First Time Reunion

Copyright © June 2025 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is an entry for the 2025 National Nude Day Contest. Whilst not full-blown nudism, there is an underlying hint of exhibitionism in the story, so I hope it hits the mark even if I know I might be pushing the boundaries a little far. Anyway, if it doesn't quite hit that mark, I hope you enjoy the story for what it is. I'd welcome your comments and votes if you did enjoy.

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One

Abbie's excitement boils over in the kitchen...

Jack was never one for going back. It just didn't seem the right thing to do. His motto in life was to look to the future rather than dwell on the past, which made it even more difficult when Abbie, his darling wife, bounded downstairs with a huge smile on her face.

"Jack... Jack... you gotta see this," Abbie called out, dashing into the kitchen, her mobile clenched in one hand.

"Oh yeah... I see it," Jack retorted, an equally large smile on his face as he stared back at his scantily clad wife. "I see one sexy little woman, and she's heading right my way."

"I mean it Jack... you won't believe what they're planning to do," Abbie added, almost chastising her husband for his flippancy.

"And, I mean it too, darling... and, dressed like that, you won't believe what I'm planning to do either," Jack responded.

It was true, even for forty-two, and married with two children, Abbie was one hell of a sexy young woman, as Jack so liked to describe his darling wife. At five foot six, she was a little on the petite side, but what she lacked in height, she more than made up for in personality, oh and yes, in one hell of a gorgeous figure.

Jack didn't know quite what he fell for first, the figure, the personality, or the cutest of smiles? Whatever it was, he was soon well and truly hooked, and now, having been husband and wife for the last decade or so, he wouldn't wish it to be any other way. Abbie was his everything, and never a day passed without him showing her. If truth be known, it had been that way for over twenty years, the two of them meeting at the start of their final year at university, and even when the kids arrived on the scene, both Jack and Abbie made sure to leave plenty of quality time for themselves, and tonight was no different.

The evening was still young, yet already, having put the kids to bed and jumped in the bath, Abbie had taken the opportunity to change. It was what she usually did, taking the chance to soak in the warm subs whilst the love of her life rustled up a little evening something. The evenings were their time, away from work, away from the demands of family life, just Abbie and Jack, and an hour or two to chill.

Jack couldn't help himself.

He stood there staring at his darling wife as she dashed towards him.

Abbie was dressed in one of her usual short chemises--this one was a rather sheer cream number, the fabric so thin that the shadow of her black panties was practically showing through--but it wasn't so much the nightie which caught his eye. What did grab Jack's gaze was Abbie herself; the smile on her face, the softness of her shoulder-length blonde locks--okay so the dark roots were a bit of a giveaway that she wasn't exactly a natural blonde--and the way her breasts bounced beneath that sexy nightshirt, at times threatening to pop out from underneath. Was it any surprise that Jack couldn't help himself but stand there and watch?

"Jack!!!" Abbie screamed.

The cause of the outburst wasn't exactly a surprise, nor was the outburst anything more than a playful utterance. Without warning, Jack had dropped what he was doing and jumped out in front of his darling wife, cutting her off in her tracks. As she ran headlong into him, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up off the floor.

And there she stood, in mid-air, kicking out with hands and feet as if trying to fight off his advance, at least until his lips met hers and they kissed. It was as they kissed that a tingle of excitement filled Abbie's mind and, with it, the mock show of resistance soon morphed into a display of affection. Instead of fighting his grip on her slender frame, Abbie wrapped her arms around Jack's shoulders and pulled herself in close. Her legs soon followed, and she found herself clinging tightly to her darling husband.

The kiss became something much more passionate. Lips melded together, tongues playing out a secret dance, passion took over. In that moment, whatever Abbie had meant to be announcing to her darling husband no longer seemed important. She was in his arms. She was up close. She was where she loved to be. She was...

"Jack!!!" Abbie screamed again.

The cause this time was something quite different. Okay, so it was still down to Jack's actions, but this time it wasn't the way he picked her up which took her my surprise. In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

Abbie had been so engrossed in their embrace that she'd put that sense of movement to the back of her mind. Yes, she'd felt it, but all the time she'd passed it off as nothing more than a passionate dance across the kitchen, an embrace to match the intensity of their kiss.

Her heart was pounding.

She had that tingle in her lips.

She could sense the ache of desire deep inside.

She could feel...

It was the latter which led to that second outcry. What she felt was quite different. The coldness hit her first, up against the bare skin of her legs where that short nightie had ridden up. The chill was soon replaced by a sensation of firmness.

Abbie didn't need to ask, instinctively she had a good idea just where she was. Still though, as they continued to kiss, she felt the need to reach down with one hand and confirm what she already knew. She was perched there, on the edge of the large oak table which dominated the kitchen space. She was far enough on to feel secure yet, with her knees splayed apart, one either side of Jack's thighs, she felt just a bit exposed, maybe even a little vulnerable.

Already, she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Already, her heart was beating oh so fast.

Already, she was struggling to mask her now quickened breathing.

Jack hadn't even done anything to her but, even so, Abbie was very much under his spell, waiting, hoping, expecting. That said, she felt the need to be asking the obvious, if only as a matter of principle, to show her dissatisfaction in the way he had simply picked her up and placed her up on a sort of metaphorical pedestal.

"Mmmm... J... Jack... mmmm," Abbie tried to ask.

Despite her efforts to grab his attention, her intended question ended up broken up into nothing more than a bunch of isolated words as his lips continually met hers. In the end, she pulled back away from the embrace and stared directly at her darling husband.

"Something wrong, Abbie?" Jack asked.

Abbie gave him a wry smile.

"Nothing wrong... but... why, exactly, am I sitting on the kitchen table, darling?" Abbie asked.

Abbie never got a verbal response, not that she really needed one. It was a bit of a rhetorical question. She'd been here many times before--okay, so the kitchen table was a bit of a new one, but for sure that glint in his eye was most familiar--and the outcome was always the same. Still though, as always, she felt the need to be asking, and still she expected an answer, the obvious answer, the usual answer. This time though, there was something else which nagged away at the back of her mind, something about where they were, something about...

"You do know the lights are on, and the blind's up?" Abbie asked.

"And?" came a nonchalant answer.

"And what if somebody walked past?" Abbie asked. "What if they looked in and saw?"

For a moment, Jack didn't say a word. Abbie sort of had a point. The kitchen was at the front of the house, albeit the window wasn't the largest. It wasn't right on the roadside either, and there was a hedge between them and the pavement, but for sure, if anyone wanted to, they could probably find a way to grab a sneaky view.

It was only a moment of consideration, though. Jack's mind had been made up as soon as he saw Abbie in that skimpy negligee and he wasn't about to let a minor issue like a window blind put pay to events. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before, running that risk of giving an impromptu show to whoever might be passing by. After all, their very first time had been out in the open, and she hadn't exactly objected back then. Okay, so back then they were young and carefree, but the principle was just the same. Back then, they had taken a risk, and gotten away with it, so why not now?

"Then, my darling... then we'd better give them something worth watching... don't you think?" Jack asked, a calmness in his voice, almost as if they always put on a show for whoever might be passing by.

"Are you sure?" Abbie asked. "We could always go upstairs, you know."

This time there was no response from Jack, at least not in words. No sooner had his darling wife made her suggestion, than he pulled her just a little closer, all the time keeping his arms around her slight frame. Abbie eased her head upwards, never stopping until their gaze met. For a moment, they stood there--okay, so he stood there, and she sat--staring deep into each other's eyes. It was like time had stood still, if only for a matter of seconds, and then... then Jack leaned in and placed his lips back against hers.

They kissed.

It was that same passionate kiss, the one which had distracted her enough to have been carried unexpectedly over to where she now sat, the one which started with a tingle in the lips and soon morphed into a need for something more. Now... now that kiss was back, and what's more, with it came a sense of resignation, of acceptance, of expectation.

Before long, Abbie placed her phone off to one side and was responding in kind, not quite leading, but very much allowing herself to be led, to be taken on those first few steps to where she longed to be. Keeping one hand on the table behind her, if only for balance, she brought the other one up, running her fingers through Jack's short-cut dark hair, pulling him in closer still. She flicked her tongue out, probing for the slightest opening, looking for an open door which would allow them to dance once more. As she did, Abbie found herself melting into his manly prowess, closing her eyes, and enjoying every second of that embrace, and the way he made her feel. Suddenly, the window and that open blind didn't seem that important anymore.

Without warning, Abbie gasped. It was a muted gasp, it was a muffled gasp, forced out against his lips, yet a gasp it was. The cause this time, just like all the others was the action of her darling husband. As they kissed, he slipped an arm down, careful not to make any sudden movement which would alert Abbie to his intentions, at least not until his fingers grazed her little black panties.

It was that very first touch, a gentle caress over mound and apex, which drew the muffled response. It was that very first touch which signalled his intentions, not that Abbie really had any misconception as to exactly why she was sitting on the table. She had guessed it from the minute she felt the chill of wood against her bare legs, but now, as he continued to run his fingers over her panty-clad sex, she was in no doubt. And, in that moment, her body was filled with nothing more than pure excitement, and the ache of desire. She pulled away from the kiss, and stared back at Jack, a cheeky glint in her eye to match that of her darling husband.

"Mmmm... Jack..." Abbie called out, as she removed her hand from behind his head. Slowly, she slid it downwards, all the way until she was reaching out towards the front of his trousers.

"Is that what I think it is?" Abbie asked.

It was a silly question. Abbie could feel the bulge in his trousers and knew exactly what it was. What she also knew was exactly what he was going to be doing with it. Still though, it was fun to tease him a little, if nothing more than in the hope of making him harder still. He was never the longest, nor was he the girthiest, but what he was--oh god, the very thought of it sent butterflies through her stomach--he was one hell of a lover. They said it was more what you did with it than how big it was, and Jack never disappointed.

One-handedly, Abbie fumbled first with his belt, and then with the button of his waistband. It was a bit cumbersome, maybe ungainly, but finally she was left just with a zipper between her and the object of her desire. The zipper didn't stand a chance. In one single movement Abbie eased it downwards and slipped her hand inside his trousers.

"It is! It is!" Abbie exclaimed, excitedly, as she ran her fingers over the front of his boxers caressing the outline of his erection. Moments later, as she still teased his hidden hardness, Abbie put the excitement to the back of her mind and lowered her voice to more of a seductive whisper. "But... darling... what are you going to do with it?"

Whether she had expected a reaction or not, Abbie got one, and suddenly she was in no doubt as to what was on her darling husband's mind. A quick kiss, a gentle caress of the lips, had been nothing more than a prelude to what was to follow.

Without warning, he pulled her forwards, all the way until she was sitting right over the edge of the table, her ass half on and half off the hard wooden surface. If that was a rapid repositioning, what followed was more sedate in nature, almost to the point of being in slow motion. Whether he pushed her backwards, or whether she allowed herself to fall--if truth be known, it was likely a combination of the two--Abbie found herself reclining backwards, all the way until she was laying across the surface of the table, her ass ever so close to the front edge, her legs dangling free.

And then she felt it, hands, his hands, first easing her nightie upwards, then grasping for the waistband of her knickers. Jack pulled, inching the fabric down slightly at first one side and then the other. A little more pressure had those knickers about halfway over her hips before Abbie finally gave in and helped him out, right before he ended up ripping her underwear. She lifted her ass a little, allowing Jack to ease the soft cotton undergarment down her legs, revealing a neat triangle of dark bush as he went.

For a moment, Abbie stared back at her husband, smiling as she made sure to have his attention. Happy that she did, she shuffled back just an inch or two and brought first one leg and then the other upwards, splaying them wide, resting her feet on the very edge of the table.

"Is this what you're looking for, darling?" Abbie asked, lighting the touchpaper, closing her eyes, and waiting for the impending fireworks.

A gasp filled the kitchen.

The gasp was short lived, replaced by a moan, a soft feminine moan.

The reason? The reason was obvious. The reason was Jack. No sooner had Abbie closed her eyes, than Jack crouched down, all the way until he was staring intently at his wife's cute smile, no not the one on her face, but the one down below. He could see the puffiness in her labia. He sensed the essence of arousal in the air. It was so tempting, almost too tempting. He could dive in there and force his face up against her waiting sex.

Jack didn't.

There was a game to be played, and Jack was going to make sure it was played to his tune. Okay, so in effect it was played to her tune, or at least she was the one contributing the carnal chorus, but he was the one calling the notes, every single note. The gasp signalled the start but was nothing more than the tease before the torment.

Jack leaned in close and blew softly against her pussy.

Abbie shivered as she felt the coolness of that breath against her sex. She tensed a little, biting her lip gently, as she waited for the onslaught.

It didn't come... well, an onslaught didn't come, at least not immediately. What did, and what drew the verbal response was something subtle, something gentle, something toying with her.

It was nothing more than a flick of the tongue, Jack's tongue. It wasn't exactly the expected onslaught, but it was enough to make her jump and to have her calling out. A flick was all it took, a simple flick of his tongue, teasing at her slit, grazing at that very line between her swollen outer labia.

A flick... then another... then another... then...

It still wasn't an onslaught, but for sure it was progress, most enjoyable progress. That flick of Jack's tongue had become more of a lap. Starting low, he drew his tongue up along her slit, keeping long slow strokes all the way to her apex. It was as he pressed down over her hidden clit that the response came from Abbie.

It was that response alone which encouraged Jack to keep on going, not that he was ever going to stop. He could have gone for a quickie, a bit of wham bam thank you mam as she lay there, and some days he might have done, but today wasn't one of those days. The kids were in bed. They had nowhere else they needed to be. He had all the time in the world to take her from simmering all the way up to boiling point, before allowing the pan to 'floweth' over, if you excused the 'kitchen-esque' pun, and that was just what he was going to do, to take his time.

Long slow strokes were interspersed with those sharp flicks of his tongue, each returning a slightly different response from Abbie. Every now and again, he would pull away, staring back at her wet pussy, leaving her high and dry. It was never for long though. He'd leave her there for a few seconds, then start up once more, always teasing, never pushing her too far, too quickly.

Jack was in control of which buttons he would be pressing.

Jack was in control of the carnal score which played out in front of him, the largo and allegro of its tempo, the crescendo and diminuendo of the performance itself.

Eventually, Jack took it up a notch, becoming a little more adventurous in the way he worked his darling wife and boy did he get a reaction. The moan became a squeal. It was just a momentary outburst of emotion, soon returning to what was a constant soft purr of delight.

All he had done was focus in on her slit. Using the tip of his tongue, he started to draw little circles over her labia. As he did, he pushed just a little firmer, probing for the slightest opening. The squeal, for anyone listening, told that Jack had found just what he was looking for. It also told that he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, or rather he wasn't going to miss out on those most delectable juices which came flooding his way.

Abbie just lay there. Jack hadn't really done anything, and already she was losing herself. His every touch sent shivers of excitement deep inside. Her pulse was racing. She was struggling to contain her breathing, taking short sharp gasps for air between her soft moans. Already her mind was awash with emotion, a fogginess filling her conscious as she found herself becoming intoxicated on that drug called desire. She just couldn't help herself. That feeling, the one as he dipped inside for the first time, shouldn't have drawn anything like the squeal it did, but somehow it was like she was already turned up on high with every new sensation threatening to push her over the edge.