Our thirtieth high school reunion turned out to be a huge success. We meet only every ten years, but it seemed that everyone had a good time discussing the years gone by as well as current events. Very few showed pictures of their grandchildren, or got up to dance, as the music was much too loud for us "old" folk. We both came to the reunion without our spouses. We both knew how such spouses must feel as wall flowers, not knowing anyone except their own partner.
We had talked only briefly at the previous reunions. We were in school together from grade school through high school, but we had never dated. We both went up north to a large out-of-state university, but did not know that until later. She became a high school teacher and remained in the area. She had married and had two kids and now several grandkids. I became an engineer and moved down south to take a nerdy job. I also was married and had two children, but no grandkids.
She was a cheerleader at school and I was in to sports, basketball and track. She was short and I was tall. She wore long dark hair; I generally wore a crew cut. Now in our late forties, I had lost most of my hair but still remained in good shape. She had put on a few extra pounds and quite a few wrinkles on her smiling face.
At this reunion something special happened. She had a certain smile and a sparkle in her eyes. We spent much more time together, but still wandered around talking to all our old friends and even to many that we hardly knew in high school. When we danced, a slow one of course, her head came up to my shoulder and her breasts pressed into my lower stomach. We moved slowly, both, I think, reflecting on our middle and high school dances. I could not remember whether we had danced together before, but this time she saved the last dance for me.
A picnic was scheduled for the following day and we both agreed that it would be nice to meet again before going our separate ways. We both drove to the picnic, but after a while no one from our former gang showed up and we felt rather lonely. I suggested we go for a hike. She knew of a wilderness area near-by and told me to follow her. We were both aware that we were married, and not to each other. On the way we stopped at a local grocery store and picked up a backpack full of healthy tidbits and enough water to keep us alive. We started out at the end of the road where we had parked the car.
It was a warm summer day. White fluffy clouds helped reduce the danger of our getting roasted by the sun. Both of us were unfamiliar with the trail system, but it was well marked. The whole area was at rather a high altitude, so most, but not all, of the trees had been logged off so there was only occasional tree cover. New growth and a few older trees covered the open spaces between huge boulders. We stopped at a signpost that mentioned a hut where we could stop for a rest. We started climbing. The trail was not too difficult but it slanted upwards. Once in a while we could catch a glimpse of the hut in the distance.
I let her take the lead so she could set the pace. It was a wonderful day; my eyes wandered over the hills and valleys of the surrounding countryside and over the cute hills bouncing in her jeans. The rocking motion of her buttocks caused me to entertain some very natural thoughts. The only time we had ever kissed was decades ago in grade school. At our high school reunion I had only briefly even contemplated the idea of having sex with her.
After a while we stopped for a rest. With her standing on a rock, we were the same height. I moved closer to embrace her. We hesitated but then attempted a brief touching of our lips. We both wanted more! We joined in a delicious, dusty kiss, our lips opened and our tongues searching. Her lips were so soft and delicious; what a good kisser she turned out to be. We were already sweating and could feel the heat of our bodies. We placed our arms around each other and hugged. I could feel her breasts against my chest. We continued hiking but paused again, exhausted, after half an hour.
We then closed in for another kiss; my right hand moved behind her and rested upon her rear cheek. She stopped kissing, leaned back and smiled at me. She reached for my left hand and with a grin placed it on her breast. I was surprised but pleased and fondled her breast as we resume dour kissing and hugging.
We continued our hike. The next time we stopped, my hand reached for her breast as we pulled together. She moved a bit to the side and tried to slide her leg between mine. I moved my feet slightly apart and she continued to press until her pussy was against my thigh. I could feel her heat and grasped her breast even tighter. We enjoyed a wet, warm kiss. I could feel my cock harden somewhat, but did not know if she could feel it with her hip. We separated and continued hiking.
Higher up we paused once again. We started kissing and assumed the position that we had practiced previously. She pressed her jeans-covered pussy to my thigh, and then she let her hand fall to the front of my jeans. She could feel me harden and traced the outline of my erection with her fingers. Her hand went down and fondled my balls. We were kissing with open eyes. We both leaned back; I was still holding her breast. We smiled at each other. "That feels nice," I said.
We both knew that we wanted more. My other hand descended to the front of her jeans. She moved one foot to the side to allow me to felt her heat. If we had a nice place to relax on, we surely would have explored each other's bodies. We parted and took a long drink of water, saying nothing. Both of us were thinking of our mutual desires and wondering how far we would or should go.
I said to her, "It is strange that we kissed once in grade school, and after all these years we kiss once again, but now there is a difference, I want to taste you." She grinned and pretended to be embarrassed. We continued climbing; the hut in the distance did not appear to be getting any closer. We were getting tired. It was too late to go back so we decided to continue on up to the hut. We realized that we would not make it back to the car by dusk.
Every once in a while we would pause and kiss, our hands roaming over the outside of our jeans. If I was not hard, she caressed my jeans until she could feel me. While we kissed, my fingers searched for her nipples. She told me that her nipples pointed somewhat upwards and were difficult to grasp. Her honestly regarding such an intimate area turned me on. I grabbed her between the legs. She told me that she was wet. I just smiled and let my tongue hang out to simulate lapping. She knew that I wanted to taste her wetness and that made her even wetter.