Part 03: Class Reunion
Yep, I am successful
Thanks to my editors kenjisato and Sahararose. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.
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"Filipe," I called my husband, "I just got an email about my high school reunion."
"Oh? What's it say?"
"It asks if I intend to attend next year. Oh, it was sent over a week ago to my old account."
"You think they know who you've become?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Is there any way you can find out?"
I thought about it for a while. "I can call my folks."
A few days later, my folks called back indicating that while the exhibitionist, Becky Sue, is well remembered, they don't think anyone knows I am a movie star now. Filipe and I spoke for a few days, and we finally decided to attend. Kelly said she would like to meet my folks, and she could watch the kids while we attend. I had Filipe make the reservations, including the 'penthouse' at my hometown hotel. In truth, it was just a wedding suite with a connecting pair of adjacent rooms. We would have Kelly and the kids in one, and the other would be for play. A few days later, I sent a reply indicating my husband and I would attend.
We alerted our agents of our 'vacation', so we would not be needed on set during that time. I had several bit parts, and one Nigkala Tale film. Filipe had a few bit parts, and was the leading man's wingman in a film. I explained to our son we were going to see my parents, and that he should call them grandma and grandpa, unless they said otherwise. I said nothing to our twin daughters, since they were still suckling.
Filipe and I discussed what we should wear for the event, as well as for roaming about town. At my folks', I figured comfy clothes would be best. I told Kelly to pack a fancy outfit or two, for some time off while we visited with my folks. By this time, Filipe knew of my exhibitionist past there. So he encouraged me to wear something just over the line. I wound up making a little black dress that stopped an inch too short in front, allowing all to view just enough of my vagina to want more. It sat a bit lower on my hips, and even farther down my butt. The dress was also sufficiently transparent that you could see my nipples through it, albeit shaded by the material a bit. It had small cap sleeves that barely covered my shoulders, but I had thin, white leather, elbow length gloves. I ordered a pair of white leather thigh high boots with three-inch heels, along with a thick white leather belt with silver trim. The purse was zebra-striped leather. For earrings, I had a pair of stylized daggers and a silver choker embossed with the name Nigkala in cuneiform.
While I had less experience designing male outfits, I made one for Filipe. It was much more colorful than my outfit, yet still classy. The embroidery made it a country-style suit, with a rather fancy vest and jacket. It was big city style, but obviously custom, yet understated. I offered to make something for Kelly and she jumped at the chance.
The day finally came to leave town. The paparazzi clearly knew we were traveling when they saw the luggage, over half of which was for the kids, but we lost them at the airport. In the middle of boarding, the girls decided they were hungry, so I just took off my shirt and grabbed them, putting one on each upper breast. The crew was awkward around me, but we just ignored my exposed breasts. Kelly got our son squared away, and prepped areas for the girls. Fifteen minutes later, they were sated, and I helped her settle them in their places. I then strapped myself in, having 'forgotten' to put my shirt back on. Filipe took advantage shortly after we departed, and started sucking on one lower breast. Kelly leaned in from the other side and took another. I just made sounds of contentment.
Half an hour later, we got the all clear to get up and go about the cabin. We watched the clouds go past below us for a bit, but we wound up having sex with me sitting on top of Filipe. Kelly masturbated. When Felipe and I finished, I ate her out.
When we finished, I walked up to the pilot, "Does this plane had an autopilot?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm still horny, and if you want to do me, turn it on and come on back." I then turned around and went back to my seat.
Less than a minute later, he came back. He saw Kelly and Filipe groping each other, and then decided to pull out his dick. "No, strip. I'm naked, and so you should be." He hesitated, then gave me a what-the-hay look and shed his clothing. After coming in me twice, I told him, "Time to go back up front. I don't want to go to the wrong destination or, worse, crash." He grabbed his clothes, dressed, and went back. The whole time, he didn't say a word. Curious. I got dressed before leaving the plane.
After landing, we got in the rental SUV. It was large enough for all of us with room to spare. Filipe drove, as I need a custom driver's seat due to my size. Kelly and I settled in back with the kids to keep the chaos down. We drove nearly an hour to get to the hotel. We checked in easily, as it was close to a week before the event. As I was wearing comfy 'mom' clothes that mostly hid my breasts' shape, and carried the girls, no one recognized me. Kelly carried our son. We were shown to the penthouse, and Kelly and I immediately went to the adjacent room with the cribs and started setting up the nursery. Filipe orchestrated the luggage. It was late enough that we decided on an early night. Kelly went into the nursery to put the kids to bed while Filipe and I undressed and got into bed.
Half an hour later, Kelly walked into our room naked and left the nursery door open. We watched as she crawled into bed with us. As we had sex earlier in the day, we just spent the time cuddling and occasionally changed positions. When one of the kids needed attention, Kelly or I would get out of bed and see to it. Early in the morning, it was barely light when Kelly got up for the kids; she just closed the door behind her and spent the rest of the night in her bed.
We enjoyed the next day lounging about the suite, calling for room service as desired. The kids loved getting all of our attention. The next day, Kelly and I went to the mall, leaving the kids with Filipe. A few people recognized me, and I chatted with them while Kelly shopped. We went to a tanning salon and relaxed as we tanned. We called it a day after three hours before getting in the hotel's courtesy car. The driver took us to pick up our pizza, and we enjoyed it at the hotel. The next day, my folks came to meet the kids and Kelly Fischer, our nanny. Ma and I chatted and gossiped about everything local. Da and Filipe talked about my career, and Kelly chimed in from time to time.
The next day, Filipe and I went about town, and I introduced him to the dojo I had worked at. The sensei instantly recognized me. "Becky Sue, stick around a bit. George, take over the class." We spoke for a good half hour. After a bit, he asked, "Do you want to get a little exercise? An advanced class starts in a few minutes."
I looked at Filipe, and he said, "Go ahead. This should be fun to watch."
I smiled, "Got something for me to wear?"
"Maybe." I followed him into the office, and there in a display was my old outfit. He unlocked it, and handed me the outfit. I stripped and then tried the outfit on. While I did that, he hurriedly closed the blinds. It still fit. I folded my clothes and put them in the case. He locked it and we went back out. "Go warm up; I'll introduce you to the class."
He called them over. "Class, over there is a former student of mine. Ms. Tate is now a master herself. We will show you what serious sparring looks like." When he saw I had finished, he motioned me over. "Becky Sue, meet my advanced class. It seems some of them think they know something. Care to join me in showing them they are wrong?"
"Sensei, I would be honored. Freestyle? See who cries uncle first?"
"Sure."
"In that case, George, would you referee and start us?"
George looked at his boss and accepted. We moved to our starting positions. He raised a hand and held it between us. Then, calling "Begin," he dropped his hand in a chop and backed off.
We started with simple stuff, but at a fair clip. I matched the last class' level to begin, but after two or three combinations I sped up a bit. He did the same. After a minute, we each started adding more complex moves. The class was clearly interested. When I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to flip him over my head, they gasped. The sensei just took it in stride as I had telegraphed my intent to do the move as I had back when we developed it. After another minute, he signaled the reverse move, so I made a play that gave him access to grab me. Instead of being pulled past, I launched myself into the air to flip over him. More gasps. We continued to up our game, pulling punches that were not anticipated, but usually going full force. When he signaled he was at his limit, I asked, "Had enough?"
"Yes. You have bested your teacher. Again." With that, he stepped back. I, on the other hand, did a backflip to land a pace away as well. We then both bowed to each other, then to the ref. The class gave us thunderous applause. When it died down, he said, "Class, Ms. Tate also knows a number of ancient weapons, and is pretty good with them. While I am sure you would love to test yourselves against her, we don't have time. George, take over a few minutes while I say goodbye." We went back to the office and I put my clothes back on.