Fucking an ex-girlfriend at my high school reunion

This encounter took place on the night of my fifteenth high school reunion with an ex-girlfriend of mine, Amber. Amber and I were in the same clique in high school but actually didn't get together until the summer between our freshman and sophomore years of college. The first time we fucked was at a party over a friend's house where we both had a little too much to drink and smoke, but even after we sobered up, we agreed the sex was incredible and that we wanted to do it again. For the rest of the summer, we fooled around whenever the opportunity presented itself and used each other to experiment sexually, figuring out our likes, dislikes, kinks and fetishes, but never let it get too serious, knowing we didn't want to be involved in any type of long distance relationship when school started back up in the fall.

When the summer ended, we stuck with our original plan and broke things off and we never ended up fucking again since then, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about it. Even though neither of us were virgins our first time together, she was my first for trying several other things, was always enthusiastic when we fucked, was the first girl to squirt for me, and I still rank her in my top 3. She ended up staying at her college the following summer and we eventually lost touch, but through mutual friends a few years ago I heard she never married and was working as a flight attendant. She had always talked about how much she wanted to travel and see the world, so I guess that was the perfect way to make her dream come true. I liked to picture her being just as wild as she was that summer and wondered how many men, and possibly women, she helped become members of the mile-high club with that adventurous streak of hers. The thought brought a smirk to my face and I have to admit I spanked one out that night fantasizing about bumping into her on a business flight and having my way with her in one of those tiny bathroom stalls while cruising through the clouds.

Fast forward to the night of my high school reunion. I only lived two towns away from where I grew up, so attending for me wasn't too difficult. I knew several of my friends were planning on going, but I wasn't sure what type of turnout there would be beyond us. I had found at the ten-year reunion, that quite a few people had gone downhill quickly and I was more interested in people gawking than anything else so I was hoping for a good crowd. Taking one last look in the mirror, I thought that I was looking pretty good in my tailored suit, and as I made my way downstairs to said goodbye to Stacy, she said just as much then gave me a cheeky wink and a playful warning to "have fun, but not too much fun," as I left the house. She was staying home with the kids that night, saying she'd rather not hear all the stories of our glory days like she had to listen to at the last reunion.

The reunion was being held in the hotel banquet hall of the Marriott on the outskirts of town, which had been renovated since our prom, and as I pulled into the parking lot, I realized it was more full than I expected, and I had to park in the second-to-last row between an old, beat-up minivans and a sleek, luxury sedan. Inside, the decor was a tasteful blend of nostalgia and modern chic, with black and gold balloons and streamers everywhere. The walls were lined with photos from our high school years, the good and the embarrassing, which everyone was eagerly pointing at and laughing over. I picked up my name tag with a picture of myself looking a bit younger and pinned it to my lapel, grabbed a drink, and started scanning the crowd for familiar faces.

It didn't take me long to spot my group of friends huddled together near the bar, several of whom I hadn't seen in a few years. I made my way over to them and saw their faces light up when I got within their line of sight. We exchanged hearty handshakes and slaps on the back, the air thick with the scent of cologne and perfume along with the smell of **** from their drinks. The conversation quickly turned to the usual banter of "who got fat" and "who got rich," as we laughed over the photos of our awkward teenage selves displayed around the room.

Amber arrived a few minutes later and, spotting our group, she made her way over to join us, giving each of us a warm embrace, but I thought, or maybe hoped, that she paused a little longer when hugging me. As she got us all caught up on what she had been up to over the past several years, I kept finding myself staring at her and I don't think I was the only one, the years had been very kind to her. She wore a strapless, red dress that fell to the middle of her thighs and hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating her perky C-cup breasts and her round, inviting ass. She had the same crooked smile and her almond-shaped, hazel eyes still sparkled with the same mischief they had back in the day that typically got her accused of causing trouble even if she hadn't done anything, and her long, brown hair was in loose curls that fell below her shoulders. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my pants as I only half-listened to her stories and thought more about those fun times we had shared together.

I finished my drink and started to excuse myself to get myself another one while asking if anyone else needed anything, but when the order got larger than what one person could carry, Amber said she'd join me to help bring them back. We weaved through the crowd, and I felt her hand rest gently on the small of my back, sending a shiver up my spine as we approached the bar. There was a fairly sizeable line that had formed by this point, so as we took our place at the back of it, I took the opportunity to lean in close to her ear, whispering, "You look absolutely incredible, Amber."

She turned to me with a sultry smile and replied, "Thanks, Dave. You're not looking too bad yourself." Our eyes met, and I noticed hers had a glint of something extra, something that told me she wasn't just being polite and I couldn't help but wonder if she might be thinking about some of the same things I was.

As we waited for the line to advance, I decided there was only one way to find out, and that was to push the boundaries a bit. With a smirk on my face, I leaned in closer to her and whispered, "You know, seeing you in that dress has gotten me a little worked up, like you used to back in the day."

I felt her body tense for a split second, and I thought I'd gone too far, but then she leaned into me, her breath hot against my neck as she murmured, "What do you mean, David? Do you mean I'm making the blood rush to that big cock of yours? Is it starting to throb for me?" She asked, her heart shaped lips breaking into a wide smile.

She obviously didn't seem to mind being crude, so I took it as a green light for me to continue, "Yeah, but you always had a knack for doing that to me. You obviously haven't lost your touch." I said, my voice low and suggestive.

Her eyes danced with amusement as she took a step closer to me, letting her body brush against mine in the crowded space. "I have to say, David, I'm kind of surprised that you're talking to me like this. I thought I heard that you were a happily married man?" she whispered, her breath warm and teasing.

I took a deep breath and smiled back at her, feeling the heat of the moment. "Oh, I am, Amber. Stacy and I have a fantastic life together, and our sex life is still amazing, but that doesn't mean I'm dead. I can appreciate beauty when I see it, and you are one hot piece of ass." I said, my voice low and filled with lust.

Amber chuckled and leaned closer to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. "I see you still know how to sweet-talk a woman, David," she whispered in my ear. "But is that as far as this is going to go tonight? You telling me? Or do you want to show me how much you appreciate this hot piece of ass too?" She asked, shooting me a knowing look.