The Unexpected Reunion

Tom sucked in his breath as he opened the door and entered the Seacrest Restaurant where his twentieth high school reunion was being held. He had debated whether to attend the event or not as he didn't like "taking a trip down memory lane". It wasn't his style. He was a businessman, professional, a progressive, even visionary and lingering in the past was not what he wanted to do. It did no good. It got him nowhere and he was a man who wanted to go forward, was goal oriented, and excited for the future. Even the suit he wore was very contemporary and he sported a trimmed beard, also the look of a modern man who was going somewhere. He personified the look of someone who was determined and undeterred and was using the reunion to let people know that he had made a success of his life. It worked to some extent as many gathered around him to comment how well he looked and Tom didn't hesitate to suck in the accolades and adorations from those he felt were beneath him. That was until he saw Catherine across the room sipping a red colored punch watching him.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he gazed at her. She was beautiful, shapely, with long blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and wore an emerald green dress that fit close to her body. She bit her lip as he came closer to her. She smelled fantastic, and unlike the others, life hadn't beaten her down into submission. Catherine was his high school girlfriend and when they graduated and went their separate ways to college, he had felt that he had lost his best friend. She was the first girl he had ever had sex with and honestly the first he had ever loved. The romance lasted through high school and everyone thought they would eventually marry, but they were wrong. Tom wanted more out of life than working in a factory or a mill which was most ended up doing when they graduated. He wanted more out of life and that included other women. When Catherine was told of his ambitions, she broke off with him. Tom hadn't thought much about it until now as he stood next to her exuding the warmth of a woman he had once cared about.

"Hello Catherine," he said in a quiet voice. "It's been a long time."

Catherine brushed her hair back away from her face with her hand exposing her neck that he found arousing. She licked her lips from the punch she had been drinking before she spoke.

"Hi Tom. Yes, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

I've been well. I'm in New York now," he began.

"That's nice," she said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"Where are you located?" he asked.

She hesitated.

"Did you ever leave?" he asked.

"I'm in Philadelphia," she answered.

"Married? Kids?"

"Divorced. One son. Devin," she replied. "And you?"

"Likewise. Divorced. Two kids. Emma and Tom Jr."

There was an awkward pause. Tom poured himself a cup of punch and debated whether to continue the conversation.

"Are you here alone?" he asked.

Again Catherine hesitated. "Yes, I am."

"Me too," as he smiled at her. "I didn't think I would ever attend one of these things and now here I am," he smiled showing perfectly straight white teeth.

"This is the first one for me, too."

"So are you staying in the hotel next door?" he asked and saw that she tensed.

"Yes," she said, "Just for the night. I'm going back to Philadelphia in the morning."

"To see a boyfriend?"

"No," she said setting her cup down.

Tom had overstepped his bounds, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she began.

The band began to play and just as she spoke, a man who was strongly built walked over to Catherine and stood between her and Tom.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked Catherine.

Catherine looked up at an old friend with a sigh of relief.

"I'd love to, Henry," she said and took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.

The music played some forgotten tune and Henry danced her away from Tom who just stood there looking at the two in amazement.

"I see Tom's back," Henry said.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"I thought things like this were beneath him," Henry said dryly.

"He just wants to show off how well he's doing."

"Nothing like being a little narcissistic. That will get him a long way especially in this small town. I never knew what you saw in him," Henry said.

"I don't know either. I guess I was young and naïve," Catherine said.

"We all were," Henry added. "By the look in his eyes, I think he has a few regrets himself. He keeps looking at you."

"Oh no," Catherine said.

"Don't worry. If you want you can stay with Debbie and me. We have a spare room."

"That's kind of you both."

"I'm not being kind. Debbie told me to come over here and get you away from him and ask you to stay with us."

"She's good for you. Tell her thank you, but I'll be all right. It's just one night and he doesn't know the room I'm staying in. I'll be gone before he wakes up. I have an early flight."

"Suit yourself," Henry began. "Tom can be very determined if he wants something and I believe he wants you."

As if Tom had heard him, he walked over to the dance floor.

"May I interrupt?

Reluctantly, Henry released Catherine and Tom quickly drew her to him and held her tight against his body. She could feel him touching her and as they danced, she could feel the protrusion in his pants letting her know what he wanted.

She felt good in his arms the way she used to feel except more womanly, more desirable he thought. The flood of emotions coming back to him to the point where he could barely contain them. He kept looking in her eyes and she turned away, not wanting to see them. Those eyes had lingered in her thoughts for years after he left. Eventually, she had managed to keep her feelings tucked away in a small corner of her heart and here he was chipping away until he found them. It wasn't fair.

"Listen Tom," she began. "We should probably stop this before it goes any further."

"Stop what?" Tom looked shocked. A look that Catherine had seen before when he would lie to her about seeing other girls.

"Stop the bull shit," she said flatly. "I'm not a kid anymore. I know what you're thinking."

"Really," Tom said as he pushed himself into her. You know me that well?"

"Yes," she said quickly.

"What if I told you that I never stopped thinking about you and wondered what happened to you and whether I should have stayed?"

"I would have said that you were a liar with no thought or consciousness of me whatsoever."

"That's harsh criticism," he replied soberly.

"It's the truth Tom."

"I don't think you know me as well as you think you do."

"Maybe not, but I'm not willing to find out either."

"So you've locked the door to me," he said slyly.

"I believe so," she said.

"What if I told you that I still have the key," he said.

Catherine tensed. She was vulnerable to him once and he had known all her secrets and desires. That was years ago and she had grown. They weren't the same desires as she once had. There was so much more to her now that he didn't understand.

The music stopped and she pulled away from him.

"Do you want to dance again?" he asked.

"No, Tom. It's getting late and I'm tired. I have an early flight in the morning. I'm going to call it a night."

"At least let me walk you to your room," he said tugging at her arm.

"That probably wouldn't be a good idea," she answered.

Catherine walked towards the table where she had been sitting, grabbed her purse and headed out the door with Tom watching her leave. His heart was pounding as she left as if part of him was leaving and wasn't coming back. He waited a few moments then left the restaurant and headed to the motel lobby and front desk where an older tired woman looked up at him.

"I'd like the room number for one of your guests. Catherine Gordon," he smiled at her.

She heaved a sigh, "The lady told me she didn't want me to give it out."

"Very noble of you. Would fifty bucks change your mind?"

Her face brightened, "Hell, for that kind of money you can have the key to my room," she laughed.

"Just Miss Gordon's room," Tom said as he slipped a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

"Room 127. Down the hall and to the left," the woman said snatching the fifty dollar bill and stuffing it in her pocket.

"Thank you," said Tom and left.

The motel was a modest one with newly painted walls, carpeting that looked like it had jumped out the 70s and muted lights to help the traveler find his room. A standard for Tom and his many business travels. Most were clean and respectable with good service and provided the traveler what he needed. When he reached room 127, he stopped to assure himself this is what he wanted before he knocked.

"Room service," came a muffled voice.

"I didn't order......" her voice trailed when she opened the door. There she stood with a pink robe wrapped tightly around her and Tom smiling at her. She went to shut the door, but Tom pushed it opened and entered closing the door behind him.

"You need to go," Catherine said her voice quivering.

"I can't. I won't."

"Tom, this isn't good for either one of us."

"I think it's the best thing that could happen to us. We both need this."

He came closer. His eyes grilled on hers. He remembered her. The way a man remembers a woman who had a piece of his heart. The familiarity more enticing because he knew what she was like inside and out and how he missed it. Catherine's breath came in short spurts as she held her robe close to her.

"It'll be like old times," he said softly as he pushed the hair away from her neck and kissed it gently causing Catherine to shutter.

"Tom, please stop," she begged.

It only pushed him further. He kissed her neck again and pulled her close. The smell of her skin intoxicating him. He remembered that smell. It was like an erotic perfume that he couldn't resist. He slipped his arms around her and his lips moved from her neck to her lips. Her lips were full, luscious and hot to the touch and he buried his against hers tasting finally parting them to plunge his tongue inside of her mouth. He wanted more. He desired her more. He needed to be wanted and desired like she did so many years ago. He ached for her to return to him.

Catherine fought his touch and fought the memories that came uncontrollably rushing back. He had cast his spell on her like he had so many years ago. The desire and need for him was screaming at her to surrender and she had no control over them. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he ran his fingers through her hair.

He had missed her. He had missed the one woman who loved him unconditionally and wanted him. He had searched for it over and over again to no avail. Now with Catherine, his Kate, he was home. He opened her bathrobe to expose the sensuous body of a woman. No longer were the subtle softness of a young woman, but the defined curves of a woman who was mature and filled with pent up desire. He slid his hands under the robe to touch her body. It was warm, almost hot, as he ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks with both hands. He could barely contain himself as he swept his hands up her waist to the well-rounded mounds that when kneaded caused her nipples to harden in his palms. He pulled her hand to the bulge in his pants that pressed against the fabric.

"See what you do to me," he whispered in her ear. "You don't want that to go to waste, do you?"

She wanted to say no to him. Everything in her mind told her to say no, to pull away from him, but it was too late when his fingers slid down her thigh and he tugged at the soft curls of her pussy. She was lost.

"Still natural," he sighed. "Just the way I like it."

She went to speak, a fruitless attempt to stop him until he slid the bathrobe off her shoulders and it fell to floor exposing her entire body to him.

"Beautiful," he sighed as he led her to the bed and lay her on it then undressed himself still gazing at the creaminess of her skin and the way her hair lay around her head on the pillow. The head of his cock dripping with precum as he knelt over her.

She could feel his heat of his desire drawing her into him begging for more. She couldn't resist. Her thoughts of rationale gone. He had her and he knew it. He leaned over her and kissed her lips again. This time she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered himself onto her. His cock hovering over her pussy.

"I want all of you," he whispered hoarsely. "I want your mind, your body, your need for me to fuck you."

He kissed her again and her legs parted for him. His cock throbbed with anticipation as the head of it rubbed against her pussy lips tantalizing him. Slowly he slid through her opening and moaned when he entered her and was greeted by the swollen wet folds of her desire. Deeper he pushed then retracted only to push inside of her again and again. Her hips rising and lowering to each of his thrusts.

"It feels good to be in you again," he said as he looked into her eyes and pumped her.

Catherine had all she good do to keep her wits about her. It was so long she had wanted him. Years of waiting for him to come back. Now he was here in her pussy. His cock exploring her every wet swollen fold.

"Do you remember my cock inside of you," he smiled.

All she could do was nod. There were no words to express how she felt.

"I'm not going to cum just yet," he said smiling at her. "Not yet until I get my fill of you. Roll over on your stomach."

Slowly he pulled out of her and helped her roll over onto her stomach then pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees. Her wet pussy raised to him. He moaned again as he leaned down and licked her pussy and tasted the juices that she offered him. She quivered at his touch and held her breath. His tongued slid inside of her pussy rubbing his face into her sweet spot.

"You taste so damn good," he said.

"Give me more," she whispered to him.

"Glad to oblige", he said as he inserted his finger into her pussy and pumped it inside of her before removing it and sliding it up to her ass and pushed gently into her hole. At first she winced as his finger slid into her ass. Soon it loosened and she began to gyrate with the pressure.

"You always liked it when I fingered your ass," he said as he slid his cock into her pussy. "Like two cocks at once," he grinned.

He pulled out his finger and reached underneath her and rubbed her clit that was swollen and jumped at his touch while his cock pulsating in her pussy. The veins of his cock protruding wanting release.

"I've got to cum," he growled. "Are you ready?"

She nodded yes. Her own orgasm on the brink of explosion. He grabbed her hips and began to rock his cock inside her. Back and forth. His balls tightening as they slapped her ass. His thighs tense as he pushed deep inside her. He slapped her ass cheek and she moaned with pleasure. His cock dripping with her juices over his balls as he grunted when he thrusted. He could feel the cum begin to rise as he pushed harder pounding her pussy until he grabbed her hips tightly and plummeted into her.

"I'm going to cum," he said.

"Do it," she moaned as her own orgasm was ready to burst. "I need it now!"

He pumped her again and again until his cum shot through the head of his cock and exploded inside her. The first pump spurting his hot cream only to be followed by a second stream just as intense. He moaned as her pussy gyrated on his cock, slithered up and down on his shaft until she clench his cock with her pussy and spurted her own orgasm over him.

"I can feel you cum," he said between gritted teeth as the last wave of his orgasm and hers shattered through their bodies. Waves and waves of orgasmic ecstasy filling them until moments later, both exhausted, he pulled out her and lay next to her where he drew her into his arms spooning her as they fell into a deep sleep.

Hours passed. Now whether Catherine woke up in time for her flight to Philadelphia or Tom went back to New York, no one knows except the desk clerk who had fifty bucks in her pocket and wasn't telling.