The invitation for my 10 year high school reunion was stuck to the fridge and I felt it mocking me each time I saw it there. Just divorced after a horrid two year marriage the last thing I wanted to do was go to a reunion to talk to people I didn't give a shit about 10 years ago and cared even less for now. Plus how do you answer the inevitable questions of "Are you married? Kids? What are you doing?" when the answers are "Thank God not anymore, I hope to hell not, and trying to get back on my feet." Sure I could answer them honestly but where's the fun in that? And that's when the idea of making up a new life for myself came about. Spy? Unbelievable. Movie critic? Don't have the money to go to the movies. Internet millionaire? Hmmm....I went to the reunion.
"John, you look good, what are you up to?" asked a girl that I didn't remember and whose name tag didn't help.
"I'm between things right now. I just sold my company so I'm taking some time off," I told her.
"Sold your company?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was a software company and Yahoo bought us out." I responded with my rehearsed lie.
"Wow. Really? Wow!" she responded before quickly walking away and whispering to others.
But the story really spread quickly after talking with Mark, the biggest gossip at school and, obviously, still the same after 10 years. There were a few questions and lots of attention. Most of the attention coming from some of my female classmates which, since ours was a rather pretentious school, came as no surprise. The evening was winding down and I was on the phone calling cabs for most of my classmates who were past the point where they could even remember what their cars looked like.As the cabs pulled up Sarah, whose husband was one of the drunks and someone else I barely remembered, poured people into them and made sure the driver had the person's address. Sarah and I were the last two and, since her husband had left, I offered to give her a ride back to her hotel since she had mentioned also arriving by cab.
"I'm not ready to go back yet," she said as we got in my car and as she placed her hand on my leg.
"My place then?" I suggested.
"I've never done this before you know," Sarah said during the ride.
"Done what?" I asked.
"Cheated. On my husband," she finally replied, "And I'm not sure what's going to happen. Okay?"
"You're in charge." I responded.
I lived out in "the country" which, for my medium-sized city, meant I had a small two bedroom house that sat on about 3 acres of wooded land. It was just outside of town and very quiet and, at night, allowed me to see an innumerable amount of stars. Pulling into the drive Sarah was out of the car quickly and started taking off her clothes.
"I love it out here. There's no one around. I can be free." Sarah said as her bra and panties were flung aside into the grass.
Sitting on the front porch unselfconsciously nude Sarah asked me to join her and she started opening up about her life since high school eight years ago, her marriage to a man who hardly knew her, to her dissatisfaction with her job. She talked herself hoarse and then she leaned over and kissed me. It was a tentative kiss as if she needed to test the waters of adultery before diving into the pool. Taking my arm Sarah placed my hand on her breast and then she guided my hand between her legs.
My mouth never left hers as I slowly explored between her legs. Slipping a finger and then two inside her Sarah moaned into my mouth as I quickly brought her to her first orgasm.
"It's been a long time since I've had one of those," Sarah commented as she pulled away from me.
Standing up she pulled me off the porch and to her as she began to remove my clothes. Once nude she grabbed my hard cock and, going to her knees, she slipped her mouth around it and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. She knew exactly the pressure to exert and it didn't take long before I too came in her mouth. Swallowing my hot cum she laid in the grass and opened her legs to me.
