I was excited to see April. It had been almost ten years since we'd graduated from college and nearly that long since we'd last seen each other. We were close friends in college, though never more than that, and had stayed in close touch after graduation for a while, but once our careers had taken us to different cities we'd drifted apart and now only talked once or twice a year.
As was usually the case, I was pleasantly surprised to hear from April when she called. She excitedly explained that she would be attending a conference in the city where I work and was hoping we could get together. It turned out the conference was in a hotel not far from my office and my schedule was pretty open, so the chances of a reunion looked very good. For the first day of the conference, April had signed up for a bike tour of a local project and expected to be done by mid-afternoon so I planned to meet her and bring her down to my house for dinner with my family.
As her visit approached, I was thinking about April more and more. We may have flirted a bit in college, but we never even came close to anything more than that. That's not to say April wasn't attractive. On the contrary, she is an exotic Filipino with dark hair, dark eyes and a slim, tight little body. I didn't start wondering why nothing had ever happened between us in college, its one of those things that is hard to explain, but I was wondering if the same forces that kept us apart in college still existed. Of course, for all I knew she'd gained 50 pounds since college or had aged poorly over the last 10 years. Maybe I wouldn't even think of her in "that way" when I finally saw her.
The day of her arrival finally came and I worked dutifully all day while awaiting a call following her bike tour. The call finally came around 3pm. We talked for just a couple of minutes before I asked what the plan was. April indicated that, after her bike ride, she still needed to take a shower and change her clothes.
"Okay, so I'll be right over to help." I said, only half jokingly.
"Okay," she answered, without hesitation. "I'm in room 1309." I wasn't sure if she was serious or not, so I asked her.
"If your offer was serious, then so am I," she replied. I told her I was as serious as a heart attack and I'd be right over. I hung up the phone and my heart was pounding. It was what I'd wanted but at the same time I kept thinking that something would be dreadfully wrong when I got there. That didn't stop me, though. I shut down my computer, grabbed my stuff and headed to the hotel.
I knocked confidently on the door of room 1309 and April pulled the door open. She looked just as I remembered her except for the bike shorts and baggy sweatshirt. We hugged each other tightly in the doorway before I came in and she closed the door.
I didn't want there to be an awkward pause while we each waited for the other to do something, so I made the first move.
"So let's get you all cleaned up." I said, "And I was thinking on the way over that in order to insure that I don't set the shower water temperature to hot or cold, I'd probably better get in there myself to adjust it. Put your arms up." I lifted April's sweatshirt up over her head, revealing that tight body clad only in bike shorts and a black sports bra. She dropped her arms as I tossed the sweatshirt onto the bed, but I had her raise them again so I could remove her sports bra.
Running my hands from her waist up her back I pulled out the elastic at the bottom of the bra and began to push it up as I ran my hands around to the front. I pulled the bottom out far enough to lift it over her 34B's and slid the entire thing over her head. Her long, dark nipples pointed at me, tempting me to play with them and suck them, but I resisted and dropped to my knees in front of her. She'd already removed her shoes and socks before I'd arrived, so all that was left was her bike shorts and panties. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs from her calves to her ass. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and started pulling down as I worked around from back to front.
I have no idea what April was doing while all of this was going on. I don't know if she had her eyes closed or was staring at the wall or the top of my head. I was so entranced by her body -- her narrow waist, her perky breasts, her smooth brown skin -- I didn't know what was going on around me.
I made sure my hands slid over her ass again as I slid her shorts down in back but refrained from touching the front of her panties as it came into view. They were black, like her shorts, and pushed just slightly into the cleft of her pussy. My face was less than six inches from her pussy as I had her step out of her shorts, which had hit the floor.
I tossed the shorts toward the bed then ran my hands up the backs of her legs again. I slid my hands up under the legbands of her panties to cup her ass cheeks then slipped them out again, up and over her ass to the waistband. I slowly began to peel her panties downward, first revealing the top half of her ass then pulling down the front until I saw my first glimpse of her pubic hair. I stared intently as her pussy slowly, almost agonizingly, came into view. Her black pubes were trimmed very short and pretty narrow but still hid the prize that my cock was aching to explore. Rather than jam my tongue into her bush in search of her clit, like I wanted to do, I stood and looked into April's glassy eyes and said, "It looks like you are about ready for your shower."