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Note: If you haven't already, read A Reunion of Sorts I, which is the prequel to this story.
"I wanted to dress sexier for you," Sarah stated apologetically as I looked her over in a pair of capris and a casual shirt, "but it might have raised some questions based on where I'm supposed to be right now."
"Don't worry about it," I told her, "because whatever you'd worn would've ended up in a heap on the floor anyway. Maybe you can send me some photos."
I closed and locked my hotel room door and followed her into the room, checking out her ass and knowing I'd have my hands all over it soon enough. I didn't hesitate and just took her in my arms at the foot of the bed, my hands going from her waist down to her ass, squeezing it while pulling her against my growing tool. We made out passionately as if making up for lost time and missed opportunities before Sarah finally broke away.
"I've been thinking about fucking you since yesterday," she said.
"Then let's get to it," I replied and started to lift her shirt up. She raised her arms and allowed me to remove it before reaching for my shirt and raising it. Rather than going for her bra next, I worked on opening her capris while she did the same with my jeans. Her capris dropped to her ankles leaving her in just bra and panties and causing my cock to grow even harder as I looked her over.
"I'm going to suck your cock this time, too," she said as she extracted it from my jeans after discovering that I was not wearing any underwear.
"And I'm going to let you suck my cock," I replied, savoring the feel of her hand on my rigid tool, "but I'm also going to eat your pussy since you denied me that last time, too."
"Okay," she agreed, "but fucking first, right?"
"Absolutely," I replied as I stepped out of my jeans while she still stroked my cock. I reached out to caress her tits through her bra before reaching behind her to unfasten it. She released my cock as I slid her bra down her arms, my gaze fixed on her freckled chest and her nipples and areolas. I dropped her bra to the floor and my hands went back to her tits, caressing the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples. She moaned softly and reached for my cock again. I was still kind of amazed that the skinny girl with little more than a couple of mosquito bites on her chest that night we'd fooled around now had such a curvaceous body and a succulent pair of tits. I had every intention of squeezing my cock between them before she left my hotel room later that day.
I lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples, requiring her to release my tool again, and my hands gradually moved down to her ass then to the sides of her panties as I started to slide them down. I dropped to my knees to admire her trim bush as I helped her step out of them then kissed her abdomen before standing again. I kissed her lips then turned and climbed onto the bed, lying on my back in the middle of it. She crawled onto the bed, her tits swinging, but paused to wrap her lips around my throbbing tool, not necessarily to prove to me that she was willing to do it now, but more likely because she was anxious to do it. She sucked my cock very briefly, but long enough to let me know that I was absolutely going to enjoy it, then moved up far enough to straddle my hips.