Karen took one last look in the mirror before deciding she was ready to go. Wearing her black wraparound skirt and red silk blouse, she felt as confident about her looks as she could be. It felt good to dress a little bit more daring than she could at work. She chuckled to herself imaging her co-workers' opinions if they could see her look this way. Glancing down as she went through the hotel room towards the front door, it seemed the silk molded itself to her tits. It was quite easy to see how big and hard her nipples were. With every step the shirt bounced and swayed noticeably. The fact that she had a pretty large set of tits would not be left up for debate. Karen felt a sense of wickedness in how the silk kept rubbing her nipples. It was a bit softer than the feeling of her skirt parting and brushing against her legs when she moved.
Stopping before the door, Karen took a minute to cup her breasts through the silk. Her hands massaged her nipples until they stood straight out. Moving her hands down further, she easily slid her skirt apart and caressed her right thigh. As she moved her hand upward toward her pussy, she imagined the hand to be that of a dancing partner feeling her up on the dark dance floor. As she straightened up to put on her coat, Karen couldn't help wondering which of her high school friends that would be. Fifteen years of separation was a long time to keep an interest. Biting her lower lip, Karen brushed away her anxiousness. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she looked pretty damn good at 33. It was time to let loose for a change. She was older, but she was also better.
Arriving at the restaurant, Karen found her way to the table holding the name badges and seating assignments. While waiting to move to the front of the tables, she couldn't resist checking the names that were on the table in front of her. So many names she could remember. There were a number of names she'd like to skip seeing tonight. Once in a while, Karen would read a name and remember the times of sex and stolen moments she'd shared with them. Glancing around, she wondered if anyone could read her thoughts. It seemed the heat was rushing through her. Surely someone would sense it.
Shrugging away her silliness, Karen picked up her nametag and pinned it on the waistband of her skirt. Just as she was about to look for her table, she was stopped by a loud wolf whistle directly behind her. Turning around slowly, Karen stood in what she hoped was a sexy pose.
"Oh my. The view from the front is definitely better than the view from behind. I don't suppose you'd want to run down the hallway after me these days, would you?"
"Not in these heels. Maybe if I took them off you'd have a chance." Karen said with an amused smile on her face. "In case you've forgotten Martin, I never could catch you."
"Karen, it's been a lot of years. I've had a long time to wish I'd have run slower."
Martin stepped up and gave Karen the type of bear hug she'd forgotten about. She laughed as he easily picked her up off the floor. He was still 6'2" and easily managed her 5'3" frame. Karen quit thinking and simply enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. It was wonderful to smell his cologne and bury her cheek against his chest.
"I've missed you, Karen. Where have you been?" Martin said softly into her hair.
"Where have I been? I'm not the one that moved from coast to coast. I've only been looking for you for the last seven years Martin. Who else do I have to pick on?"
Martin laughed at her teasing voice. Putting her back down on the floor, he took her arm and moved them both a bit further away from the crowd. He couldn't believe they were together again.
"I'm glad you actually made it to the reunion. I really thought you wouldn't find out about it."
"I almost didn't make it. You have a guardian angel on your side Karen. Any bets on who that would be?" Martin looked a little sheepish while he glanced over at Frank walking their direction.
"Did somebody already start talking about me? Isn't it just like the old days? Anything that happens automatically gets blamed on me."
Karen turned and looked at Frank who stood there looking not so very innocent.
"Come here you two." Karen moved to embrace both of them. "It's damn good to have the three musketeers back together again."
"I don't know why you're so surprised Karen. All I've heard you complain about for the last seven years was not knowing where Martin was. I give you what you ask for and all I get is a hug. Sheesh, at least when I get you excited you hit me."
All three of them laughed as Karen reached over and hit Frank in the arm.
"That's more like it. At least you didn't use your purse that time." Frank rubbed his arm.
"So Karen, who do you want to go pick on first?"
"Martin, I'd really like to take the two of you and go get a drink."
"The bar's over there Karen. I've already been there."
Looking around the restaurant and the bar, Karen took note of all the people crowded in together. She looked over at the mostly empty dance floor. She felt out of place looking at all of these ghosts from the past. It occurred to her that most of her yearning to attend a reunion and catch up with old friends really only centered around a handful of people. Two of them were standing right next to her.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Let's go someplace else. It won't be any different than when we left field trips in school." Karen took Martin's hand in hers as she moved up to press her tits against his arm. "I have a few things I'd like to catch up on."
"Better watch it Martin. Karen likes to get men into bed with her. No telling what she'll do with you once you're there." Frank ducked out of arm's range chuckling and very proud of his self.
"Actually Frank, I was thinking about getting into bed with both of you."
"Is that why you stopped me all those times Karen? One of us not enough?"
