He took a step back, and blushed furiously. "I'm sorry." He turned and exited the bathroom.

I took a second to catch my breath. I hastened to finish my shower, trying to remove the last of the food stuck to me. I turned off the water, got out of the shower, dried off and put on the robe as quickly as I could.

I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. Michael was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching TV. He still had his lounge pants on, but he had a shirt on now. I walked around to the side where he was, and sat on the bed next to his chair.

"Michael ..."

He cut me off. He was still looking away from me when he said, "Rebecca, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." He turned toward me, and looked into my eyes, "It's just that seeing you tonight ..."

Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him. Slowly, but with an intensity with which I'd never kissed another person before. And he returned the kiss with the same intensity. Without breaking contact, Michael laid me back on the bed.

We remained like that for what felt like an eternity. Finally, his lips left mine and he kissed his way up to my ear. "Make love to me," he whispered. I nodded a nearly imperceptible nod and he returned to my lips.

His hand moved down to the tie on my robe. He pulled the cloth and the robe fell open, leaving me completely exposed to his view.

"Beautiful," he muttered as he began to kiss his way down my neck and to my chest. His hand slid from behind my back, up my stomach and to my breast. He took my nipple between his fingertips and began to play with the little pink bud. I gasped as he took my other nipple in his mouth. He sucked it lightly, occasionally using his teeth to nibble. My heart was absolutely pounding ... my breathing was ragged ... I could feel a fire building between my legs.

As much as I wanted him to continue, I knew I needed to change our path. I didn't want that to be what caused me to orgasm. I wanted him inside of me, giving me that release. I gently pushed him away.

"Did I do something wrong?" He looked at me with confusion on his face.

"No. You were doing everything right. I just want to return the favor," I said with a sly smile spreading across my face.

I quickly removed his shirt and pushed him onto his back. I leaned up and straddled his waist, making sure to create plenty of contact between my naked body and the erection that his lounge pants were barely containing. I began to kiss my way down his chest, moving my hips slightly for emphasis. He groaned and pulled my face up to his.

"I wasn't finished," I said indignantly.

"No, but if I let you continue, I would be, and that's not what I want."

He began to kiss me again, with the same intensity that was there when we first started. It was only a few seconds before he stood up next to the bed. Never taking his eyes off of me, he removed his lounge pants. What greeted me was better than I ever could have imagined. He quickly returned to my side. His mouth found mine again briefly before moving once again to my chest. He began to work my nipples, and the fire between my legs became unbearable.

"Michael, I need you inside of me," I said weakly.

His mouth broke contact with my breast and I groaned in disappointment. He turned his gaze to my face, a slight smile playing on his lips. The desire in his eyes was undeniable.

He leaned over me, gently stroking my arm. He moved his leg to part mine. Slowly, he positioned himself to enter me. His lips found mine once again, and the tip of his cock was teasing me. My head was reeling. All sense left me and the only thing I could think of was how badly I wanted this.

"Michael, please ..." I groaned breathlessly. I didn't know how much more I could take.

He thrust into me and it felt like an electric shock ran through my body. At the first thrust, my whole body seized up. He filled me so completely. He was kissing my neck and was using gentle, rhythmic thrusts. I began to move my hips in time with his, matching him thrust for thrust. The fire was growing. My desire for release was becoming too much for me to handle.

"Faster ... faster ..." I said between breaths.

He took no time in answering my request. He returned his lips to mine and began to speed up his thrusting. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, which both thrilled me and disappointed me. I didn't want this to be over so soon. My body tensed up. I was about to go over the edge. I screamed his name and dug my nails into his back as I climaxed.

He gasped as my muscles tightened around his cock. A few more thrusts and he climaxed, as well. His body shook as he emptied himself into me. When the wave ended, he collapsed onto the bed. Gently, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He lowered his face to mine and his lips found mine. The disappointment I had felt a few minutes before completely faded. I could guess what the night would bring for me, and I knew that the incredible orgasm he had given me would only be the first of many.