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Reunion with Katie S – A True StoryA True StoryThe message line of the e-mail said “Voice From the Past,” and when I opened it, it took me back thirty years in an instant: “I’m coming to your class tomorrow night. Like old times, I won’t be wearing underwear. I’m still ‘natural.” Do you want me to trim it, shave it, or leave it as is?” It was signed Katie S. Wow. Katie S. Thirty years ago, Katie was a student in my college chemistry class, and though she knew that I was very married, she conducted a relentless campaign to take me to her bed. She was a lovely, blonde cheerleader with athletic legs and nice high breasts. Sometimes she would come to class in a transparent top and no bra, but the best (hardest) times were when she came to class in a short skirt without panties. The classroom was large with tiered seating, and she would position herself about half way up and then spread her legs so that her pussy was at eye-level. On those days I had to stay behind the lectern to hide my raging hard-on. She would come to my office hour and sit across from me, leaning over so that I didn’t the view of those perky hard nipples, smiling and licking her lips and asking questions about chemistry, though both of us knew that chemistry was not the subject she was interested in. Cold showers and a happy homelife were all that kept me from taking her up on her offer, and after she graduated, I kept track of her business career through the alumni office. I had heard that she was still very beautiful, and tomorrow night I would get to see for myself. I wrote a one word reply to her e-mail: “Natural.” The class she chose to attend was a large one, with several hundred students of mixed ages, so she knew that she would blend in easily. She arrived early, and the rumors of her beauty were confirmed – she was gorgeous, her blond hair cut short and with a twinkle in her eye she walked down the classroom steps in a conservative, gray, calf length dress that buttoned its entire length down the middle. Even with the heavier materials, I could see the swing of her breasts against the fabric. During the usual pre-class business at the lectern, I tried not to draw attention to her, nor my own erection. She picked the same seat that she had occupied thirty years before and settled in with a grin that no-one else saw but me. Fortunately the seat immediately in front of her was empty, and as class began I saw her begin to casually open several of the upper buttons kaçak iddaa and pull aside the middle of her dress so that the nipple of her right breast was peeking out at me. The show had begun.Usually when I lecture I move all over the room, using charts and slide illustrations to keep the students from falling asleep. But tonight I was rooted behind the lectern, unable to come into the open because of the obvious bulge in my slacks. Each evening it was necessary to turn off the classroom lights when showing slides, and when I did, the students brought flashlights so that they could continue to take notes. Katie had planned for this moment and had also brought a flashlight. When the room was dark and all the students were busy writing their notes and holding their flashlights on their notepads, she brought her flashlight underneath the writing table in front of her. She had unbuttoned the lower part of her dress and pulled it open, and while the others illuminated their notes, she shined the light on her pussy. There it was, the pussy that I had fantasized about thirty years ago, seeming to hover in mid-air in the darkened room. I continued to lecture, though it was very garbled, and in the darkened room I was able to look directly at Katie without the students noticing. When Katie saw that she had my undivided attention, she brought her other hand beneath the table and inserted her index figure into her pussy and began moving it slowly in and out. I couldn’t breath. I was sure that I was going to cum in my pants and if not, I was going to faint. So Katie withdrew the finger and brought it up to her mouth and in the glow of the flashlights around her I could see the finger in her mouth and …wicked smile. Time for a break. I turned away from the lectern so that my back was to the room when I turned on the lights, and I called for a fifteen minute break. I walked quickly out of the room and into a single-stall staff restroom. I locked the door and leaned up against the wall, sweating and trembling. I was tempted to jack-off right there just to relieve the tension and make it easier for me to return to class, but I didn’t and after thinking about baseball and other mundane things, I was able to get my erection under control and tuck it into my briefs so that it might not be noticed.When I returned to the classroom I was disappointed to see that Katie was gone, but as I walked up to the lectern, I saw a piece of folded powder blue paper illegal bahis and as I picked it up, I recognized the smell of the distinctive perfume that Katie had worn years before. The note inside said, “Meet me after class in the parking lot. The maroon SUV under the tree.” The note and smell of her brought my softened cock back to attention and I conducted the remaining hour of the class still hiding behind the lectern. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and I dismissed the class early mumbling something about not feeling well. By the time I gathered up all the student papers and put everything away, the parking lot was empty except for the SUV.As I walked up to the vehicle, the rear door swung open and all I could see was Katie’s hand and her finger motioning me to come inside. The interior was not completely dark as she had placed her flashlight on the floor to provide a subdued light. She was leaning back on the seat, her dress completely open and her legs spread apart. She motioned for me to take off my clothes and as I struggled to do so, she rubbed her nipples with one hand and played with her pussy with the other. Once I was naked, I could resist no longer – thirty years of wondering what it would be like to make love to Katie S was now going to be answered. The first kiss was gentle, but when her mouth opened and her tongue flicked across my teeth, we became like two wildcats, clawing and pulling on each other. I stopped to catch my breath and leaned back to look at her and her hand slid down my chest and stopped at my rock hard cock. She held it in the light and spoke her first words of the evening, “I’ve always wondered what you were packing down there. Very very nice. Bigger than I thought.” She began stroking my cock, while looking me directly in the eye. “Well, professor,” she said with a grin, “it took me thirty years, but I finally have you where I want you. Naked and hard.” She then motioned for me to sit back on the seat and she slid around to kneel between my legs. When I tried to sit up, she put a perfectly manicured fingernail in my chest and pushed me back against the seat. “This first one is on me,” she said.She then leaned over and began swirling her tongue around my head of my cock, her saliva mixing with the pre-cum that was oozing out of the tip. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, she opened her mouth and slowly slid it down over my dick until her face was buried in my pubic hair and my bahis siteleri prick was entirely inside her mouth and throat. Both my hands were on her head, and as I ran my fingers through her hair, she began to do something with her throat, creating a sensation like a wave moving up and down the length of my cock, her nose still buried up against my stomach. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then. She sensed it, and not yet ready to finish me off, she let my cock slip out of her mouth and leaned forward to put it between her breasts where she continued to slide it in and out, our juices smeared across her chest making it shine in the dim light. And then she began to talk to my prick – a soft monologue about how she had waited over half of her life for this moment, and how she had imagined it to look, and how she hoped that the cum would rush up and out of it. I reach down and was just close enough to find her pussy, the silky hair of it damp with perspiration and desire. I was able to reach my fingers around and up and into the damp folds of her pussy – I found the hard nubbin of her clit and gently stroked it causing her to moan. Then, abruptly she said, “Enough.” “It’s time professor. You gave me all those tests of my performance. Let’s see what kind of load you can show me.” With that she slid my prick back down her throat and rested her nose against me and began that wave-thing with her throat. She fondled my balls and then pushed her hand beneath me until I could feel her finger resting against and then slipping into my ass. I could hold back no longer – I arched my back and shouted my first words since getting into the car. “I’m going to cum!” I expected her to pull back and watch, but she kept my dick in her throat, and I came hard, the jism fairly pouring out of my dick as she continued to work her throat. She pushed her finger even deeper into my ass which set off several more spurts until there was no more to give. She raised her head and let my cock slip out of her mouth and then she leaned toward me and kissed me. And when she did, her cum-coated tongue slide into my mouth bringing with it some of my jism. Our slippery tongues wrapped around each other, reveling in the intimacy of what had just happened. Finally, she leaned back, and with a grin and asked, “See what you’ve been missing all these years, professor? Was it worth the wait?” We made small talk as we cleaned up and got back into our clothes. “That one was for you. The next one will be for me. I’ll be back in class in two weeks.” And as she drove away, I could only wonder at what she had planned.Author’s note: If I get enough requests, I’ll continue.

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