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grinding up into his fingers. She would always come as quietly as possible, shuddering and whimpering, trying not to be a total slut. He would hold her until she gently removed his hand from her pants and rebuttoned them, preparing herself to return home.

He watched her as they drove, enjoying how assertive she seemed to have become. It was her idea to sit next to him and she placed her hand on his leg as she sometimes did when they were in high school driving back from dinner or a movie. He knew from their e-mail conversations that she really did love sex even though she had been very conflicted in high-school about it. There had been no overt talk of this being a sexual liaison, just innuendoes and assumptions. They were meeting up to "catch up" on twenty years. They hadn't told their spouses what they were doing. He had booked a B&B for them, which pretty much obviated any pretense of a room with "two queen beds" or whatever. They arrived just before dinner and declined the host’s offer of wine and cheese with the other guests. They begged that they had both been on the road all day and just wanted to turn in early. He hoped this meant to her what it did to him.

After laying in their luggage, they clumsily decided to sit on the love-seat and pretended to some small talk. After 5 minutes of this, she took his hand and looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to kiss me." He did not hesitate and the first kiss they shared reminded him of the hours and hours spent kissing in high school and during his several visits to her college during their first year apart. She tasted the same (wonderful!) and her kisses were more assertive and hungry but otherwise nicely familiar.

She knew he was shy despite his breaking the ice with that e-mail of a year before. So she took the initiative with that first kiss. His response told her that she needn't have worried. He was as hot for her as she was for him. She let her hand wander to his cock stretching his jeans, something she had only allowed herself once or twice in their youth, fearing he would find her too "brazen". If she had only known. He thrust up into her hand and she knew then she was going to enjoy him thoroughly tonight. He deftly scooped her up and carried her to the bed, fully clothed. He pressed his body down on hers with another long, deep kiss, this time, his hard, hot cock pressed into her thigh. He sat up long enough, astraddle her legs, to help her remove her top. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits were not as firm and pert as they had been 20 years before but they were still full and ripe and the nipples were larger and harder than ever, especially at this moment.

Straddling her, looking down at her milky-white body, naked from the waist up, her long, dark hair splashed wildly about her, he was very glad he had looked her up on e-mail, visited her, sent her that long exposing e-mail, and now made the effort to meet her for a weekend. The soft light coming in through the windows was perfect to show her best features. He could feel her squirming gently under him, trying to grind her mons into him in some way. Later he could tease her, now he just wanted to please her. He rose up off of her as he removed his own shirt and she placed her hands on his chest. He moved one knee between her legs and ground into her cunt with his thigh. She arched and pushed back, moaning slightly as her fingers rubbed across his nipples. They fumbled at each other's pants in this awkward position and eventually, he got up and helped her strip her jeans from her body, leaving only the dark outline of her panties. He helped her off with her socks, pausing to gently caress her toes and the palms of her feet. They were tiny, he didn't remember ever touching her feet when they were together... his foot fetish was aroused.

After he helped her strip her jeans off, she sat on the edge of the bed and helped him by finishing unbuckling his belt and unzipping him. She could feel his hard