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Lunch Date (FF)
by Anonymous (c) 1998


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It had been quite a while since Susan and I had seen each other.  We had
hardly kept in touch over the five years since we were college room mates.
 We promised that we would write constantly, but I went directly into law
school and she went to Chicago to begin her career in the family business
and we just lost touch.  I had remembered the name of he families company
and, knowing I was going to be at a convention on trading laws and the
mercantile exchange, I looked her up.
 We decided to meet for lunch at a very elegant restaurant near where she
worked.  She didn't look much different than she did five years ago.  Her
naturally red hair was still long, but she had let the perm grow out and
wore it sleek down her back. I always love the way her red hair contrasted
the deep green of her eyes.
 We mostly chit-chatted at first about the friends we had and the drunken
nights we shared.  We talked about My experiences at law school and how
hard it really was and how much harder actually being a lawyer was.  
 "Susan, I'm not boring you am I?"  I said as I realized she was staring
off into space.
 "No, Laura, I not bored at all.  I was just thinking about how different
we both have become since college.  Look, why don't I knock off for the
rest of the day and you can come over to my place and we'll have a few
drinks and look at old pictures?"
 "I would love to."  She waved at the waiter, took the check even though I
protested and we got in a cab and went to her apartment.
 She lived in the penthouse of a very exclusive apartment building.  As
she opened the door I smelled the freshness of vanilla potpourri and
noticed her signature impeccable taste.  The apartment was naturally well
lit, and gave an air of lightness to itself.  I was very relaxed as I sat
on the white Italian leather sofa and watched her uncork a bottle of white
wine.
 She came around and sat on the other side of the couch and handed me a
glass.  I noticed the suit she wore had a "one of a kind" look to it and
suited her perfect body well.
 "So," I said "Are you seeing anyone?"  
 "Laura, my life is much too complicated and busy for relationships.  Work
takes up so much of my time."  For some reason I noticed she used the word
relationships and not men.  "God, I hate stockings....would you mind if I
changed?"  
 "No, not at all, go ahead."
 "Make yourself at home.  Me casa is your casa."  And I watched her as she
rose and went to change.  I remembered a few times I had woke up before
her in college and just watched her.  She was so beautiful that when I
did, I would masturbate quietly and fantasize about us making love
together.  I would have the most intense orgasms with that fantasy, to
which I always attributed to the closeness of her while I was fantasizing.
 She was still as lovely and I felt myself becoming slightly aroused.
 She came back wearing a t-shirt and knit shorts and I once again admired
her perfectly formed body.  
 "So, how is your love life?"  She said, as she sank comfortably into the
rich leather of the sofa.
 "I had a few things in college, but the pressure of school never let them
last."  
 "God, I am so rude.  Would you like to change out of that dress?  I can
give you a t-shirt and shorts if you want.  We still look to be the same
size."  She said, and I wondered if she was looking at me too.
 "That would be great Susan."  And we both went to her bedroom.  She
opened a drawer and laid out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that was cut
to show off my midriff.   "I'll wait for you in the living room." She said
and left.  I slipped off my dress and shoes and stockings and put the
shirt on.  As I put the shorts on, I saw in the mirror that she was
watching me undress.  I was a little startled and I put them on very
quickly and stood up, a bit embarrassed.
 "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said "but there is something I
should tell you.  I would pretend I was sleeping when we were at school so
I could watch you undress.  I would touch myself under the covers."  She
was speaking very matter of factly, and continued to watch me.  "I would
fantasize about us being together and I would watch you take your bra off
and free your lovely breasts.  God you were, and are so beautiful."
 "Susan, my god, why didn't you ever say anything?  I used to wake up
before you and watch you and fantasize about you and touch myself.  I have
never been able to have such intense orgasms since then."  She began to
walk toward me.
 "I wanted you so much, " she said.  She was very close to me by now and
removed the t-shirt I had on "God, you are so beautiful," and kissed me
full and deeply on the mouth.  I melted into her as if it was the most
natural act I had ever committed.   As we kissed I spread my legs slightly
so that my fragrance could envelope us.  I felt her chest rise as she
inhaled deeply and felt her knee part my legs wider.  She reached a finger
down and began to circle my hard, swollen clit.  Her touch was electric. 
I parted from her lips and removed her shirt to expose her lovely hard
breasts and her large purple aureoles.  I leaned my head down and began to
lick her nipples, first the right, then the left.  As I licked her, I felt
her take my clit between her thumb and finger and roll it and let out a
long low moan.
 My moan prompted her to lift me and carry me to her bed.  As she laid me
down on the soft mattress.  She raised her body over me and let her
nipples touch my, sending electric shocks through to our souls.  I reached
up and grabbed both tit and began to suck them as I ground my mound into
hers. I reached down to finger her clit and brought my finger back to my
mouth to taste her wetness.  She tasted like sweet mangos and I kissed her
to let her taste herself.  It turned me on to taste her sweet cunt on her
delicious lips.
 At this point she broke from my kiss and slid her body down so that her
lips met my pussy.  She spread my legs wide and began to feather kiss my
inner thighs.  As she moved up I knew she would lick my throbbing clit. 
My heart beat faster anticipating her lips on my hot cunt.
 She just tasted my cunt teasingly with her lips and brought her thumbs to
my cunt to open it wide, and plunged her tongue deep into me.  It brought
shudders to my body and I moved my hips as she fucked me with her tongue.
 Then she put two fingers in my pussy and brought them in and out with
long strokes as she touched my clit with another finger.  Then she entered
three, then four fingers, then her whole fist was inside my cunt filling
me with such a wonderful feeling.  
 "I want to see you touch your nipples Laura.  Make them harder for me,
baby."  I would have done anything for her at that point and I obeyed her
request and touched and pinched my nipples.
 "I want to see you cum like you used to when we were at school."  She
said and took the finger she was circling my clit with and began to touch
my asshole with it.  
 "I want you to touch you clit for me honey." She said as she began to
enter the finger into my bung hole, slowly letting it go in all the way up
to her knuckle.  The feeling of her finger in my ass moving in unison to
the fist she had in my twat was almost blinding.  I had never experienced
a more highly aroused state in my whole life.  I was beginning to become
afraid that I would pass out under the ecstasy I was experiencing.
 I began to feel my cunt and ass begin to spasm.  She could feel it too
 "Cum for me honey, cum for Susan."  As she said this the spasms began to
engulf my whole body and I began to moan and make sounds I thought only
animals made.
 "Oh God, Susan, Fuck me baby, yes, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
 My orgasm lasted the better part of five minutes.  I never felt more
satisfied in my whole life.  It had both given me energy and stripped me
of all that I had.
 "Laura, I have wanted to fuck you for so long baby.  God, it was nothing
like I had imagined.  You are a power house."  I was still trying to catch
my breath and I realized that she was still wearing her shorts.
 "Susan, why don't you take off those shorts honey and come take a ride on
my face."  I also couldn't believe I was actually talking like this , but
she had rendered me virtually uninhabited.
 "Oh yeah." She said and squatted her fragrant twat over my mouth.  I
immediately plunged my tongue into her hot hole and began to pump in and
out, alternating between her twat and her clit.  I loved her grinding her
pussy into my face, I knew I was pleasuring her.  It was not long before
she came and her sweet nectar was all over my face.
 We collapsed into each others arms and held each other for a while.  An 
alarm clock buzzed and startled me.  She got up and turned it off and had
a wide grin on her face.
 "I had hoped we would end up here today.  I set the alarm so that I would
remember I made some arrangements for us to meet some of my friends."  She
walked over to me, kissed me passionately and told me to join her in the
shower, that we didn't have much time.
 I couldn't wait to see what she had planned for us.