I had been in the Army for 22 years and never seemed to be able to attend my small town class reunions. On the occasion of my 25th reunion, I made a special effort to go. My wife would go but she was several years younger than me and didn't know many of my classmates. She opted out of the Friday night informal gathering in favor of the Saturday night ceremony at the Country Club. I grabbed my best friend, Mike, and headed for the Schultz' farm on the outskirts of town. The party was just going to be a good old-fashioned kegger. Mike stayed at home while I roamed the World so I needed him to tell me who all the people were. In turn, no one knew me either. I had put on 80 pound of muscle and grown a couple of inches taller since my senior year. It was the Army chow, I guess.
Before long my junior year flame, Nancy, came over to our bale of hay and asked Mike "who's your friend?"
I said, "I can't believe you don't know me, Nan?" She immediately jumped me nearly knocking me off the bale backwards. She hugged my neck and kissed me like we used to! I immediately felt all the past in a rush of blood to my groin. The years had made what I always consider the most beautiful girl in our class even more stunning. She was tall at 5'10'and about 125 lbs. She had a pert set of 36C tits that even at age 43 were standing tall and proud. I loved her great nipples and she loved how I loved them. She filled the back end of those jeans with an exceptionally great ass and she had a pronounced split (we used to call it a camel toe) where her pussy hit the seam in front. Time was really very good to Nan. She was the first girl I had ever made love to. We grew apart and finally broke up in our senior year. She got a quick tear in her eye when we started to reminisce about our dating days. I asked what was wrong but she just shrugged it off.
After a few minutes of talking to Nan, I was feeling like a dog and asked her if she wanted to jump my bones like she used to. She said it would be great. I excused myself and asked Mike to meet me in a couple of hours at the parking spot where all the kids go to neck on Hwy "K". We jumped in her SUV and drove to the spot. Before the engine stopped, I had my hand on her tit and began kissing down her neck. The greatest advantage to past lovers is that you know all the right buttons to push. I kissed her earlobes and she quickly slipped to the edge of the seat to give my roaming hand a better shot at her pussy. I rubbed that puffed up mound through her jeans and she started to coo. I was about to ask her to strip off her clothes when she stopped my hand. It was obvious she was taking charge of the situation.
She sat straight up, quickly moved over top of me and told me to lie back on the reclined seat. I obeyed. Twenty years of marriage and Army training makes you understand an order given. I know that when a lady takes charge to enjoy it; don't fight it. She quickly unzipped my jeans to expose her favorite toy. When we dated she would give me hand jobs but no oral sex. We were just farm kids without a clue. We knew how to fuck as we saw it all the time with the cows and horses but foreplay was not high on our list. It was more like, "Just get in there and plow the field". I waited to see the changes that time had brought to my dear friend. She slipped my jeans down to my ankles and sucked my already semi-hard dick into her pretty waiting mouth. It was so warm. I wish I could say it was like old times but no. She was always bright and gifted. She had learned to give great head. She sucked like it was time for the cows to come home or so it seemed. In just a couple minutes, I was ready to blow a big load so I told her to be careful. She just said in a deep sultry voice, "Bring it on". I'd never heard her talk like that. She was so sexy and mysterious. I lost it in a second. I must have shot jism to the back of her throat because she choked just a little. I thought it was going to spoil it for her but she licked up the rest from my dick and came up with a big grin on her face. "Now it is my turn, " she barked.
