Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Hook-up at a class reunion
October, 2017 - River House
Fall had settled in early and most of the trees on Randy's property had lost their leaves. He changed his daily walk from the riverbank to the fence line. The fence was made of a concrete base that was two feet thick and buried another three in the ground. That was topped by a black steel palisade fence that was eight feet high, which made the total fence height above the ground at ten feet. It stopped at the bluff to the riverbank on both the east and west.
Randy knew that anyone who really wanted to get in could do so via the river, the property was wide open from there. The fence, and the large imposing gate was really to discourage anyone on land from getting too curious.
One day during the first week of October, he sat on the pool deck in the late afternoon after his walk and watched the setting sun cast shadows of the bare limbs. He smirked as they looked like ghostly fingers reaching out across the deck.
Lighting a cigarette to go with a glass of red wine, he began to open his mail. The junk he quickly separated without opening and he was left with two letters.
One was a thank you note from Maria in response to his paying for her college. She was well into her next to last semester and had hand-written on a note card an expression of her thanks for his help. She had also informed him that she wanted to visit him again sometime to thank him properly.
Maria's note made him smile and he reached for the second letter. Inside was a card to remind him of a class reunion in two weeks to which he was invited. Though usually he skipped such gatherings, for some reason on this fall evening he decided he would attend and sent the RSVP card back the next day.
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The Friday night of the reunion he had dressed in blue jeans, a red Henley long-sleeved cotton shirt and a black leather sportscoat. The soiree was held at a large hotel downtown on the river that had banquet facilities. The invitation had noted that "Cocktail Hour" would begin at five with dinner served at six-thirty, so he conveniently showed up at 5:30.
It was a cash bar, and he ordered a Vodka Collins, to which the young lady mixing gave him a bewildered look.
Randy smiled wistfully. "Do you have Tom Collins mix?" The young blonde nodded in the affirmative. "Mix it as you would a Tom Collins but use vodka instead of gin."
"Oh, okay," she responded and set about making his drink.
As she worked, Randy turned back to the crowd and saw Marisa from a hook-up last year. Her light chestnut color had a unique sheen in the dim lights.
"Marisa," he greeted her. The mixed-race woman smiled nervously at him as she ordered two beers. The barkeep placed his drink on the bar, and he threw down a ten, moved the stirrer and took a sip, then inquired, "I thought you were coming back to let me sample the rest of you."
At that moment, a black guy came up and, without answering his question, she introduced the guy as her fiancé. Randy greeted him and congratulated them both and, as they walked away, he thought, 'Oh well, her ass was a good fuck.'
He made his way to an empty table in the corner and sat, slowed by the greetings of former students along the way. As he sipped his drink slowly, several more came and said hello to him. The crowd had started to thin out as the attendees made their way to the dining area and he checked his phone as he waited for things to clear out further.
"Are we that boring that you have to check your phone?"
He looked up to a white, flower print dress that was losing the battle in its effort to contain a large set of tits.
"Hello Morgan," and he rose to give her a quick hug. He sat again as she placed a Bud Lite can on the table.
"This was my fourth, I'm getting another. Can I get you anything?"
Randy pointedly checked his half full glass, "Nah, I'm good," and he watched her ass as she made her way to the bar.
She was mid-thirties and her body had not experienced any negative effects from alcohol. 'She must work out if she's drinking like that,' he thought as he watched her return with the fresh beer.
She sat at the table and took a long pull. "Aren't you going in to eat?"
"I haven't decided. I have made my appearance and was thinking about cutting out. How have you been?"
Morgan recounted her time since high school for him. The effect of the alcohol was noticeable if you were looking for it, but she was still functioning at a high level. Currently she worked for the federal government and lived next to the Pentagon City Metro station in Virginia.
Without warning the conversation took a turn, "You know, when I was a senior, after I'd turned eighteen, I told Kristen that I thought you were cute, and I'd fuck you for an A." Kristen was another blonde in the class; a very talkative one. Never could keep a secret.
"I know, she told me," he said with a smile as he picked up his glass, the ice all but melted now.
She eyed him for more than a moment and then continued, "How's about I fuck you tonight for that A I got? I have a room upstairs."
"Morgan, you earned that A on your own, but it won't matter because if you don't slow down on the suds, you wouldn't remember it if we did."
She replied, "How about we just leave now then?"
"Only if we go to my house instead," he replied.
"Oooo, I like that better," and she stood and bumped his shoulder with her ass.
Randy half-laughed, nodded, and stood as Morgan took one last pull on the beer. Something started niggling at the back of his mind, something about Morgan. She reminded him of something, not someone, but something and the thought hung just out of his consciousness.
They left her car in the parking lot and he drove her out to his house. On the ride over, she got frisky and told him about the one time during final exam week when she had come to his classroom after school intent on fucking him, only to find he had already left for the day.
Twenty minutes later, when they got to his house, he parked in the garage and took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. He casually flipped on the recording system as he asked her. "So, you're certain you want to do this?"
"Yes, I've been wanting to do this since the day I walked across the stage at graduation, I just never had the chance before now."
Randy held out his hand, palm up, "Come with me," and she made a big show of taking it, curtsying as she did so.
He led her across the foyer to his bedroom. As they had crossed beside the sunken living room, Morgan slowed and pointed to the floor to ceiling windows, "Oooo, nice view," and Randy had to put a little more effort into leading her into his bedroom.
Once inside the doors, he turned into her and squeezed her ass hard as he pulled her in close, "I'll tell you what's a nice view. You and this body of yours," and he paused and watched her wet her lips. Her nose was a bit too long and pointed, but she wasn't a bad looking gal.
"What are your measurements Morgan?"
"What?"
"Your measurements. How big is this ass of yours?" and he jiggled it with both hands before moving to the zipper of her dress and deftly pulling it down. He knew by the feel of it that her ass had no excess fat, it was all muscle. She definitely worked out.
"I'm not sure that's an appropriate question," she said to him teasingly.
Randy laughed. "If you think that's inappropriate then you're in for a big surprise the rest of the night," and her lips parted in another smile, the tip of her tongue darting out, as she brought her arms around his neck. She had caramel colored hair, not quite blonde or brown.
"Come on, I'm just checking to see if my mental calculations are close. Humor a dirty old man." While he had engaged her in banter, he had slipped undone the clasp of her bra.
"Umm, okay. You tell me what you think they are first," and she moved in to kiss him.
After a few moments, he pulled away, "I say 34D-28-36," and he cocked an eye, "Close?"
"Very. I'm 34D-26-36. Not bad," and she moved in to kiss him again, but he pulled his head back.
"Yeah, well, after I pump a couple of loads of cum in you, you might be a 28 waist," and he could feel her body shiver in his arms. "Now take the dress off."
She stepped back and did so, placing it on a dresser to her left. Her bra had come with it and she was left in a white thong as she eyed him defiantly. Randy nodded toward her crotch and she bent at the waist, brought the cotton down to her knees and stepped out of the thong, jiggling it on a forefinger before tossing it to rest with the dress. "That was a neat trick you did with my bra."
He tits were plump orbs, much more than a handful with silver dollar sized aureoles and pencil erasers for nipples.
"Yeah, well, I've had a lot of practice," and Randy grasped the erasers with his thumbs and forefingers, "I'm happy to see these are real," he told her as he made her tits jiggle.
"I inherited them," Morgan replied as she cupped her breasts and stilled them. She tilted her head up to kiss him and he pulled her closer by her tits.
Her lip gloss tasted like strawberries, with just a hint of the beer, and Randy pulled away and asked her, "Your mom is this well-endowed?"
She batted her eyes at him, "Yes. You never met her?"
"Don't think so, but then you were never in trouble in school. Probably a good thing though, if she looked like you, I'da probably fucked her." Without waiting for her reaction, he continued, "Come with me," and he led her toward his bed by her nipples.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, he sat her down and pushed her back, folding up her legs and spreading them by grasping them under the knees. Her tits were like a large Jell-O mold and jiggled around, moving by way of their own weight.
"Oh god," she murmured in a shaky voice as Randy went down on her. She had a small landing strip about two inches wide that was trimmed very tight and her inner pussy lips extended out to greet him. She was already wet, and he spent the first few minutes just lapping at her juices and teasing her clit before he dived inside her snatch. Morgan made no sound, she just lay there with her head back and Randy was beginning to wonder if he had lost the touch, but then her hips slowly started to twitch and rotate in time with his tongue. When the movement of her pelvis became more pronounced, he sat back and patted her on the mons.
He stood and unbuttoned his shirt in the process. Morgan took the hint, rose from the bed, and dropped to her knees in front of him. She didn't need instructions on the next part as she attacked his belt and zipper and pulled down his pants and boxers.
