****** Reunion with Marie by Sum wun ******
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Reunion with Marie


Sometimes when you think that a social event is going to be a waste of time
you're pleasantly surprised to find that it was a good idea to go, after all.
That was how it was when I went to visit some old friends who'd invited me to
their "fall harvest" party. They're a bunch of unreformed hippies who still
live out in the country and raise a huge garden each year, then have a big keg
party after the first frost to celebrate the harvest.

It's a lot of fun, or had been for me in years past, but since I broke up with
my girlfriend I had been avoiding any sort of social events, especially since I
was usually either the only one there who was single, or too old for any of the
teenybopper girls who showed up there to sneak an illegal beer or to try to get
in on the pot that was always being smoked somewhere. Not that I wouldn't have
enjoyed spending some time with one of them, but they were either too young, as
in illegal or they thought that I was too old. I guess they were right although
my cock didn't think so, standing up loud and proud when I saw those pert
little breasts poking through their tight t-shirts, or their firm round butts
wagging around as they danced!

But this year I went anyway, as much out of being too bored to stay home as
anything else. Besides, I hadn't seen some of those folks for a long time and
wanted to try to reconnect with old friends and old times, and free beer is a
pretty good inducement, too. And who knows, one of those little college girls
might decide to see what an old fart could do for her?

When I got there, the air was crisp and clear with the special tang that it
always has in the fall. It's my favorite season of the year. The oppressive
heat and humidity of summer have been blown out of the area and replaced with
the cool mornings that my dogs and I love when we walk. Yes, it's the prelude
to winter and the time when the plants die and the leaves fall, but it's also a
time when you feel like you can move and breathe again, when the heat isn't
pressing you down and almost congealing the air in your lungs. You can put on
your jackets and sweaters again and walk outside without feeling worn out and
soaked with sweat as soon as you go out the door. If I'm going to be all
sweaty, I want it to be for a good reason!

People were standing around with big plastic cups in their hands, a lot of them
smoking cigarettes and a few of them holding joints and sucking hard on them
with that funny wincing expression that people have when they smoke pot, as if
their eyes were being affected by the suction. Always good for a private giggle
to me, especially after I've had a toke or two myself. I got a beer and began
to make the rounds, saying hi to old friends and being introduced to new people
and friends of friends. It was comfortable if a bit lonely. Seeing other men
and women with their partners only reminded me how alone I was, but that wasn't
a new feeling. I'd been alone long before my girlfriend had split with me
because she'd held herself back from me and our relationship had been pretty
empty for a long time. The only sex I got was with myself, which wasn't so bad
sometimes because, as we all know, no-one pleases you like you do yourself.
Still, I missed the times when I had the companionship of an affectionate woman
in bed with me and we were working hard to please each other, finding the right
spots to touch and enjoying the special feel of another's body. It still left
an ache in a certain spot in my soul to realize again that I was alone. Then I
had to tell myself to suck it up and carry on, that moaning and groaning about
it wasn't going to change it. Time to keep plugging and find someone new. It
would happen when the time was right.

So I strolled around their huge yard and I mingled and I drank and I toked, and
little by little I felt more mellow and more into it. I began to move toward
the garden where they had built a bonfire to burn up all the old plants and
trash from that year's growth. Bonfires are always another great part of the
fall and winter that I love, watching the dance of the flames and the sparks as
they're shot heavenward, dying as they fail to reach the stars. The smell of
burning leaves is another of those great sensations of fall, and standing
around the fire, turning from time to time so your alternately toast and freeze
your front and back is another fun silly childlike pleasure of the season.

There were a lot of people I didn't know standing in the circle around the
fire, and sure enough, some of them were those cute little honeys I'd spoken of
earlier. They looked just as good this year as last, all perky and tightly
packed and smiling up at their boyfriends. "Lucky bastards" I thought, "soon
they'll have those slim legs wrapped around them and listening to those little
squeals of a woman having a good time on her back." And then as I looked around
the fire, musing on my luck as I sipped my beer, I saw Marie.

We had had a brief fling many years ago. We'd dated for a short time and slept
together a few times. That was back when I was as determined to get into as
many women's pants as I possibly could, so it didn't last mainly because I was
fucking women and then moving on, not trying to build a relationship or really
looking for one. I got laid a lot in the process and slept with a lot of women,
but at the same time I hurt the feelings of a lot of good women who didn't
deserve to be treated like that. I broke it off with several of them with whom
I would have done well to have stayed. I'd always wondered if Marie had been
one of those. She'd been the quiet type and I was never really sure what she
thought about things, but then at that time I really didn't bust my butt to try
and find out, either. Conversations then weren't as important to me as getting
a girl into bed. That's not to say that I didn't have some interesting talks
with some of them, but if a girl was willing to let me fuck her without putting
me though my paces then that was okay with me. So with Marie when she'd smiled
and let me take her to bed then the conversation had ended. And then, in only a
few weeks, I moved on to another woman. If only I'd had brains to match my cock
then, or enough judgment to use the brains I'd had because I wasn't stupid,
only foolish.

So Marie had later married and had a couple of kids, and had settled down into
that life. She'd always looked happy when I'd seen her, and as the years passed
she grew more lovely. She started wearing her hair shorter and it was a better
match for her slender build. It was hard to say which was her better feature,
her eyes or her mouth. Her eyes were compelling, large and dark and flashing as
she talked, but her mouth was equaling enchanting. Her mouth was wide and her
lips looked soft, the sort you'd want to spend long hours feeling and exploring
and touching with your own. She was one of those who only got better as they
got older, which is a rare thing in men or women!

I had mentally kicked myself a number of times for not having spent more time
with her back then when I could have, but I told myself she was better off
being married than to stay tied up with someone like myself who really didn't
know what he wanted. I wasn't sure how much fun her marriage was because I
wasn't in a position to know or to pry into it, but didn't want to flirt too
hard with her and have her think that I was even more of an ass than she
already must have for having left her in the lurch all those years ago. In my
own mind I was sure that she still resented my leaving without a good
explanation but she'd always been so nice to me, even flirting a little with me
over the years, so I was content with that. At least she didn't hate me and
tell me to piss off. Others had, and back then I hadn't blamed them.

I moved toward her around the fire, and as I got closer she turned toward me
and her eyes found me immediately. She instantly had a huge smile on her face
and her eyes lit up as she said, "Chad! When did you get here? How're you
doing?"

"Searching for beautiful women," I told her, "looks like I found the spot!
How're you tonight, besides gorgeous?"

She ducked her head just a little and her eyes went down briefly, then she
looked back up and laughed at me. I thought again that she'd never really
understood how very lovely that she was because she always responded to my
initial flirting that way.

"You old flirt," she said. "I'm just an old married woman now, you need to find
one of these young girls to hit on!".

We stood there for a while, bantering back and forth as we had many times in
similar situations over the years. We talked about mutual friends and our kids
and all that adults have to yak about when they've grown up in the same town
and have things in common. As we stood there, someone turned up a stereo in a
pickup truck parked nearby, and the sounds of some unknown hard rock group got
even louder. I said, "Let's move away from here, these guys are deafening me!"
and she said, "okay," so we began to walk away from the fire and toward the
back of the yard.

"Where's Dave?" I asked her, realizing that I hadn't seen her husband since I'd
gotten there.

"He's in the house, trying to drink up all the whiskey if he can find it," she
said. "He had a long week and wants to party hard tonight, but I'm not up to
that much booze tonight. I just want to enjoy the weather and the countryside."

"So are you dressed warmly enough to walk around the farm a bit?" I asked her.

This was one of the things that I liked about visiting those friends, being
able to go out and wander around in the fields and around the barns, to look at
the grass and the animals that lived out there.

"Sure!" she laughed back, "let's go!"

So we topped off our beers at the keg, she made sure she had another joint and
a lighter in her pocket, and we strolled off through the gate at the back of
the yard down the rutted dirt road toward the fields.

The moon was still 3/4 full so as our eyes adjusted we had plenty of light by
which to see. We ambled aimlessly down the fence row, then out and around the
pond. We smoked that joint and drank beer and yakked about all the different
things and people we had in common.

Somehow, I think when we were talking about teenaged kids we knew, the subject
turned to sexuality and how reckless you could get when you were young and
carefree. We talked in a general way about it all, touching here and there on
things that interested us both, and still flirting with each other with little
comments and barbs at each other. I teased her about being married and making
men horny when they had no hope of having her, and she teased me about breaking
women's hearts after I'd stolen their virtue. All along there were little
touches and a little grab-ass, a few stolen caresses and butt-grabbing. Hey,
I'll admit it, I'm not above being bold when a woman is as lovely as Marie was!
And she, in her turn, seemed to enjoy putting her hands on me just a little,
little grabs and pinches that got close to some special zones without being too
bold.

We were coming up to the barn, and I pulled her to me and said, "Aren't you
scared, little girl, going into that dark spooky place so late at night?" and
she said "Not when I'm with a big strong guy like you" and slid her arm under
my jacket.

"Brrrrr! Getting stoned makes me cold sometimes!" she said and she shivered
against me.

I pulled her to me and leaned down toward her and said, "Yeah, cold and maybe a
little horny?" and then, from out of the blue without any thought of what I was
doing, I kissed her.

What the hell? Why not? was what I was thinking as I did it. The worst she can
do is tell me to piss off and go back to the party. But the combination of the
evening and the dark barn and the pot and her loveliness made me ache to hold
her and to kiss her. God knows I was horny even if she wasn't!

But then she melted in against me and began to kiss me back. It was wonderful!
She began to move her whole body against me, her mouth coming alive under mine.
Her lips and tongue moved like living things, exploring my mouth and her tongue
forced my lips apart as she rolled her face against mine, kissing and licking
me, her breath suddenly hot and more rapid. I was stunned by her passion but
only for a second before I began to kiss her back, and then both of us were
trying to learn all we could about each other's mouths and lips, alternating
little nips and long licks and gentle sucking with bites and sometimes just
breathing into each other's faces. I don't know how long we kissed but as we
did our hands were busy too, running up and down each other's arms and legs and
torsos. I reached around to cup her butt in my hands and she pulled back for a
second and looked up at me and said, "So does pot make you horny, too?"

What the hell, I thought, and I reached down to take her hand and pulled it to
my groin and said, "What do you think?", putting it on my rigid cock and
squeezing her hand so that she squeezed my erection in turn.

"Oh yeahhhhhhhhh' she breathed, "I think you might be, but I'd better be sure".
She moved her other hand down and with both of them began to explore my cock
through my jeans, a hand on either side and sliding them up and down in
alternating strokes then trying to reach under it through the fabric. I was
ecstatic! Here was this slender beauty with my cock in her hands, alone in the
dark with me in the barn!

She continued to kiss me and rub my cock as she kissed my neck, then her
fingers began to purposefully search for my zipper. I reached down to help her,
but she hissed "let me do it!" and I reached back up to her chest instead and
began to undo the buttons of her shirt. I slid my hands inside and palmed the
soft mounds of her breasts, feeling her nipples hard as wood against me. I
lightly pinched them and she gasped. At that same moment I heard the familiar
"zip!" of my pants opening and her cool hands slid in to reach for my cock. She
fumbled to find the opening of my briefs, then grew impatient and yanked them
down and pulled my cock over the top, her long fingers wrapping gently around
the shaft as her other hand reached under to cup my balls.

We both gasped at the same time, and then we laughed together as we continued
to run our fingers over each other. My cock had never been so hard! I rocked my
hips unconsciously against her, and pulled her shirt out of her jeans so I
could reach completely around her and run my hands up the full length of her
back.

We were both moaning softly and panting, my hands making long strokes over her
muscles then coming back up and around to squeeze her breast and pinch her
nipples, her fingers squeezing my cock and rubbing my balls as she swapped
hands to find another way to massage my cock. I was leaking fluid from the end
and she was smearing it around, letting her hands move more freely over the
skin.

Then she looked at me and said, "I've got to taste you!" and she dropped
suddenly to her knees in front of me. I looked down and saw her pause briefly,
her intent gaze on my cock and her hands on my thighs, before I saw her open
her mouth and slowly lean forward to take my cock into her mouth. She stopped
with just the head inside and closed her lips around me, then began gently to
suck as her tongue began to wash over and over the head. As she sucked, her
tongue explored the tip and all the nerves of the head, and I gasped as it felt
as if my groin had lit up from all the nerves suddenly sending signals to my
brain.

Then she reached around to grab my ass with both hands and slowly plunged her
head down, down, DOWN! to the base of my cock! The whole trip her tongue was
lashing back and forth on the bottom of my cock, not whipping around but long
strokes back and forth like a snake swimming across a pond. When she got to the
bottom and her nose was sunk in my pubic hair I could feel the head of my cock
in the back of her throat. I'd never had anyone take me so completely and so
masterfully. I was enraptured, captive to her mouth.

She worked her tongue around, sliding like a sleeve of something molten and
velvet back and forth, then side to side. She rolled her mouth from side to
side so she could reach more completely around the whole of my cock, trying to
get to all of it. She began to pull her head back then, never letting up on the
work of her tongue as she slowly withdrew her face from me.

When she reached the point where only the head was still in her lips, she
nursed it gently for a moment and then pulled her head back and looked up at me
and said, "Is that good?", her dark eyes catching the moonlight from the door
and sparkling as she grinned at me. I responded intelligently with something
like "Oh uh-hunhhhhh, yeah", at that point all the blood and functioning nerves
in my body centered in and around the cock she held in her hand and my higher
brain functions all on hold.

She laughed and bent down her head to suck me back into her mouth and nursed it
for a bit, then squatted down further and looked up as she held my cock up
above her face. From below, she looked into my eyes as she licked it from base
to tip and then back again, a wicked smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
"Oh Godddddddddd..." I moaned and closed my eyes for a second as she continued
those long licks up and down. I opened my eyes and looked at her again to fix
in my mind the sight of her lovely face making love to my cock. She caught me
watching her. She raised herself back up onto her knees, held my cock in her
hand and plunged her head back down on me to the very root.

Then she began to work to make me come. When she pulled back, her lips made a
soft ring around me and her wet hand wrapped around that part of the shaft not
in her face. She slid her head up and down my shaft, her tongue like a living
thing as she worked it on me and rolled her head around. She sucked and then
she licked and then she went faster and then slower, all the time making a
smooth transition of sensations that flowed into each other as she made love to
my cock with her mouth. The heat inside her mouth was incredible, and she was
making small moans in the back of her throat that vibrated against my cock as
she worked on me.

Her other hand was cupping my balls and making slow rotations with them,
pulling the skin gently and then caressing the sack as she probed the texture
of my nuts through the skin. She was never rough as some women had been,
appreciating how exquisitely sensitive the nerves all through my genitals were
and teasing them, lighting them up with gentle fluttering caresses instead of
yanking on me. She made slow rolling movements so that my balls slid back and
forth over each other in her palm. Her fingers would go back now and again to
tickle lightly at my anus, just barely touching and gently probing, her
fingertip pushing against the ring of muscle there and carefully trying to worm
its way in. Then she would flutter her fingers back to my sack, drag her nails
along the bottom of it, and begin to roll my balls again.

This confusion of feelings, this complex of erotic sensations began to tell on
me and I could feel myself getting closer to coming. Without thinking, I
reached down to hold her head in my hands, my fingers twining into her hair as
I held her and began to plunge my cock in and out of her face. She relaxed and
let me take the initiative, putting both hands under my balls to roll them
around, and I moved in long slow plunges in and out of her face, not hurrying,
keeping the same erotic rhythm she had used as she sucked me but feeling the
need to take charge, wanting to fuck her and using her face and hot mouth to
bring me to orgasm. "Oh Jeeezzzzz, Marie, I'm going to come in your throat
soon! Are you ready to drink me?" I hissed down at her as I slid in and out of
her mouth.

She suddenly pulled back from me, letting my cock pop from her mouth. She rose
swiftly to her feet and leaned in against me, her mouth finding mine as she
kissed me almost with frenzy. "I want to feel your cock in me when you come,
want you to stick it in my pussy!" she hissed, reaching down with a we hand to
jack my cock back and forth as she kissed me.

No problem! I kissed her again, then stepped behind her. I reached around to
the front of her jeans and quickly worked the snap and the zipper, tugging them
down over her slim hips as quickly as I could. She threw her head back and was
rolling her nipples between her fingers as her body writhed around in my hands.

We were standing in the lane down the center of the barn and as I looked for
the best way to fuck her, up against the side of a stall or whatever, I saw a
stack of hay bales inside the stall to our right. I picked her up by the waist
and half-carried her inside, then set her down and holding her by the waist
with one hand I pushed her forward with the other, bending her over. Her ass
rubbed against my cock and thighs. I flipped her jacket and shirt over her back
so I could see more of her.

Her ass was perfect! Two half-moons, small and tight with muscle, rounded and
firm, blending down into slender thighs. With her pants down around her knees
and bent over fully exposed to me I was even more crazy with desire for her.
She was holding herself up off a hay bale with locked arms and moaning almost
inaudibly. I reached between her thighs and found her pussy. She was so wet!
Her juices were running down her legs and my fingers slid instantly into her,
first one then two then three, and she grunted with each thrust of my hand as I
opened her up for my cock.

"Oh please, Chad, fuck me now! Give me your cock! I need it inside me!" she
panted. No time to fool around anymore. She was on fire, and my cock was
screaming at me to get into her!

I put the head against her slit and slid it up and down, making sure that I was
completely lubed up. Then I bent over her and found her soft breasts and her
stiff nipples. As I palmed her tits, I slid my fingers to her nipples and
lightly pinched them at the same instant that I plunged my cock completely up
into her burning pussy. "Oh, GOD!" she cried, and I rocked my hips against her
to get in that last tiny fraction of an inch, then rolled my hips around to
stroke her cervix with the head of my cock the way that her tongue had rolled
over the head when she had sucked me. Then I began to fuck her. I stood up, and
holding the flare of her hips with my hands, my thumbs sunk into the muscles of
her ass, I pulled my cock slowwwwwwly back out of her until only the head
remained within the lips of her pussy, then just as slowly slid back into her.
I kept up this motion for awhile, savoring the feel of her, the heat of the
core of her bathing my cock in a what felt like a continuous flow of hot oils.

As I slowly fucked in and out she began to grunt softly with each time that I
bottomed out against her. I drew back and she held her breath, then inhaled
each time that I started the long slide back in. I kept rolling my hips and
bending my knees to change the angle with which I penetrated her and to find
new places for my cock to stimulate her.

I slid my thumb between my hips and her ass and wet it in the juices and sweat
that were coating us, then slid my hand up the cheek until I found the ring of
her asshole. I gently slid my thumb inside, carefully rolling it around as the
muscles stretched open for me, then when it became soft and pliable began to
work it around, slowly expanding and stretching her while I fucked her pussy.

Sometimes I'd stop then give her a hard stroke, at the same time pushing my
thumb into her ass. The combined strokes would make her gasp "Oh yeah!"

then she would push herself harder back against me and roll her butt around,
trying to get me deeper into her. I could feel the top of my cock through the
soft wall of her gut with my thumb, and it must have felt good to her because
she moaned more intensely when I stroked my thumb around in her. But it
couldn't last much longer. Both of us were on fire, and from the sucking she
had given me I'd been almost ready to come before I'd even gotten my cock into
her. I began to fuck her with shorter and harder strokes, quick little piston-
like movements of my hips. We were both grunting in little huffing sounds and I
pulled my thumb from her butt so I could hold onto her with both hands as I
fucked her harder.

I could feel that urgent pressure beginning in my balls and knew that I'd be
coming in her before long. I reached around her thigh, and as I began to come
in her I found her clit and began to whip my fingers over it, rolling and
pressing them against her. At that wonderful moment of coming, I slammed into
her pussy and held her pinned against me as I pushed as deeply into her as I
could and my cock spasmed out its load.

She felt me coming and the combined sensation of that with my fingers on her
clit brought her off at the same time. We both began to moan an almost animal-
like "Awwwwwwwwwww, GOD!" as I blew out my balls and my soul into her fiery
pussy, and she shook and lurched beneath me! She dropped her head to her arm,
bit into her coat sleeve and screamed into it to keep from telling the whole
world what we were doing.

We shook and shivered and moaned for long, long moments, clutching our hands at
each other and gasping for breath. My hips unconsciously made little fucking
movements back and forth against her, and my hands opened and closed as my
nerves tried to rearrange themselves back into normal patterns. She slumped
down onto the hay bales and I fell with her, both of us almost going to the
dirt floor before we caught ourselves, then laughed and hugged each other.

We lay there for a few moments more, catching our breath between wet hungry
kisses, running our hands over each other and still not willing to let each
other go. Finally she looked at me and said, "We'd better go back, if they look
for us we're cooked!" and I nodded in agreement, then kissed her one last time.
She kissed back, hugging me fiercely then pushing me away, rising to her feet
and putting her clothes back into place. I lay there a moment longer, relishing
the look of her and stroking my cock as I tried to fix the image of her in my
mind for later reference. She saw what I was doing and laughed, then bent down
to suck my softened cock into her mouth one last time as she smiled at me.

"How'd that look? Think that'll be a good memory" she grinned, and I could only
grin in reply.

What a reunion!

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