The Reunion Ch. 03

John had texted her the next day to tell her what a great time he had at the reunion, but he felt bad that they hadn't talked much. He said that he'd never done anything like that before, and she responded that she hadn't, either. She also told him he was the best she'd ever had, and she couldn't wait to see him again. They had chatted a little about their jobs and the like, becoming more acquainted.

She found some time during the week to go to the mall and buy some matching bra and panty sets. The idea of seeing him again gave her such a thrill, and she could hardly get him off her mind.

She was getting some housework done Thursday night after her daughter went to bed. When she was putting some laundry away, she pulled her new bra out of her drawer and studied it, imagining John taking it off of her. She texted him to see if he was busy. He said he was just laying in bed watching tv, so she slipped off her shirt to put on the new bra, took a picture of her breasts with her phone, and sent it to him.

"I got this especially for you, to take off of me this weekend."

"Tease."

"You like it?"

A couple of minutes went by, and she received a picture message. When she realized it was his bed sheets tented over an erection, she laughed out loud. "Take that as a yes!! What would you do if you were here?"

"Kiss that spot on your neck you like so much, and nibble you through that sexy bra."

"I can't stand it anymore. Got to take this bra off and feel my skin pressed against you."

A minute passed, then he sent, "Are you touching yourself?"

She had laid on her bed and started rubbing her left breast through the bra. "Are you watching me? LOL"

Her phone rang. "Hey," John said. "Wanted to hear your voice."

"I only ever had phone sex once before. It was fun, do you want to try?"

"That's why I called." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Are you rubbing that hard-on you're hiding under those sheets? Imagine that I'm moving down between your legs, wrap my hand around your shaft and tease the head with my tongue." She could hear him breathing. "I like to suck on just the head for a little while, then try to take the rest in. I don't think I could fit all of you in my mouth, though. You're a little too big for me."

"Are you getting wet?"

"Mmm," she replied, sliding her hand from her breast down under the waistband of her panties, which had a moist spot. "I just put my hand down my panties, John."

"I love when you say my name."

"I put my finger inside me. Just thinking about you makes me so wet. I'm spreading the wetness around, I wish this was your tongue on my clit."

"I love the way you taste. I would stick my tongue inside of you, then tease around your clit until you were begging me to stop. I want to suck on your clit while your lips are wrapped around my cock."

She pinched one of her nipples, then slid her hand back down between her legs, sliding her finger over her clit, pleasure welling up inside.

"I can hear you breathing faster, baby," he said.

"I'm getting close, John. Fuck, I wish you were here," she muttered. "I bet you're rock hard right now."

"I'm stroking it, thinking about being inside of you. Sucking on your tits."

"Oh, you know I love that. I just put my fingers inside, rubbing like you did the other night. You made me go crazy. Rubbing my clit, I'm so wet for you, John. I want to hear you come."

She heard his breath come faster, and he moaned her name. She moved her fingers faster, whimpering for him, asking him to make her come. Felt the warm, tingling sensation build and spread, and suddenly explode into a climax. She moaned softly for him, and couldn't speak for a moment while the tremors wracked through her.

He broke the silence. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

She sighed. "Next time we see each other, maybe?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

***

They had made plans for Saturday night, and she was stoked that the time had finally arrived. Ava was sleeping at her Dad's, so Michelle could stay out however late she wanted. It was a warm night, so she had on a sun dress that came just above her knees. She was picking John up, and they had plans to go to the Boardwalk. Conversation came easily during the car ride. When they arrived, they got some ice cream and people-watched. They went on a few rides, played some arcade games. Then Michelle suggested they go for a walk on the beach. She stopped at her car first to get the blanket she had brought, and to leave their shoes behind.

He tucked the blanket under his arm and took her hand with the other. They strolled on the wet sand in comfortable silence. Every so often they would pass other people, but after a while they were alone with the crashing waves, the light breeze, and the moonlight.

"I haven't felt like this in a long time," she finally said.

"Like what?"

They came to a large wall of rocks that extended from halfway up the beach out into the water. She took the blanket from him, laid it out on the dry sand, and sat down, gesturing for him to do the same.

"I feel young when I'm with you. Not that we're old," she laughed, "I just haven't felt my age in a long time." She paused. "And you make me feel special." She looked over at him and gave a small smile.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and asked, "Why is it your words are happy, but you sound sad?"

She just shook her head, and leaned against his chest. "I just want to be here right now. No more talking. Just feel you."

He kissed the top of her head. She raised her face to kiss his neck, and felt his hand move down to her knee, then slide up her thigh, under her dress. She shifted onto her knees and gently nudged him so that he would lay down. They lay on their sides, facing each other. He ran his hand up her thigh again and hitched her leg over his hip, her dress riding up, and he slid his hand over her ass, pulling her into him, pressing his groin into her.

Time passed, and they lay kissing, exploring each others' mouths and necks, caressing, but staying clothed.

"I feel like a teenager," she whispered, smiling. "I forgot how nice it can be to just kiss."

"Can you spend the night with me tonight?"

She nodded, and kissed his nose.

"Why don't we save the love-making for a proper bedroom this time," he murmured. She looked at him questioningly, and he glanced over her head, toward the rocks. "There's two people up there watching us. They have a nice view of your underwear, I think."

"We could be modest. Or we could put on a show? It's up to you." She let her hand trail down to the crotch of his jeans, rubbing his bulging erection.

To be continued...