I attended my ten-year high-school reunion recently, and it surprisingly turned out to be a night to remember.

I went directly from a friend’s wedding and did not have time to change out of my form-fitting cocktail dress. The dress clung to my upper body, showing off my firm 38D breasts.

After the wedding reception and then a night of drinking in the school gym with old classmates, some of us went to a bar for more of the same. From there, the party continued back at Keith’s house, the reunion’s coordinator. Here’s where the real fun began.

I started to talk and flirt with one of my classmates, Mark, who was also a lifelong neighbor and friend of my family. A few weeks earlier Mark had gotten me out of a jam at my brother’s wedding by pretending to be my boyfriend when one of the wedding guests hit on me. Mark and I had slow-danced and kissed a bit on the dance floor. It worked, but I never thought there would be an Act 2.

To my surprise, Mark approached me at the party, in Keith’s dim backyard, and told me he needed my help. Apparently he was under hot pursuit by a female guest that he wanted no part of. So he politely reminded me that he’d bailed me out of similar trouble at my brother’s wedding and that I owed him a return favor. Given our history and the buzz I had going, not to mention how attractive I found Mark, I quickly agreed.

At first he just told me to stay ready, and he innocently put his arm around me. Then he French-kissed me a few times as this unwanted girl looked on from across the way. He then sat on a chair in front of me with his back to her. I ran my fingers through his hair as we talked, and told him that his pursuer was looking increasingly jealous. This role-playing was also getting me very horny. I asked him how I was doing. He replied, “Just perfect.” Now, in this softly lit patio, Mark ran his hand up my legs and under my dress, unbeknownst to the people who talked around us. His hands went higher and higher with each delicate stroke. The feel of his hand running softly over my sheer stockings, and coming ever so close to my pussy while going undetected by all the people around us, was an incredible turn-on. This continued for ten minutes or so, and got more intense. I moaned softly each time his hand brushed over my now dripping pussy. He knew what he was doing to me, and was having fun doing it.

Finally I reached the point where I couldn’t take it any more. I told Mark he was driving me absolutely crazy. He pulled me down onto his lap, telling me it would really get her jealous. He kissed me ever so passionately, and while we kissed, his hand tried to get under my panty hose and at my pussy. I could feel the bulge in his pants against my thigh. All the while, people partied nearby. This was about all I could take, so I got up and asked if there was anything else I could do as his “acting girlfriend.” He said, “For that we need to get out of here.” He took me by the hand and led me into the house.

We found privacy in a bathroom. Mark locked the door and pressed me against the wall as we savagely kissed, probing each other’s mouth with our tongues. He caressed my tits through my dress as my hands massaged his now fully erect cock through his pants. He undid the back of my dress while we kissed. Then he unhooked my lace bra, dropped it to the floor, and took my tits into his hungry mouth. I moaned with delight as he sucked on each of my excited, erect nipples. His hand slid into my panty hose and touched my already swollen clit, sending me to new heights. I released his dick from his pants and stroked it. I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down to his ankles, leaving his pole at attention in front of my face. I asked Mark, “What do you want me to do with this?”

He simply said, “Blow me,” and ran his hands through my hair. To tease him I first licked and sucked his balls one by one, causing him to moan and squirm. I licked his prick like a Popsicle and ran my tongue around the head. This drove him crazy. Clutching his ass cheeks, I plunged my mouth onto his dick and gave him the blowjob of his life. I fucked him with my mouth, taking in more of his dick with every thrust until I had engulfed it all. Seconds later he gasped and flooded the back of my mouth with his hot juices.

I stood up and Mark pressed me against the wall. He pulled off my soaked panty hose and French-cut panties and got down on his knees. My body pulsed and quivered in anticipation. He parted my pussy lips and drove his entire tongue deep inside me, fucking my pussy with it, sending pleasure through my body that I had never experienced before. My knees got weaker and my moans grew louder with each flick of his tongue. I played with my tits and nipples while his head bobbed under my dress. I could feel myself ready to explode. As I arched and screamed, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I humped his face like a madwoman. When I finally stopped coming, Mark stood up. I hotly kissed him, tasting my juices. I told him he had quite a tongue.

While all this was occurring behind the bathroom door, the party raged on. As soon as we were able to compose ourselves, we got dressed and rejoined the festivities. I told Mark to let me know if he ever needed my help again. Sometime later, we kissed and said good-night.

Though I have seen Mark a number of times at parties since the reunion, we have never spoken about that memorable night. I think we both feel that if we ever did there would have to be an Act 3.