Road Reunion

For background on this story, please see my story,

Accidental Sleepover -

theo

*****

I was standing in the middle of a crowd at the registration table for the Creative Design conference I was attending, when a woman's voice rang out above the din, calling my name.

"Jon! Jon!"

I looked around, but couldn't immediately locate the woman summoning me. Whoever it was, though, she didn't give up easily.

"Jon Nelson! Is that you?"

There she was. . . A dark-haired woman, who looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place how I'd have known her.

"It's me," she said, making her way next to me through the crowd, "Ellen."

"Ellen! My god, it's really you!"

Instantly, we wrapped each other in a warm embrace.

I hadn't seen Ellen in years. My god, she had been one of my closest friends back in my school days. We'd probably known each other from our grade school days, and in high school, we'd belonged to the same social group. Ellen, in particular, was probably my closest female friend in those days. We used to go for long drives out in the country, talking about deep questions, and 'solving the world's problems'. I felt like there was nothing I couldn't talk to her about.

But the biggest thing I remembered Ellen for was the delightful ruse she played on me when we were freshmen at different colleges, setting the two of us up to give each other our virginities. Ellen was the first woman I ever had sex with, and I was her first, as well. You never forget your first time, or the woman you did it with, and I found my mind wandering back to that wonderful first sexual experience.

"It's so good to see you, Jon," Ellen said, calling me back from my reverie. "What are you doing at a Creative Design conference?"

"I have an engineering consulting company," I explained, "and we often run into design 'blocks'. I'm looking for ways to 'think outside the box', and maybe find some solutions I hadn't thought of before."

"Well, this is the right place for you, then," she responded. "I've been coming here for years, and 'thinking outside the box' is what they do best."

"What about you, Ellen?" I asked. "What brings you here?"

"My husband and I run a home remodeling company. I do the interior design work, and I need to be creative. I always come away from this conference with fresh ideas."

She looked at the schedule sheet in my hand. "Which sessions are you signed up for?" Scanning my sheet, she looked disappointed. "We're not in any sessions together today, but it looks like we'll be in a couple of tomorrow's sessions together." Looking up at me, she said, "Maybe we could have dinner tonight - which hotel are you staying at?"

"The Essex. Just a couple blocks from here."

"I'm at the Essex, too!" she exclaimed. "Why don't we meet in the lobby, say 7 o'clock, and we can go from there?"

"Sounds good. Is your husband here?"

"No," she said, with a dismissive wave. "He takes care of the business and the nuts and bolts. I do all the creative stuff. And he hates crowds like this."

"Okay, then," I grinned. "It's a date! See you at 7!"

*****

At 7 o'clock, I took the elevator down to the lobby to wait for Ellen. A few minutes late, she jogged breathlessly through the main door to the street, still wearing the dress and heels she'd worn to the conference.

"Sorry I'm late," she apologized. She hugged me, kissing my cheek. "I got into a long discussion with a couple of the presenters, and lost track of the time."

"No worries," I replied. "Where's a good place to eat?"

"Do you mind if we just go to the place here at the hotel? It's really pretty good, and I don't want to take the time to go up to my room and change."

"Sounds great to me" I agreed, with a wink. "I'm here to catch up with an old friend. Great food is only my second priority."

She smiled. "You're a dear." And we strolled back to the hotel restaurant.

We got seated, and both ordered gin-and-tonics.

"It's really great to see you, Ellen," I said. "The road can be a lonely place, so it's really nice to run into someone you know."

Ellen smiled. "It's good to see you, too, Jon. God, what's it been, twenty years?"

"Pretty close to that, I think." I looked across the table. Ellen looked great. She had seemed kind-of skinny in high school, but I had learned better in college, when we would get together for a weekend of sex every month or so. But here she was, a grown woman, with a husband, and probably kids. She had filled out nicely, and her mature self was confident and outgoing.

"You're married," I said.

"Fifteen years, last month."

"Kids?"

"Three of 'em - girl, boy, girl, twelve, nine and six." She reached into her purse and pulled out photos. I could see bits of her in all of them; the oldest girl was a dead ringer for her. One of the pictures had her husband in it - a big, husky guy who obviously was right at home swinging a hammer.

"Beautiful family," I smiled.

"Yes, they are," she agreed. "How about you? Are you married?"

"Uh-huh. About the same as you - next month is our fourteenth." I pulled out my wallet, and showed her pictures of my two boys. "Ten and seven."

"Sweet!" she said, smiling.

I continued to look across the table at her. God, she looked good! And every time she opened her mouth, I had a flash of recognition, of remembering why I'd fallen for her, way back when. "We had some great times together, back in the day," I said. "I remember those long drives in the country, solving the world's problems."

"Those were a lot of fun," she smiled. "But I liked the weekends we spent together in college even more."

There it was. She remembered the sex we'd had together. The wonderful, incredible, first-time-in-our-lives sex. Not that I'd thought she might have forgotten it, but she was setting it right out on the table, for us to talk about. Twenty years later, and both of us married to other people. I looked into her eyes. "Those were incredible, Ellen."

She smiled warmly. "You were my first, Jon. That was so special to me; I've never forgotten it. I'd never had a penis inside me before then. And the first penis I ever had was yours. God, it was wonderful! Thank you!"

"And your vagina was the first one to receive my penis." I smiled at the memory. "As I recall, it was your idea before it was mine."

She laughed. "God, I wanted you so bad! I was horny as hell - I just wanted to know what a penis would feel like inside me - but you always treated me like a person, and not just a piece of female meat, so I'm glad it was you. Thank you for that. . ."

"Geez, Ellen, thank YOU - no woman had ever desired me; it just floored me that you did."

"You know, Jon, most of my friends had awful first times - awkward, embarrassing, whatever - but you made my first time beautiful, just because you were my friend, and not just a horny boy who wanted to fuck. I realize how fortunate I was for that."

I looked across the table at her, getting lost in the marvelous memories of our long-ago shared sexual experiences.

"Jon?" she asked.

"Yes, Ellen?"

"Will you share my bed with me tonight? For old times' sake? To celebrate and remember the good times we had?"

My mind spun. Ever since I'd seen her that morning, all I'd been thinking about was the amazing sex we'd had together in our college days. And now, here she was! And she wanted to have sex with me again! I thought about my wife, and about her husband. But my wife, and her husband, were a thousand miles away. . .

"Ellen, I would love to."

*****

As soon as we got through the door to Ellen's room, she kicked off the heels she'd worn all day, flinging them with her toe to the far corner of the room. "God, it feels good to get out of those," she declared." I followed her lead and removed my own shoes. She turned to me with a wide smile. "It is so good to see you, Jon."

Instantly, we embraced each other tightly, kissing each other passionately, our tongues eagerly entwining with each other, our jawbones working in concert, inflaming our passion for each other. We ran our hands over each other's bodies. Through the fabric of her dress, I felt her back and sides, her ass, the sides of her breasts. She felt my shoulders and my ass. She ran her hand down to my crotch, and gripped my expanding erection through my pants.

With one hand, she began unbuttoning my shirt, continuing to stroke my cock with her other hand. When all my buttons were unfastened, she stripped my shirt off over my shoulders, then my undershirt. She began sensually licking my chest.

"Mmmmm," she purred, "I don't remember your chest being so hairy. Very sexy. . ." With her lips, she nuzzled and tugged at my chest hair, covering my torso with kisses, and licking my nipples.

Abruptly, she turned her back to me. Holding her hair aside, she ordered me, "Help me out of my dress."

There was a long row of buttons down the back of her dress, and I began methodically unbuttoning them, all the way down. When the back was open enough for me to reach inside, I unclasped her bra strap, and reached around her to fondle her breasts. They felt bigger than I remembered, and I savored the full, jiggling heft of them, while Ellen cooed with delight at my touch.

When I had unfastened all the buttons of her dress, I gently nudged it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She shrugged off her bra and turned to face me.

"God, Ellen," I breathed, "your breasts are magnificent. They're even bigger than I remember them."

She blushed, and thrust her chest out. "You think so?"

"Mm-hmm." I cupped my hands over her firm, round tits, squeezing and savoring her fulsome femininity. "Oh yes," I affirmed, "absolutely." She had definitely filled out nicely from her college days, and the effect on her breasts was all to the good.

While I delighted in her breasts, Ellen fumbled with my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, dropping them down to the floor. My cock was erect, angling upward, making a tent in my underwear. A circle of pre-cum wetted the stretchy fabric of my briefs. Eagerly, Ellen tugged at my underwear, pulling it down over my stiff prong, so I was fully exposed to her gaze.

With my cock thus exposed, she began to stroke it in earnest, rubbing the slick pre-cum up and down my shaft. "God, I love your cock. Is it bigger than it used to be?"

"I don't know," I growled, "but I do know that you're making me incredibly horny."

"You're not the only one," she answered, and pressed her nearly-naked body against mine.

I slid my hands inside the back of her panties and cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and stroking them, pulling her into myself, my hungry cock rubbing against her belly. Then I pushed her panties down, sliding them off her, so we were both naked.

For a while, we just continued embracing each other, rubbing and sliding our naked bodies against each other, our breathing coming in short gasps as our excitement grew.

Then Ellen pushed me back, sitting me on the edge of her bed. Kneeling between my legs, she covered my cockhead with her lips, swirling her tongue around the spongy flesh. I rolled my head back at the intensity of the sensations she was creating in my penis.

In our college days, Ellen had never sucked my cock. Clearly, I was not getting the same Ellen I'd had back in the day, but a more mature, more experienced, more sexually-talented Ellen than I'd known all those years ago.

She cradled my balls in her hand, and soon I was rigidly, strainingly hard. "Ellen," I gasped, "if you don't stop, I'm going to come."

"Not just yet," she said, and pulled her head off my cock. Standing, she spread her legs on either side of mine, and slowly lowered herself onto my pole.

"Yesssss," she groaned, as she swiftly enveloped me completely within herself. I held her back with my hands, and she clenched her cunt-muscles tightly on my shaft.

"Oh god," I groaned.

She leaned back, making the contact between us even tighter. Slowly, she began to rock her hips, sliding her wet channel back and forth on my length. God, it felt intense! I could feel myself rising to a climax, but I didn't want to come yet - I wanted to savor my long-ago lover for as long as possible.

Holding her tightly against myself with my hand between her shoulder blades, I flipped us over onto the bed, so I was now on top of her. In that comfortable position, we could continue mating for a long time, my cock sliding in and out of her, while she ground her hips up against me, taking me ever-deeper inside herself, intensifying the sensations in my cock. She was making it feel like our bodies were melding into a single erotic entity, bonding us to each other in the deepest, most intimate possible way.

In and out, on and on we mated together, until time ceased mattering, and our universe was reduced to the two of us, and our joined bodies.

I don't know how long we'd been screwing, but eventually, I felt my orgasm arising deep inside my balls. "Ellen," I moaned, "I'm going to come. . ."

"Yes, Jon; me too. Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a groan, I released myself to my orgasm. My body shook and trembled as my semen surged from the tip of my cock, flowing, filling Ellen with my manly essence.

"Oh, yes, Jon!" she cried. "Oh god, yesss!" She rolled her head back and shuddered, her own orgasm matching mine.

Gradually, our bodies slowed their grinding together, and finally stopped. My cock shrank and lazily slipped out of her. We continued to hold one another for a long time afterward.

"God, Ellen," I panted, "that was incredible!" I don't think it was ever like that for us before."

"Of course it wasn't," she concurred. "Both of us are twenty years more experienced now. The first time we came together, neither of us knew anything about sex, except that we both really wanted it. I've learned a lot in twenty years, and so have you."

"True that," I agreed. I laid my head back, thinking back to when Ellen and I had made love before, and savoring the warm buzzing in my satisfied cock from the love we had just made.

"Ellen?" I asked.

"Yes, Jon?"

"Since you and I last made love. . ." I paused, unsure whether to continue or not.

"Yes, Jon?"

I sighed, deciding to throw caution to the wind. "Since you and I last made love, how many men have you. . . had?"

She smiled coquettishly. "Well, you were my first. . ."

"I knew that. . ."

She laughed the mischievous, carefree laugh that had charmed me all those years ago. "Of course you did. I had two boyfriends after you, while I was still in college. The first one was fun, but we both knew it was just about the sex. The second one was serious; I actually thought we might get married."

"And then your husband?"

"Uh-huh. I wound up doing some decorating work for a remodeling job of his. He asked me out on a date, and we just absolutely clicked together. We had sex after that first date, and it was amazing. Neither of us has never looked back."

"So, your husband is a good lover?"

"My husband is an incredible lover."

My face must have fallen at her confession that her husband is a better lover than me. I thought the loving we had just shared was pretty incredible, too.

"Stop it, Jon!" she laughed, giving me a teasing shove. "You and I just had amazing sex together. Even I thought it was amazing sex. But you're you, and my husband is my husband. He and I have been making love together for fifteen years, and we know each other better than our own selves. When you and I are done here, you're going to go back home to your wife, whom you adore, and I'm going to go back to my husband, whom I also adore. You're a wonderful lover, too, my friend. Nobody else, not even my husband, will ever be my first and I cherish you in my heart for that. And just now, you did things to my body that are uniquely your own, and wonderful because they're yours. Don't ever compare yourself to a woman's other lovers. It's not fair to either of you."

I sighed. "You're right, of course. And just between you and me, you blew my mind, just a little, tonight."

"Good."

She rolled toward me, propping her head up on her hand. "How about you? How many women have you had since you and I last made love?"

"Not too different from yours, I think. Two serious girlfriends before I met my wife. Plus a couple other quick flings."

"'Quick flings?'" she laughed. "You're such a guy. . ."

"I didn't say I was proud of it."

"I didn't say you shouldn't be; it's your life, Jon."

We cuddled together, saying nothing for a long time, just savoring the feeling of each other's naked skin against our own. Lazily, I cupped my hand over Ellen's breast and began gently kneading it. She made no objection. She slid her hand across my belly, searching for and finding my penis. She began slowly stroking me, from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock, renewing my erection.

"So, Mr. First-Time-Guy-Who-I-Just-Had-Wonderful-Sex-With. . . You wanna do it again?"

"Well, Ms. First-Time-Girl-Who-I-Also-Just-Had-Wonderful-Sex-With. . . Oh, Hell Yes!"

"I thought maybe."

She rolled over and took me in her mouth again. I smiled at the realization that she was essentially sucking her own fluids from my cock. Her oral magic was just as effective as it had been earlier, and quickly, my cock was stiffly erect, pointing straight up toward the ceiling.

She rolled herself on top of me. Raising herself up onto her knees, she lined her pussy up with my erection, lowering herself until she had just captured my cockhead between her labia. Pausing to give me a gentle squeeze with her cunt-muscles, she quickly dropped onto my pole, taking me inside herself completely.

When I was fully buried in her cunt, she gave me a long, sensual squeeze with her pussy-muscles.

"Oh god, Ellen," I gasped, "that's incredible." It took all my self-control not to come instantly.

She settled into a slow, sultry rhythm, grinding her pussy back and forth on my pole, creating wonderful, warm buzzing sensations that radiated out from my loins, bathing my whole body in the glow of our sex.

As she continued grinding on my cock, I reached up to grab her delightful tits, squeezing and kneading them, which only served to raise my arousal to even higher levels.

"Mmmmm. . ." Ellen groaned. "That's nice. . . god, I love how you feel inside me.

She fell forward, laying herself flat against my body. I could feel her breasts squash against my chest, sliding back and forth as she continued undulating herself on my erection. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and began pumping my hips, driving my cock in and out of her, matching my thrusts to her rhythm.

Neither of us wanted our intimate, erotic union to end. Both of us were savoring the sensations of our bodies joining together deeply and passionately. Our hands roamed across each other's bodies, stroking and caressing each other, even as we continued fucking on and on. God, it was incredible!

I don't know how long we kept at it; a long time. When Ellen sat back up, she increased her pace, grinding herself on my cock at a furious pace, her breathing shallow and rapid. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, Jon, I'm coming! Oh god. . . Come with me, Jon. . ."

Vigorously, I thrust up into her, raising my ass off the bed as I matched her, thrust for thrust, until we both exploded in orgasm.

"Oh god! Oh Jon. . . Ohhhh. . ." Ellen wailed, as her body twisted and writhed in orgasmic fulfillment.

I had no words; I could only laugh out loud, for sheer erotic joy, and soon Ellen collapsed on top of me, joining me in joyous laughter.

She folded her arms across my chest, resting her chin on her crossed arms, looking into my eyes.

"That, my friend, was some fantastic fucking," she breathed.

"I think we agree on that."