"I am always looking for meaningful one night stands."
-Dudley Moore
"You almost ready to leave babe?"
The gentle breeze through the open window billowed through the soft white curtains and grazed against Ashley Lafayette's long, wavy chestnut hair as she hurriedly searched through her closet to find the right clothes to wear for the weekend. Every time they went away she found herself in this same position.
"Just a few more minutes honey. Sorry!" she called down from their bedroom.
Ashley had moved in with Mark four months earlier and it had been perfect. They'd been dating for 3 years and while they agreed on most things the few things that they disagreed on, she could usually convince him of eventually. He loved her absolutely, she was sure of that, and she felt the same way about him. He'd even moved most of his clothes out of the main bedroom closet so that she could have it to herself. He had to be the greatest boyfriend in the world, she thought. Ashley quickly grabbed a few pieces of clothing that she knew Mark loved and threw them in the suitcase. And turning around she gave herself one final check in the mirror.
The dark skinny jeans she wore, fitted snugly against her strong tight legs and gave her butt that hot, bubbly roundness that Mark loved. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, which highlighted her large almond-shaped green eyes. She'd also chosen to wear her Red Sox t-shirt, the faded one with the deep v-neck, as it allowed her to display her tight waist and toned arms, but most importantly showed off her big 34E chest without seeming like that was what she intended it to do. Ashley liked using her breasts to get her way with men, and even though Mark was almost always the perfect boyfriend, there were a few instances where she needed to employ the use of a different kind of persuasion. Her huge rack always did the trick.
With that thought in mind she quickly opened her underwear drawer and grabbed her favorite bra and underwear set. The black ones with the sheer, almost see through fabric. The bra left almost nothing to the imagination...almost. And her boobs looked amazing in it. She could pretty much get Mark to do anything when she wore this, but she also loved how he looked at her whenever she had it on. Like she was his sex goddess; his nasty, hot, porn queen. His slut. Between this underwear and the dark red dress she'd brought she'd definitely be rocking his world tonight.
Grabbing the suitcase and rushing down the stairs Ashley found Mark standing in front of the door, his suitcase next to him and a knowing smile on his face. "We're gonna be late baby."
"Sorry honey. I just want to look perfect for you this weekend," she said cozying up to her good looking boyfriend.
"You do realize that you look great in everything you put on right?"
"But this weekend is gonna be special," she said giving him a kiss on the lips. "How often do you get to go to a reunion?" Ashley pressed her chest against Mark allowing the supple tenderness of her breasts to mold to his body.
Mark kissed her more deeply and reached around behind her to grab her ass, nestling his hand just next to her already damp pussy. He could feel how hot she was already. "I don't think I've ever seen you look better," he said, reaching up with his other hand to squeeze her big tit.
Mark was not only her fantastic, loving, thoughtful boyfriend of three years, but he was also a catch. He had black hair that he kept short and gelled, he always smelled great, which was a huge turn on for Ashley, and even though he wasn't the biggest or strongest guy he was definitely the most thoughtful which meant so much more to Ashley than muscles.
"Mmmmm," Ashley said excitedly, but pulling away, "easy there big boy, get me too excited and we'll never get out of here.
"I can think of worse ways to spend a weekend."
"I can too, but we already paid for the hotel and I'm looking forward to seeing how fat and bald everyone is."
Ashley and Mark had both gone to Westville High School ten years earlier, and while they had known each other in passing, (he was a senior when she was a sophomore) they hadn't started dating until after college when they reconnected through some mutual friends. This weekend was Mark's ten-year high school reunion, but, unlike many of the couples going, they'd both be able to enjoy themselves as they'd both graduated from WHS.
"Come on," Mark whispered into her ear, which always sent tingles down her spine, "just a little preview..."
"Mmmmm..." Ashley moaned as he sucked on her earlobe and he reached under her bra to cup her massive tit. Ashley's hands instinctively moved down to his waist, unbuckling his belt as his pants fell, and reaching inside his boxers, her cool hands wrapping around his solid cock she said, "Is that what you want baby? Hmmm? You want me to play with your cock?" Mark loved when she talked dirty.
"Yeah – fuck."
"Mmmmm, I love your dick baby," she moaned into his neck as her hand continued to gently jerk at Mark's dick. He wasn't huge, maybe 6 inches, but Ashley didn't need anything more. What she needed was a boyfriend who loved her, and who cared for her, and Mark was both of those things.
"UnNNNGggHHH," Mark groaned as Ashley felt the warm sticky droplets of cum in her hand. She softly massaged his softening dick while he came down from his orgasm, still playing with her breast, and then finally removing her hand she smiled at him.
"You like that baby?"
"Fuck yeah. That was great honey."
"Maybe when we get to the hotel we can finish what we started," she said, flirtatiously moving her hips as she walked to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Mark pulled up his pants, smiling at his hot girlfriend. "We should really get going though Ash if we don't wanna be late."
"I'll be there in a second," she called from their bathroom, "I'm just washing your cum off me!"
He loved when she talked dirty.
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The Westville High School reunion that year had been organized as a kind of weekend vacation. All of the alumni would arrive at The Grand Hotel which was nicely situated right on the beach only a couple hours drive from Westville proper. And as Ashley and Mark drove along the water she found herself looking forward to a weekend away from regular life into a surreal time warp back to high school.
While Mark had been captain of the lacrosse team in high school with more friends than he'd known what to do with, Ashley had been more of the brooding artist. She'd spent most of her time in the studio with her paintbrush and canvas, and it wasn't until college that she had become more social. She was looking forward to turning some heads this weekend.
Pulling up in front of the hotel Ashley stepped out of the car to see a banner above the doorway that said 'Welcome WHS Class of 2003.' As they unpacked the car and walked into the lobby she saw a few faces that she thought she recognized, but wasn't completely sure. While Mark checked them in she surveyed the room and trying to find someone she remembered. High school felt like a million years ago, she barely remembered anyone, but suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and turning around she recognized the jubilant, glowing face of her old friend Mandy Rhines. Pregnant.
"I was wondering if I'd see you here darlin!" Mandy said giving Ashley a hug.
Mandy was in Mark's class at WHS, but she and Ashley had been friends mostly because neither of them found much enjoyment in shop class, and Mandy would often convince Ashley to ditch with her so they could talk and relax under the bleachers. At 5'2" Mandy was petite, but she was a ball of pure energy and perky as the day was long. Her blonde hair was loose around her face with sweet bangs that framed her cherubic features; Mandy was as cute as she'd been in high school and just as perky ten years later. Hugging Mandy over her extended belly Ashley pulled back to look at her friend. "Mandy! Oh my god. You're-"
"A whale."
"No, beautiful and very pregnant."
"Yes ma'am. I'd introduce the man who did this horrible thing to me, but he's on a business trip to Detroit. I said, 'you go to Detroit honey, I'll be in paradise with your unborn child'." Ashley laughed. "But look at you darlin!" Mandy twirled her around. "You look great. Better than great. If I was a man I'd take you right here. I mean, are those things real?" she said pointing at Ashley's chest.
"As real as I am," she said a little embarrassed. Ashley hadn't 'filled out' completely until after Mandy had graduated and even then she would wear baggy sweatshirts to hide what she thought back then were breasts that were too big. After graduating she realized the true asset of her assets.
"Well done," Mandy said giving her a wink. "Honey, so good to see you. I'm gonna go check in and lie down, my feet are killing me, but you'll be at the dance tonight right?
"Wouldn't miss it," Ashley said smiling brightly, "See you there." And turning around she walked back over to where Mark had reunited with some of his lacrosse buddies and was also making plans for that evening. Mark introduced her to some of his old friends who almost unanimously shook her hand while staring at her chest. They moved off and Mark turned back to Ashley.
"Crazy, right?"
"Yeah," Ashley said smiling and looking around the lobby at people she'd known, but like in a dream she'd had years earlier. "I think we'll have fun this weekend though. It'll be strange, but as long as you stick close to me we'll have fun."
"Don't worry baby, "Mark smiled, "one of the main reasons I wanted to come here was to show you off." Ashley laughed. "You ready to go up?" he said giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Absolutely," she said grabbing her suitcase and following him to the elevator.
Walking down the hallway of the fourteenth floor, the couple laughed about what this weekend might entail. The idea of seeing all of these people that they hadn't seen in almost a decade was exciting. Ashley hadn't even thought about almost anyone from high school in years and now to be spending an entire weekend with many of them was wild.
"Here we go," Mark said in front of room 1411. And slipping the key card into the lock he opened the door. Just before entering behind him Ashley saw the door to room 1413 open and a handsome guy with light brown hair walked into the hallway. They made brief eye contact, his eyes looking at her with what she thought to be shock or amusement for that split second, before he turned to walk towards the elevators. Ashley watched him go for a moment and then walked in the room.
It was perfect. She pulled back the thick, heavy curtains to reveal a beautiful view of azure ocean and white beaches. People were playing tennis on the courts and swimming in the pool while others swam in the ocean and played volleyball on the beach. It was paradise. Ashley turned around smiling widely and surveying the room. A thick carpet surrounded a big king sized bed. Ashley jumped on it and sprawled over the bed covers luxuriously.
