The Reunion; Part 1

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The Reunion; Part 1My heart was pounding. I knew I shouldn’t have been nervous, why should I be nervous for Christ ’s sakes, I hadn’t seen any of these morons in three years time, they never gave a damn when I was around why would they now? I swept my fingers through my hair and fiddled at the neck line of my dress, which perfectly enhanced my D cup breasts. I looked like I was trying too hard, why was I even bothering? I pushed my long blonde side fringe back again and tried my hardest not to bite my freshly manicured nails. Let me elaborate, I was about to go to a school reunion, just turned 21, halfway through my psychology degree in one of the Countries best universities, and I had changed so much since my old school days. When I was in school, I hadn’t been the most popular candidate for dating to say the least. Never the prettiest or skinniest, always “the friend”. So while I was in school, I had felt ignored, invisible to an extent, and now all those anxious feelings were returning. The butterflies must have been having a rave, because my stomach was doing flips with anticipation. With shaky hands, I fastened my locket around my neck. I had most certainly blossomed since I finished school. Any excess weight I’d had fell off with the yoga classes I took up, and so my hips were in perfect symmetry with my breasts. My curves were highlighted in the cream figure hugging halter neck dress I had picked out the week before. My fashion sense had definitely improved since I’d left! With final touches on the brown eye shadow I had applied to bring out my hazel eyes, and the last touch up on my lips, I went down the hall into the kitchen to have one last sip of my vodka before heading out the door to the taxi. The driver took a look at me climbing in the back with boggling eyes. I murmured the address of the pub where the event was taking place and he gave a booming laugh, “You look a bit dolled up going to that dump,dont’cha love!” I knew it, I had been trying too hard, but I was running late and had to just deal with the fact that I was going to this stupid party. The thought of seeing my old classmates just wasn’t appealing.I never really got on with the girls in my year. Too snotty, cock hungry, and attention seeking. I envied their perfect hair, perfect make up, perfect clothes and perfect skin. I had the opposite. Fuzzy dirty blonde curls, dry skin and a woeful fashion sense. And they loved to remind me of this every day. I would sit with the boys at lunch and listen as they would compare each girl like cattle traders, “Ah but she’s got some rack of tits on her!”, “Yeah but she’s gotton the ride more than anyone else, her pussy would be like an endless pit!’’. It seemed as though they’d never really realised bakırköy escort I was a girl. But it was either that or listen to the latest gossip about who was having sex with who on the weekend with the girls, although I feel like they wouldn’t have wanted me there either. I might have enjoyed the discussions, had I been having sex. I went through my entire school days boyfriend less and still a virgin.Of course on the rare moments I went out I’d had a fondle with drunk feeble handed males but they didn’t count. Due to my own hideousness I’d only be able to pull other hideous people. In college things hadn’t gotton much better, I changed in my looks but found from my time of sitting with the boys, I had a hard time letting my guard down because I was afraid of being used. My experiences were limited, I was still a virgin but I had received my first proper orgasm, the thought of which aroused me each time I thought about it. It popped into my head as the taxi pulled off into the street.It was a student night out. I’d had the most horrendous week you could imagine, the list of unfortunate events is endless so I’ll spare you the doom and gloom. I’d got paid that day and got asked to go out with a small group of college friends for ”one drink”. Anyone who’s been through college knows you can’t only go for, ”one drink”, and so I was completely and utterly intoxicated. I staggered outside to the smoking area, where my eyes were drawn towards a beautiful creature on the other side of the smoking area. He stood at well over 6 foot, with short cropped jet black hair and rough stubble. Wearing a pair of scruffy jeans and a sports shirt, I wandered over to him wearing my work uniform, a skirt and shirt. I was enticed by his rugged looks. I discovered he was in college also, doing a sports science degree. I’d be shocked if I remembered his name, my memory got drowned out by a large amount of alcohol. I do however remember his very well built chest, his striking blue eyes, and how I was entranced by him. I can’t remember how we got talking, or what we were talking about, but I remember the burning urge between my legs to touch him. The bar we were in was jammed due to the cheap drinks, so the smoking area was fairly empty. I remember how he leaned into me, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck, my body swaying as the vodka was hitting my system. He held my neck to lean in to whisper something into my ear, his touch sending electric pulses down my body to shock the area where the moistness was growing under my panties. His warm breath brushed my face as his smell enveloped the air, goose bumps appearing all down my arms. I wanted him.Usually being a bit refined to say the least, he unleashed beşiktaş escort something in me which I can’t explain. I thought of this when I was in the taxi; we had just gone down the street when I felt my new black French laced thong becoming damp. The driver was humming along to some old crap on the radio, so I slid over to the corner of the seat and slid my hand up my dress as I thought on. My pussy was dripping across my lips as I slipped my pants across with my right hand, leaving my left fingers enabled to delve into my tight pussy. Any nerves about the party to be forgotten with a growing urge to make myself cum. My fingers travelled further up my pussy to rub my juices into my swollen clit. A small moan escaped me. The driver asked if I was, “Alri love?”, but I just bit my lip, rubbing more furiously on my clit as I thought on.I had a burning desire to fuck him there and then. As he was leaned in against me, the growing bulge in his jeans was blatantly obvious against my hip. I pulled him in towards me; my whole body was overcome with pulses, each of them like tremors. My lips brushed off his, his hand pulling me closer, twisting my hips around for him to push his stiff cock between my legs. I wrapped him around me, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands all over my body. We stumbled to the shadows, his big defined lips, nipping at my own lips and my neck as our breaths became heavier, rolling off each other. I tugged at his pants while he held my ass up, pushing me against a wall in the darkness. Blush creeping up my neck with pleasure, I pulled his jeans down to his knees as he tried to force his bulging cock through the damp softness of my panties, our groins pulsating while being rubbed against one another. He softly licked up my neck as I pulled my bra’s sleeves down, pressing my bare, plump breasts into his face. He gently bit on my right nipple, it became rock hard as his eager tongue teased my piercing. Nipping and squeezing my tit gently, I moaned softly into his shoulder as I caressed his steel rod out of his boxers. I rubbed his precum down his shaft, pumping my small, soft hands up and down his erect cock. He dropped off my tit and leaned his head back into the corner of the wall as I leaned down and kissed up his growing shaft. My tongue rubbed eagerly against his pink, dripping head, as I manoeuvred my tongue piercing off it carefully. I thought of his sweet, rock hard cock in the taxi and rammed 2 fingers into my mouth, sucking them hard while my pussy was throbbing in my other hand. I quietly groaned as I the driver muttered under his breath, “Stupid drunken k**s…” Two fingers explored deeper into my tight pussy while it pulsated around them. beylikdüzü escort My hips pushed up against my thrusts.I felt his cum shooting down my throat before it dripped down my chin. I sucked hungrily at his spurting cock and then licked at my chin when he’d finished, licking his cum off my fingers. He looked down at me, his vieny cock growing again as I stared up into his amazing blue eyes and felt my pussy go on fire with wanting for him. He pulled me up, pushing my skirt up my tummy, before he crouched down and pulled my clit between his teeth, sucking on it like he had done to my nipple. My knees buckled and I couldn’t tell which I one I was drunk from, him or the vodka. His tongue lapped at my juices, while he spread my pussy lips with two fingers. He pushed his tongue against my love button while he poked a finger up my tight horny pussy. I groaned. My juices dripping onto his chin as his finger fucked my virgin pussy. A laughing drunken fool who fell through the door broke us apart. He jumped up quickly as I pulled down my skirt, while he fastened his jeans wiping his cum soaked chin. My thighs were wet, and I was too weak kneed and light headed to even consider putting my bra back on. The hammered drunk stumbled back inside, making obscene gestures to his friends, as we relaxed again. He looked into my eyes before he kissed me. His hand then creeped back up my skirt, caressing my inner thighs, before he rotated his thumb on my panty clad clit. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues twined together, his middle finger pushing past my pants and inside my tight bald cunt. “Oh, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned into my neck. He reached my G Spot and I squirmed, hips bucking into his thrusting finger, biting on my lip to stop a scream escaping. I came all over his rotating hand. He kept his finger inside me until I stopped bucking, my entire body drowning in pleasure. My nipples froze, hard as diamonds from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He pulled his finger from me and rubbed it on my lips. I sucked and licked his finger like a hungry baby. A shirtless guy burst through the door shouting his name, and he disappeared from the darkness, the light highlighting his taught arse and broad shoulders, leaving me to hitch my skirt down from my tummy. I’d never felt more dirty or cheap in my life. The thoughts of someone seeing us, thinking I was a slut, made my pussy twitch. My best panties were drenched, and my pussy was still burning from my orgasm. I quietly staggered out from the shadows, my knees weak. Unfortunately, I never did see that man again. After such an exciting experience, I had to lose my virginity in public, I was determined to.Another quiet grunt escaped me in my efforts to cum in the back of the cab. The driver turned down his radio, listening carefully to my quiet gasps. He coughed. I looked into the taxi mirror, I saw two things. The first was my own eyes, flashing with lust. And the second, the driver’s eyes, lighting up as they landed on my bald damp pussy…To be continued.

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