I grudgingly went to my high school class's 25th reunion. My wife Pam had looked forward to it until she was killed in an automobile accident, so I went for her. She and I graduated from high school together. We didn't start dating until our sophomore years at State college.
The schedule was cocktails at 6:00, dinner at 7:00 and dancing until 1:00 AM. The cash bar would be open all evening.
I arrived shortly after 6 to be met by my old pal Bill. He and I played baseball on summer league teams from little league thru high school varsity. He was the class clown as well as a good friend. We were standing away from the bar when a gorgeous lady walked up to us, said hi Tom and Bill and gave me a huge hug. Bill responded with you are way too young to have graduated with us and I don't recognize you, so you must have married a classmate. She chuckled and said you always were a kidder Bill. She then said that she was sorry to hear about Pam being killed. That's when it dawned on me that this was Heather. I gave her another hug and told Bill who she was.
Heather and Pam were both cheerleaders in high school and friends. Heather and I also dated for most of our senior year. Heather and I had many passionate make out sessions during the school year and we gave each other our virginity after the prom. We had sex a couple of more times before the year ended. After graduation Heather had moved to California to make her fortune. I was heart broken. They say you always will love your first lover, and I guess I did then. I felt deserted. I stayed in Ohio and went to State college.
The Heather in front of me was a much better looking version than the one I dated and that version was plenty hot. Heather had been thin, with small breasts, about 5'5", very pretty and with the biggest smile in the school. This version had added some weight where it was needed, she had done a very professional job on her hair and make up for tonight and wore very expensive clothes that showed she had succeeded in making a lot of money. When I told her she looked great I found out that she still has the best smile in school. Bill couldn't think of anything funny to say or do so he excused himself and left to get another drink.
I asked Heather if she would like to get a drink, on me, and sit down and tell me about her life. She agreed and said make mine a margarita. Heather and I moved to a quiet corner and talked. She had been married, divorced for years, no children, and lived in Arizona. She worked for a manufacturing company as a customer service manager, made good money, and was happy with her job. She dated occasionally, but no one serious, and traveled a lot, for work and for pleasure. I filled her in on my life, my daughter Melody, and so on. They called every one for dinner and we sat together.
After dinner a disc jockey started playing music and the crowd started to mingle. Heather and I were constantly interrupted by classmates wanting to catch up on our lives. Most of the music was loud and fast so Heather and I went outside to chat some more and to get away from the interruptions. She had written to me a few times from California, but the letters ended rather quickly. I told her how hurt I was when she left and she apologized. She said she just had to get away from our town, and she was tired of being poor. I understood the poor part, because my family had little when I was growing up. She had married in less than a year after we graduated, to a guy who was a jerk. They divorced when she got the job offer in Arizona and he wanted to stay in California. She had her own small house, a nice car, and 3 weeks vacation a year.
We noticed that the music had quieted down and gotten slower so I asked Heather if she would like to go inside and dance the slow ones. She said fine, but I haven't danced in years. I found out that she was still a great dancer and it felt good to have my arm around her again. She pulled in close to me like she had when we danced at the prom. This time her tits were much bigger and I loved the feel of them against my chest. Her hips swayed seductively to the music and she put her head on my shoulder. Flashbacks of 25 years ago ran through my mind and I vividly remembered having sex our first time in the back seat of my family's old car.
My cock twitched and started to grow a little at the thought. Heather had been quiet for the whole dance and I wondered if she was remembering too.
She whispered in my ear, "I'm thinking about the time after the prom, too."
I leaned back so I could see her face, and saw a very pretty smile from the girl with the biggest smile in the school. She snuggled back into my chest and said take me with you when you leave tonight. I of course said yes.
When the dance was over we sat at a table and had another margarita. Old friends kept coming over to talk to us. The cheerleaders from high school were glad to see Heather and the baseball and football team members were glad to see me. About 11:00 the crowd started to thin out so I asked Heather if it was time to leave. She gave me that big smile and said yes. I opened the car door for her and she gave me a look at a lot of her still shapely leg. I closed the door, got into my side, started the car and asked Heather if she was sure about going back to my hotel room with me. She leaned across her seat and gave me a passionate kiss and said that she was absolutely sure.
The Heather I remembered had her own mind. You rarely could convince her to do anything until she had decided to do it. Sex after the prom was a decision she made, not something I convinced her to do. That made me feel good about her coming back to my hotel room. I knew she wanted to do it. Heather asked me if I regretted having sex with her as a teenager. My reply was not at all. My only regret was that I couldn't figure out a way to get you into a real bed, so that we didn't have to use the back seat of my car. Her response was that a bed would have been nice, but the car was the best we could do, and the sex was good. Then Heather said tonight we will be in a bed. We arrived at the motel and went straight to my room.
As soon as the door to the room closed behind us I gathered Heather into my arms and gave her a long deep, passionate kiss. My hands immediately reached down and cupped her ass cheeks and gently kneaded them. That had always turned her on as a teenager, and I found out it still did. She was pressing against like she was trying to get inside of my clothes. I moved a hand up to feel those impressive tits of hers while still playing with her ass. Heather broke the kiss and asked me to undress her. I agreed so she resumed kissing me. I found the zipper in the back of her dress and lowered it to her waist. I slid the top of her dress off of her shoulders so I could caress her bare back. I realized that I could no longer unsnap a bra with one hand, but got it done easily with two. Heather stepped back and I pushed her dress and bra to the floor.
Her breasts were amazing. They were at least 36 "C" with hard pink nipples and bronze colored areoles. I had never seen them in good light as a teenager. I leaned in to take one of those glorious nipples into my mouth while I caressed the other breast with my hand. I sucked as much of that tremendous tit into my mouth as I could and circled the nipple with my tongue. I rolled the nipple of her other breast between my thumb and forefinger at the same time. Heather was moaning. I broke the kiss so I could get her white thong off. I slipped it down her smooth as silk, tanned legs. Heather stepped out of the thong, gave me another huge smile and did a slow turn so I could see all of her hot body. She had trimmed her pubic hair but not shaved it.
Heather said, "do you like what you see, Tom?"
What was there not to like? Great tits, slim, tanned and silky soft legs, an awesome ass, topped off with a huge smile.
I responded, "I love it, especially the bush."
Heather replied, "I remembered that you liked my pubic hair."
