2 comments/ 20373 views/ 6 favorites Not Your Average Reunion By: WhsprdSecrets "Jesus, could my day get any worse?" Sylvia muttered to herself as she sat on the arm of a black leather couch in the sumptuous living room of one of Devlin & Payne's top executives. She'd spent hours getting ready for this. Shower, hair, makeup, everything. And she's agonized over what to wear. She didn't have a huge selection to choose from given her salary and the cost of living in the great city of New York, but she'd saved for the last few months and had finally managed to find the perfect dress. Deep green with a fitted bodice top, the satin material clung to her skin like a lover's hand and swept down from gently rounded hips to her ankles. There were no sleeves, but the straps that held it on her shoulders were wide enough to frame in her face and hair. She'd fallen in love with the dress as soon as she'd seen it. The only lamentable thing about it was that it had taken her nearly three hours to find it. Who knew JCPenney had that many clothes to look through? Five inch heels encased her feet in a death trap of feminine fashion and though her toes were absolutely killing her, the shoes were the perfect match to the dress. Oh, and not to mention the fact that she would have to skimp by on Top Ramen and Macaroni and Cheese for another few weeks to pay for them. All this trouble and expense for the annual Christmas party of Devlin & Payne, the law firm in which she was a secretary. Oh alright, executive assistant. It sounded prettier, but the sad truth was that she was nothing more than a secretary who happened to be able to type at 120 words per minute and could dictate in shorthand. In short, no one actually worthy of the rest of the guest list. Re-crossing her legs for the umpteenth time, she twisted the champagne glass in her hand again before taking a sip. She'd been given the glass when she'd first arrived and was barely halfway through it almost an hour later. Despite the classy updo she'd swept her hair into and the diamonds she'd put in her ears -- a high school graduation gift from her mother -- she felt so out of place. Everyone here was some sort of lawyer or manager or VIP from their most important clients. And she was the lowly secretary that no one noticed because she did her job quietly and efficiently. Not the best end to an evening. Sighing, she figured an hour was enough time to spend perched on a couch in the back corner watching everyone walk by and she rose from her seat. Careful not to catch her shoes on anything -- walking around in high heels on the thick carpet was NOT her idea of a good time -- she stepped away with the resolve to make her goodbyes and go home to soak her feet and watch Star Trek re-runs. Fate, as it seemed, thought differently. No sooner had she moved from her corner than she was promptly plowed into by a large, very hard, masculine body. The champagne left in her glass flew out and she was certain that every single drop of it ended up on her chest. Great. Just great. Without bothering to curse -- what good would it have done anyway? -- she reached around the man for a stack of napkins and began dabbing at the growing wet stain. "God, I'm so sorry," the voice that went with the body said. She didn't look up just yet, mostly because if she did she'd be far too tempted to light into him like a bulldog with a cow bone, and instead just shook her head. "Don't worry. It's just champagne. I won't melt." She couldn't keep the faint southwestern accent out of her voice, but she was too tired and upset to do much about it. Besides, if the man was uncoordinated enough to walk right smack into her, then he was probably too drunk to remember anything that happened anyway. "You sure about that?" the man asked. There was a kind of male amusement in his voice that never failed to raise her hackles. Carefully colored lips pressed into a very displeased line as she continued with the napkins that sadly weren't helping much. "Yes, I'm quite su—-" Looking up, her tirade stopped mid-sentence. Good god, it couldn't be him. It just couldn't. Because if it really was Mr. Kyle Harper, then God must truly hate her. * * * * * Kyle was bored. The party was just like every other function he'd attended this week and quite frankly, he wished he would have declined this invitation. But he couldn't afford to alienate the firm that took care of his business' legal needs so he'd attended. Well, actually, he could afford to alienate them, but he didn't want to. Devlin & Payne was a law firm to trust and he held their reputation in much higher regard than his own personal comfort for a few hours. Which meant he was bored. Really bored. Out-of-his-mind bored. But he pretended to be interested in the conversation about merging markets and rising inflation anyway until he just couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm sorry gentlemen. If you'll excuse me." He smiled that famous Harper smile and shook a few hands before stepping away...and straight into a deftly moving female body. Maybe if he'd been paying more attention he would have missed her, but the woman just came out of nowhere. With ash blonde hair and creamy skin that lacked that golden tan that so popular nowadays, she looked striking. Especially in that dress. A dress that he had obviously ruined now due to his own inattention. He apologized and was about to offer to replace the thing for her when she spoke. There was something oddly familiar about that voice though he couldn't quite place it. But he could place how he reacted to it. It was a voice meant for sex; smoky and low with a hint of wildness beneath the professionally polite tone. His forehead wrinkled as he tried to place why it was so familiar. And then she looked up. Only one woman he'd ever known had had eyes like cornflowers and lips meant to tempt a man to death. "Syl?" * * * * * * Jesus Christ in Heaven it was Kyle. She couldn't believe she hadn't known it the moment they'd hit each other. For an instant everything froze. She stopped dabbing at her chest and they both stood utterly still. She tried to think of something witty to say. Something glib and chic and completely worthy of a professional woman, but the only words she could of think of were "Holy shit." And no, she was not going to act the stupid hick girl in front of him again. Memories flooded back, memories she'd tried to bury deep. Hot, Texas nights in a convertible 'Cuda with the stars and the moon as their light. Long, drugging kisses filled with the taste of homemade ice cream and lemon drops. The feel of those long fingered hands running over her skin, underneath her shirt, teasing at the edges of her bra. And then he'd left. Blinking, her trance broken by the harsh reality of dreams shattered, she realized her mouth was hanging open and shut it with an audible click as her teeth snapped together. Then she turned around and left him standing in the middle of the room. This couldn't be happening. She'd finally gotten over him and gone on with her life and here he is, showing up at this party of all places. Ok, so never mind that she'd only dated twice since moving to New York and neither one had ended up in anything remotely sexual. She was over him. Done Finito. Ended. God, she was so NOT over him. She had nowhere to run to really, and it would seem really suspicious if she just stormed out of the house so she aimed blindly for the kitchen. At least she could hide in there for a while and pretend to be cleaning off her dress before leaving. People would accept that. The instant she closed the door behind her, the noise of the party cut off dramatically. The kitchen itself was huge. An island stood in the middle of the room, but there was still enough space around it to comfortably work with at least six other people. Trays and bowls sat on the counters in neat rows and she took a quick moment to marvel at whoever could keep a kitchen clean like this in the middle of a dinner party. Moving to the sink, she reached for some paper towels to dampen, but that was as far as she got. The doors opened again and as the noise level rose then fell back to near silence, she turned around and watched as Kyle stalked her. There really wasn't another word for it. He moved so quietly, that lean body of his so controlled. He'd let his hair grow out and in the drop lights she could see the deep red inside the sable brown. Tonight he'd tied it back at the base of his neck and she remembered how it felt to run her fingers through it. It was so soft and thick and always smelled like sandalwood. "What do you want Kyle?" She winced slightly, not having meant to sound quite so bitchy, but she didn't want to want him anymore. It was too hard to wake up from dreams that left her aching and hot when she knew how easy it had been for him to leave her. "What are you doing here, Syl?" She hated that he called her Syl. Only her family had ever called her that and though she loved to hear it in his rich, deep voice, it reminded her too sharply of other things he'd said. Other things she'd been naive enough to believe. "I work for Devlin & Payne. What are you doing here?" Because she couldn't stand to look at him standing so handsome in front of her, she turned back to the sink and began vigorously rubbing at her dress. She knew the thing was ruined, but she didn't care. It gave her a great excuse not to look him in the eye. Kyle didn't know what to say. He'd never expected to see Sylvia Newton again, but here she was. Gone was the delightfully honest country girl from Texas that he'd fallen in love with that summer 6 years ago. Instead stood a modern, chic woman who still had the power to take his breath away with nothing more than a look. Even if that look clearly said she'd kill him where he stood if only she could find a knife. The fact that they were in the kitchen, the typical resting place of very large knives, didn't make him feel very safe. But then again, he'd never felt safe around her. He'd always felt on edge and a little dangerous because he could never seem to catch his balance with her. He'd always felt that every step he took was a gamble though the prize was beyond wonderful and it made that summer even more of a whirlwind. But then his father had died and he'd been forced back to New York on less than a minute's notice. By the time he'd gotten himself back onto solid ground, he figured it was way past trying to apologize and make up. So he'd relegated that summer to the kind of wishful dreams a man could look back on fondly and tried to exorcise her from him. He thought he'd succeeded. "I'm here because..." Even pissed off she was beautiful and as he looked down at her, he couldn't think. The champagne had soaked well and truly into the fabric and it was more than obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Because why, Kyle?" "Because...God you're beautiful." Sylvia's head snapped up and she set surprised eyes on his face. She recognized that look in his face and though she wasn't done hating him yet, her body responded. The room was suddenly too warm and the nipples that pressed against wet satin grew hard and sensitive. She had to stop with the paper towels and take a deep breath, but that didn't help. It didn't help at all. "Right. Fine. So I'm beautiful." She didn't try to debate that fact with him though she was fairly certain he was just saying it to keep her from doing anything destructive to him. Yeah right, like that would help. "That still doesn't tell me why you're here." "Devlin & Payne are my new legal department." "For what?" "Harper Electronics and Technology." The name made her stop again. "HE&T? As in the multi-million dollar company my boss has been pulling his hair out for the past four months over?" Ok, so maybe she shouldn't have said that. It wouldn't do Kyle's ego any good to hear how much the company wanted his business. "Yes, as in that HE&T. I own it." She dropped the paper towels and if he hadn't been so distracted by her, he would have laughed. In retrospect, they hadn't talked much about their families or future dreams when they'd been together and he couldn't remember telling her about his family's company. "Listen, Syl, I have to explain something." He reached for her, just to hold her shoulder, but she jerked away and those lips that had driven him crazy for three months pressed into such a thin line that he wondered if this was the same woman. "No, you don't. I get it. Country Girl meets City Boy, Girl falls for Boy, Girl and Boy have incredible sex, Boy leaves town. Do I have that right?" Kyle cursed roundly and Sylvia stood up straight, a small measure of triumph sneaking through her. "No, you don't. You have to believe me, I never wanted to leave." God, that sounded cliché. So damned cliché, but he couldn't think of anything better to say. "Yeah, sure. You didn't want to leave, but you had to. You know what? I don't even care why you left. The least you could have done was call or write or somethi--" "My father died." That stopped her in her tracks. Again. She felt like she was on a train that just kept wrecking but she couldn't get off it. Immediately her face softened and she linked her fingers together as if to keep from reaching out for him. An uncomfortable moment of silence stretched out between them. "I'm sorry, Kyle." Her attitude was enough to make him want to spit nails, but the quietly spoken apology took the bluster right out of him. He didn't have to look at her to know it was sincere but he looked at her anyway. And knew without a doubt that was a huge mistake. "Yeah, me too." She wanted to retreat from the knowledge in those hazel eyes, from the heat they promised, but they stunned her into stillness. "I'm sorry I didn't call. It's just...things got so crazy. And then after...." He couldn't finish because there really wasn't an excuse for his lack of communication. That and if he didn't touch her now, he'd die. Stepping closer, cornering her against the countertop, he cupped her face in his hands. Instantly her hands rose, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrists. For an instant she thought of pushing him away. She didn't need this, not again. But his hands felt so good and the gentle way his thumb moved over her cheekbone was driving her slowly mad. Neither was sure who leaned into who, but the kiss was electric. Her skin tingled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and she had to hold her breath. When she let it go, it shuddered out of her and in it was her surrender. He knew the exact moment she gave in and he made a deep, rumbling sound in his throat before he took over. The kiss grew ravenous and hot and whatever resistance either one of them had was gone. She was like a drug and he wanted all of her. Wanted to sink into her until he lost himself. The hands on his wrists tightened for a moment. Then she slid them up, fingers testing the muscles in his arms before spearing into his hair. The elastic band he'd used to hold his hair back was ripped out and she moaned into his mouth. God how had she lived without this for six years? Of all the things he'd imagined doing to her if he ever saw her again, it wasn't going off halfcocked in someone else's kitchen. But the chance for slow and romantic was dwindling at roughly the same rate as a snowball's life span in Hell. He didn't care. She protested wordlessly when he took his lips from hers and if he hadn't already been rock hard and ready, that would have made him so. He couldn't get enough of her and his hands roamed like desperate things over her body. He cupped her breasts in his palms and the thin material was warm from her skin. His lips pressed to the delightfully exposed skin at her throat and he licked away the residue of champagne as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. She let out a strangled cry and dropped her head back, her spine arched toward him while her fingers fisted in his hair. It was almost embarrassing how ready she was for him, how badly she wanted this, but she didn't care. "Kyle...oh my god." She managed only a whisper and then she couldn't think at all. She didn't know what his fingers were doing to her nipples, but it was driving her insane. Her body moved against him restlessly, her hips pressing against him and he pushed himself into her further in response. He wanted more. Always more. The sounds she made and the way she moved against him were so sexy and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and never come out. With hands that trembled lightly, he took hold of the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down to her waist. Capturing her lips again, he kissed her as he pulled the bodice down, tongue pushing forward in a mimic of the kind of invasion he really wanted to do. Sylvia moaned as air hit her bare skin and she helped Kyle rid if her of the top half of her dress. She was beyond remembering where they were and she was like an alcoholic who'd just been given an entire liquor store. He had to peel the fabric away, the champagne sticking it to her skin. When his hands reached her waist, he took hold and lifted her, settling her atop the counter without breaking the kiss. His thigh pressed between her legs, spreading them so he could stand closer. And she wanted him closer. Pushing the skirt of her dress up to her hips, she latched her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, her hands reaching now for the buttons of his dinner coat, then for his shirt. She wanted -- no, needed -- to feel his skin, to rub her palms over the springy bed of hair on his chest, to feel the crashing beat of his heart. His hands moved up from her waist and settled in her hair, bobby pins and barrettes popping out as he ruthlessly destroyed what had taken her an hour to perfect. But Lord Almighty, he could destroy anything he wanted right now and she would ask for more. Again his lips trailed down, hot breath fanned over champagne flavored skin and he blazed a hot, wet trail to her nipple before taking it in his mouth. A blast of pleasure shot through her core and she would have cried out if she'd had the breath. Oh, and they were in the kitchen. Yeah, good idea to stay quiet. His other hand paid homage to one breast while he fed at the other and she could only take so much before delicious shudders ran through her, each wave beating stronger and stronger. Then his hand was between her legs, ripping aside that little bit of black lace and she could hear his belt buckle clink against the counter. "Syliva." She opened her eyes and looked at him, her mind barely able to comprehend what he asked in the uttering of her name. Her hands once again took hold of his head and she pulled him close, speaking against his lips. "Yes, Kyle. Yes, yes, God, yes." With a single move of his hips, he was inside her and she clung to him, body screaming for release. He filled her, stretched her, pulled at the very core of her and she began to move around him of her own accord. God she was so tight. Tight and hot and wet and so very ready. He nearly lost it right then, his body poised at the very edge of release. He needed a moment. Just a few seconds to get control back. "No, honey, Sylvia, don't move. I can't...I can't..." But control was a fond memory now and he grabbed her hips in both hands, his body taking over with quick, hard thrusts. Sylvia held on for dear life, mouth pressed into his throat as the orgasm ripped through her. Her scream was muffled against his skin and his answering shout against her shoulder set off another chain of ecstasy as she felt him pulse inside her. For a long minute they tried to remember how to breathe, their bodies still locked together. Sylvia raised her head and looked through thick lashes at him, blue meeting amber. Heat shimmered between them and her eyes widened as she felt him grow harder inside her again. Not Your Average Reunion Gangbang I have had a relatively tame sex life only having bedded three women during my first 58 years of life while my latest wife has had sex with 65 men she will admit to and I suspect the real number is much higher. A big part of our love making is her relating how all those sexual encounters occurred or her reading Literotica or Penthouse letters especially those stories about gangbangs, group sex or swinging. We both get very sexually aroused by both her real life encounters or those of others usually ending in her giving me a blowjob while simulating a man in her vagina and or asshole with her favorite vibrators. She really goes wild during the aforementioned sex often stating "I would not mind doing this for real with real people fucking me while I suck you off" That statement alone almost immediately makes me cum in her mouth which she really seems to enjoy as she simultaneously has an orgasm. After the sex or the next day I talk about setting up a threesome or foursome either by finding partners on Craigslist or Back Page or joining a Swinger Club of which there are three in our city. I have also suggested going on a swinger cruise or going to Amsterdam. Her answer is usually maybe then she later backs out. I finally reasoned that she was not opposed to a big group orgy but scared of having sex with strangers or folks that might recognize her and not the act itself as she had often had two or more partners at once. After some thought I formulated a plan that would overcome her fears. We were currently living in Boston and the vast majority of her past sexual adventures occurred in Los Angeles, California. I proposed that she pick the best of her past lovers and I would try to locate them and arrange a sex reunion in Los Angeles. To my surprise she agreed. She decided to limit the group to me and six of her past lovers. Here are her choices: Her first husband who always loved group sex and loved kinky stuff but she had divorced due to his drinking problem. She had often related stories about her adventures with Paul her ex-husband where they would engage in same room sex with friends and he would yell out switch and they changed partners or how he would encourage her to seduce friends or business friends the join in a threesome where the friend would fuck her and he would simultaneously butt fuck the friend or she would blow the friend while her husband fucked her doggy style. Great choice I said and I was able to track this guy down tell him about our re-union plan to which he readily agreed. Her second, third and fourth choices were 3 guys she had had a foursome with when she was on vacation in Hawaii at 18. She said she had met one of the guys on the beach and went to his condo to smoke a joint which led to sex and the other two guys came in and fucked her leading to an afternoon where they took turns fucking her as she alternated giving each of the two guys a blowjob then switching off. These guys would be hard to find except for the fact she recalled one of their names and where he had attended high school. I spent a few hundred dollars on a detective agency and they found him I contacted John and explained our plan. He was extremely excited and told me he would talk to Jim one of the other guys but Brad the third guy had been killed in Viet Nam. John called back the next day and said her and Jim were more than willing and that both of them often jerked off mentally reliving their encounter with Linda. Linda next two choices were brothers of a friend who had stripped at her Bachelorette party the night before one of her weddings. One thing had led to another at the party and she ended up fucking them both. I found these two brothers easily and they agreed to join our re-union gangbang. It had taken me over a month to find these five guys and decided to go with five guys and me. As I was having no luck finding any of the other 20 guys Linda had suggested as many had died, were in prison or had simply vanished. When I told Linda that the re-union gangbang was on for August first at a rented home in Santa Monica, California she obviously extremely aroused. She immediately kissed me and was rubbing my dick thru my pants causing an immediate erection. We tugged at each other's clothing until we were both naked and she immediately almost swallowed my now very stiff cock giving the best head I had ever received as she would suck very deeply while massaging my balls with one hand as she finger fuck my asshole. I was holding back as long as I could then shot 6 or seven ropes of cum into her mouth which she eagerly swallowed. She was not done yet as she took out her seven vibrators and had me fuck her with them simulating the guys I had set up for the gangbang often having a vibrator in each hole while she gave me a second blowjob As previously requested we received an HIV test results from all the men involved which was mandatory to cum inside Linda. Birth control was not a factor as Linda was well beyond child bearing age. Everyone was clean so we were good to go. We flew to Los Angeles so excited and horny we ended up fucking in the airplane restroom which I guess made us official members of the mile high club. We landed at LAX around 10am, rented a car and drove to the house I had rented which had a pool, hot tub and a great view of the ocean. We decided to go to sleep to be well rested for the evening's festivities. All the men arrived by 7:30PM and after a few glasses of wine and some great pot we all stripped naked and jumped into the large hot tub. Jim and John were both seated next to Linda and wasted no time almost immediately playing with nipples which were the crown jewels of her 38 D cup breasts. Her ex Paul sat on the edge of the hot tub with a leg on either side of Linda. She turned around to suck his average size cock while Jim & John continued to play with her breasts. The two brothers Ron & Ray got behind Linda and we finger fucking her until she begged to be fucked at which time they took turns fucking Linda was coming almost continuously , Paul was the first guy to cum and shot what seemed like gallons into Linda's mouth. As soon as he was finished I replaced him in her mouth. Soon Ray & Ron filled her pussy and Jim & John replaced them soon adding even more cum inside her pussy. We all got out of the hot tub for a break and a few beers all still naked. Someone noted that Linda was out of style as her pussy was not shaved. First thing you know the guys were using warm oils to lubricate her pussy hairs and the shaved her bald. I have to admit there is nothing sexier on earth than a completely shaved pussy. This was only the second shaved pussy I had seen in person and I was really turned on. At this point Ray always the competitive on suggested a sex contest where Linda would be blindfolded while each of us took turns eating her pussy, getting a blowjob and fucking her. She would score us 1 to 6 for the best pussy licking, best tasting cum and nest fuck from 1 to 6. The lowest total score of the three categories would have her for the night. Linda was excited about the contest and agreed. As soon as she was blindfolded we drew numbers and the games had begun. Linda was spread eagle on a chair and I had the honor of being the first to eat her out. Linda never a fan of pussy eating was in for a big surprise as the now shaved and dripping cum filled pussy was far easier to navigate. I started licking from the base of her cunt to her clitoris as cum poured into my mouth which was surprisingly very tasty. It only took 10 minutes before she was rubbing her cunt on my mouth and had a huge orgasm a first for her while being eaten. The other guys soon followed and at the end of our first round I had the lead with a score of 1. Round two was the blowjob cum tasting contest. The contest lasted an hour and all six of came in her mouth enabling her to pick the best tasting cum. The winner was Paul her ex-husband and I came in a respectful third. Linda said they were all delicious each having distinct flavors from sweet to tart. At this point with Linda still blindfolded we took a thirty minute break to get our mojo back. While having a beer we all noticed that Linda was masturbating herself many out on anticipation. She was fingering herself as her thump massaged her obviously swollen clit. We all instantly regained our erections as guys love to see a gal with another gal or masturbating. The fucking contest then began she had orgasms with all six of us and seemed to enjoy us all. The winner of this segment was John who had the biggest penis of all of us. The overall winner was Ron who although never finishing first in any one segment came of #2 in all three segments with a total score of 6 edging both Paul and me out by only one point. Paul had Linda for the night and based on the noises we heard coming from the bedroom they both had one hell of a night. The next day the guys left and we all agreed to make this an annual affair. Not Your Average Reunion Kyle smiled a very male, very dark smile and moved his hips just a little. Her breath stalled in her throat and her body squeezed around him like a velvet fist. "God...damn, Syl." Before they were caught, he backed away and pulled out of her, redoing his pants with a few deft movements before helping her back into her dress. What had they done? Jesus Christ they'd just had sex on her boss's counter in her boss's kitchen during her boss's party! Never mind that it was completely mind blowing, wonderful, stuff-of-dreams sex. Her hands shook as she tried to put herself to rights, looking around for her hair pins to redo her hair. Kyle's hands on her wrist stopped her. "Sylvia honey, you look well and truly used." She should have been horrified by that, but for some reason she just wanted to laugh. Then he pulled her close and she was forced to release her hair, letting the white blonde length of it spill over her shoulders. "Now we need to get you home so we can do this again." He nipped at her ear and she shuddered, eyes closing, her self-control burned like so much tissue paper beneath the feelings he drew out of her. "Again?" She meant to sound cool and collected and nonchalant about it, but it ended up being breathless and anticipatory instead. And as Kyle bent down to her ear again, she shivered in delight though she tried to hide it. "Again," he whispered in agreement, a wicked smile spreading over his lips. "And again, and again, and again."