Hot Reunion

I was more or less happily married when my 25th high school reunion began a spark that would turn into an unexpected sexual bonfire nearly five years later. My high school was overwhelmingly white, but even at that age I had a serious thing for asian women. Probably due to a couple years spent in Thailand as child and peeping at our 20-year-old maid as she took showers. There were only two Asian-Americans at our school, and one of them was at the affair -- a single, second generation Japanese-american woman named Kay.

Unlike many of the graying, beginning-to-bulge white women mostly in attendance, it was clear she'd taken great care of herself. Her ebony ink hair was nearly waist length, with a slim figure and skin with an otherworldly sheen. We danced a couple dances and flirted harmlessly and after that she was mostly a memory.

Fast forward four years. I was divorced, miserable, horny and at loose ends when I recalled Kay. I lived in Boulder, Colorado and the last I remembered she'd mentioned working for a software company based near Aspen nearly three hours away. I hit the Internet search engines and eventually found an e-mail address for her at her company.

I'm a writer and had been in Aspen a few years before doing a story on a well-known rock star's home studio. It wasn't much of a stretch of my imagination to concoct a tale that I'd be up in her area in a month for a story about .... a rock star's home studio. And I was now single. Would she like to get together for dinner after my "interview?" Pay dirt! E-mails followed and we agreed to meet on a Saturday night at my motel for dinner.

Was I nervous? Sure, but honestly I did not expect what ultimately transpired. She knocked at my door at the aptly-named Comfort Inn at about 6:30 pm. Kay was wearing an outfit of my dreams. A long white mink coat that set off her cascading black hair, dark, almond eyes and vibrant skin. Her dress revealed an enticing glimpse of her pert, still-youthful bosom and she wore black leather boots with the proverbial "fuck me" heels.

We spent a wonderful evening at a small Italian style bistro eating, talking and knocking back more than a couple drinks. We moved to the bar, where she and I began holding hands -- about as far as I hoped to go that night. Back at the hotel parking lot, I gathered my courage -- aided no doubt by the aperitif brandies -- and asked for a kiss. You've heard the cliche, lips sweeter than wine, no doubt. Her lips were. We were in a passionate clinch -- and she began moaning a little -- and it that began to get hotter second-by-second when we broke for air. She looked at me with her soulful almond eyes and briefly brushed her dark hair from her cheek and said (I swear to god): "Would you like to have sex?"

My immediate thought was 'This does not happen to me! What movie am I in? This is some kind of perverse cosmic joke!' (My other admittedly cynical thought was along the lines of 'No, thank you. I'd much rather go back to my lonely room and beat off to $12.98 soft porn ...')

I paused for a second and suavely replied: "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not," she said, smiling a little. "You're sure, right?" I stammered. "I don't have any protection. I suppose we could ..."

She cut me off. "I'll drive back to my condo and get supplies. You wait here, I'll be back in about 15 minutes."

I went to my room and started jumping up and down on the bed like a crazed teenager. "YES! YES!" The minutes ticked by. It began to be later than 15 minutes, and I hit the phone book, looked up her number and called. "You're there? You're coming back, right?" She laughed. "I just got some condoms, yes, I'm in my way." Thank you Jesus (or a reasonable facsimilie)!

We literally fell on each other when she hit the door. She still wrapped in mink, me wrapped in...uh.. desire. Yeah. That's the word. Clothes began hitting the floor, lips still locked we fell on the bed. "Keep your coat on," I begged, the kinky part kicking in. "No, problem," she gasped.

Her clothes came off. Nipples erect out like hand, dark ripe rich berries, hair brushing partially covering them - I sucked greedily as she moaned. A waist I could wrap a hand around -- all in a soft, white mink package. I dove in. Licking her was heaven. I could literally feel her sweet tasting pussy pulse as my tongue met her clit. Taking it between my lips, sucking, blowing and slurping, as my hands cupped her sweet small cheeks and pushed her harder into my face, I was in heaven. Her passionate moans and the way she grabbed my head, hair and ears and pulled and pushed me in further told me I was on the right course. She bucked repeatedly, screaming finally, involuntary convulsions pulling her hips and sweet lower lips into my mouth which was smothered with her squirting, involuntary juices and my saliva.

"Stop, stop!" she gasped. "Fuck me. Put it in me. NOW!"

Uh, no problem. But Kay's small, soft hand and long red nails guiding me in almost made me cum in an instant. The way her nails grazed my balls and her tiny hand wrapped around my pulsing dick...it was almost too much to bear."Give me a sec," I protested, withdrawing. I waited a moment, then began running my swollen cock just along the furry, dark soft ridge of her pulsing cunt. I felt her throbbing clit get harder, and worked my way up to her firm tits where she grabbed my cock and began sucking it and pushing it all over her chin and face. The sensations of her demanding mouth, wet tongue and hard, begging nipples grazing against my equally hard rod was almost more than I could stand. Kay was incompressible by now, just groans and slurps and sounds I'd only heard in the "Exorcist" as she rubbed my cock on her nipples between bursts of swallowing it whole.

"I need to fuck you, right now" I finally mumbled. "MMMmmmm," was Kay's only reply as I slid in. Her pussy lips felt like her mouth on my cock. Tight, accepting, clit hard like a tongue on my red dick, so wet, as I began working back and forth, licking her nipples and swallowing her tongue almost simultaneously as she writhed beneath me, her ebony hair whipping on the pillows. "Just a minute." I managed to pull a pillow out from beneath her head and stuff it under her convulsive ass as I cleaved her.

She was butter. I've never heard a scream like this in my life. I clenched her wrists, holding her down and began pumping madly as she twisted and shouted beneath me begging me to fuck her harder. Her dark, pleading eyes rolled back in her head. Now it was just colors, sound and sexual feel and fury. White eyes, red screaming lips, soft, incredible skin and ink black hair whipping the starched, white sheets. Kay screamed, "Harder. Harder. Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me, you son of bitch, please!" and almost choked, speaking in sexual tongues. My spine seemed to rip out of my back and our hips were possessed, thrusting like pistons gone awry. She sucked our tongues til pain made us part: she tasted herself on my dick again, moaning as we fell into a drowsy haze, only to go for Round 2 about an hour later.

Her white mink later went to the dry cleaners, with a torn lining and stains. I picked up the bill, happy to do so.