Several years ago I made a trip back to my hometown to check on my elderly mother who was hospitalized. I had not lived in the town since my high school days and had lost track of most of my old acquaintances. On one of my first trips to the hospital I heard someone call out the nickname I had in grade school. I turned expecting to see a relative or old friend but I only saw an attractive dark haired lady in nurse's scrubs. I looked but did not recognize the smiling nurse.
"Well Bobby, you don't remember me do you? Think back to elementary school and a girl who wore long braids and even longer skirts."
I was still drawing a blank until she said the name "Wanda." Then I remembered. She was several years younger than me. I also remember her being raised in a very strict family. It was difficult to place the girl I remembered in the voluptuous body of the woman in the nurse's scrubs that seemed to be molded to her ample bosom and muscular thighs. We stood there in the corridor talking for fifteen minutes or so until she was paged.
I was in my mother's room when Wanda stuck head in to ask if I would like to have dinner with her while I was in town. I agreed and we set a date for the upcoming Friday evening. Wanda said that would be best because she had the weekend off.
I arrived at Wanda's condo for dinner after visiting hours that Friday evening. She met me at the door wearing a long clingy caftan that seems to sculpt itself to her curvaceous body. As we caught each other up on the twenty or so years since I graduated, Wanda explained how she had moved out of state to attend a nursing school run by her church. She had intended to become a medical missionary but had gotten married instead. Wanda explained her husband was an older man who had grown children when they met. Her husband had been a doctor and she became his nurse. They had a good life for ten or twelve years but he had died about five years earlier. Her only regret was they didn't have any children of their own.
After she returned to our hometown she started working at the main hospital. It sounded like she had changed a lot over the years. It was still hard for me to comprehend the fact that the painfully shy girl I remembered had become the gorgeous woman with whom I was sharing dinner.
"You know Bobby, the one thing I remember about you from when we were kids is that you never teased me like the other kids. This may sound funny but I always had a crush on you. But two things kept me from letting you know that. First, I was always too shy and then there was the age difference. If things then were like they are today..."
I found myself doing a double take. Wanda, are you hitting on me?
Wanda smiled, nodded her head, and even blushed as she stood-up. Picking up her wine glass and another bottle of wine, she beckoned me to follow her to her living room. I swore I could plainly see that the engorged nipples of her large breasts were now clearly visible through the material of her caftan. I could feel my cock automatically thicken because of my weakness for large breasted women.
We walked into her living room together and sat next to each other on her posh loveseat. Wanda had this sly smile on her face. You know Bobby; I know something about you from high school that I bet you never knew.
I was totally lost by what she said and I asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you used to work three afternoons a week for the night school dean in the office next to the school store. I was doing an inventory by myself one day when I saw you and just watched your every move. I sank back into the love seat laughing
Wanda put down her glass and moved close to me. The next thing I knew her arms were around my neck and we locked in passionate embrace. Wanda's tongue pushed its way into my mouth and she mashed her body against mine. I found my hands moving freely over her body as hers were over mine. I found myself kneading her big soft tits and rubbing her engorged nipples with my thumbs. At the same time she was first rubbing and then squeezing my crotch. When we finally broke our kiss we were both panting with arousal.
Bobby, I haven't been this horny in a very long time.
Wanda stood up, reached for the hem of her caftan and pulled the garment over her head. My mouth dropped open as I gazed on her naked body. I mean looking at her was like looking at a model from one of the men's magazine that specialized in models with enormous but usually fake tits. Wanda was blessed with two massive heavy tits capped with thick red nipples. Her waist was trim with shapely hips and strong, muscular thighs that framed a shaved wet cunt.
Wanda sauntered over to me and put her hands on my shoulders to dangle her tits in my face. I couldn't resist kissing her breasts and then taking each of her succulent nipples into my gluttonous mouth. Wanda moaned and cooed about how good my mouth felt. After a while she slowly pulled away stretching the nipple I was sucking. I watched in amazement as she then lifted the same boob and flicked her tongue over the tit I had been sucking. She dropped down on her knees on the floor between my thighs and began to unbuckle my pants.
She smiled at me and said, Bobby, just sit back and enjoy! I've wanted to do this to you for such along time. I need to do this for me and to find out what it's like to make love and to be made love to by some one I know.
By now Wanda had freed my cock. I watched her eyes widen as she held my stiff rod. God Bobby! I didn't know a man could get this hard!!