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(MF, rom) *** More stories by this author at: http://www.pussyfuckstories.com/ *** The company that evening was superb. We had all enjoyed saying hello to old friends. I knew I would get around to most of them but had still wondered who I would offend by failing to recognise them. It was Andy's 40th birthday party. As each drink slipped down, almost unnoticed through the chat, bonhomie and stories of what had happened to whom, that fear had subsided. Besides, I had already been saved a couple of times by someone saying "Hey, John, good to see you. Do you remember..." saying the name of the person next to them. I did mistake someone's new partner for someone who had actually been there, though. It turned out I had never seen her before. All of us had first met ten or more years ago. Andy was researching for his PhD thesis and had met Jenny during the period we were good drinking buddies. They had stayed together and now had two lovely young children, a girl and a boy. At that time I was an undergraduate reading for my first degree, as most of the other men and women here had been. It was a large regional English university in a large regional English city. Andy and I had remained friends and he, Jenny, me and whichever girlfriend I had at the time had spent much time together over the intervening years. Jenny had been the one who maintained communications with the wider crowd, even many of those we never saw. I remember thinking how lovely the women were, even ten years on. Why had I not run after them first time around? I had hardly noticed some of these yet they had not changed much. They had rarely dressed as smartly as they were now. Was that it? Or perhaps it was because I had been so in love with Julie. We had split up soon after graduation, but I was besotted at the time. I'd chatted with Dave, Bill, Andrea, Gill, a very pretty girl called Theresa but I still don't know if that was how she spelt it, Dawn, Jim, Amanda, Anne, Dean and a few others. I remember Anne had an "e" on the end because she had been one of four of us who had shared a house and woe betide anyone who got it wrong. It was a terrific evening but I drank far too much, a lot more than I was used to. The last things I remembered were a lengthy and very pleasant chat with Dawn, then Andy and Jenny saying goodnight to me and two or three other guys sprawled out on the sofas and chairs. Dawn. She and Anne were still great friends. Anne had tried unsuccessfully to get us together before I had met Julie. I just didn't fancy her. She always wore thick sweaters, jeans, outdoor style shoes. The sweaters stuck out a lot at the front and the back and sides of the jeans were pretty full, too, so she looked a bit too chunky for my taste. Amazingly, she was still wearing the same sort of stuff. She did have, and still had, nice, long, black, curly hair and a pretty face, almost Mediterranean or gypsy looking. Celtic, maybe? She had once worn an evening dress to some celebration or other she and Anne had attended and I'd noticed what the sweaters and jeans had been hiding. Too late, I was in love with Julie by then. Our chat during the party evening made me notice, for the first time, what a lovely person she was. I couldn't remember what was said, just that she had a wonderful, warm personality. I didn't feel at all well when I woke up on that sofa. That was with the kids, Vicky and Tommy, jumping around excitedly. Uncle Ron, who is Jenny's brother, and his wife were coming to take them to a safari park with their own two kids and would be here shortly. Ron and Sal had left the party early so they would be up to it. The other guys left quite quickly and I heard Jenny saying goodbye to a couple of girls who had obviously stayed upstairs. I used the bathroom, washed my hands and face, used my finger to wipe toothpaste over my teeth and felt much better but still not great. Just as Andy and Jenny were telling me they were going out for three or four hours and I was to make myself at home, Dawn appeared in the doorway. I was surprised at how pleased I was to see her, even before I took in how she looked. I was sitting at the kitchen table, facing the door, drinking a cup of tea. Dawn was wearing a loose, sort of cross between a large T shirt and sweatshirt with a very wide neck and wide elbow length sleeves and, first time ever in my experience, knee length skirt which showed a strong hint of very shapely legs. She sat on a chair at the end of the table, at ninety degrees to me and far enough away that we would have had to put our arms out straight to touch. Andy handed her a cup of tea then he and Jenny left. We chatted about lots of things in a short time and I began to notice a sort of need in her. I had already warmed to her. After what must have been eight or ten minutes of talking, on an impulse, I leaned, stretching across the table and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her head followed mine back across the table and her arms were around my neck immediately. We stretched across the table in a long kiss and my yearning rose to match hers. I reached into the wide neck of her top and fondled her bra-less, firm, large, breasts. I tweaked the nipples with my thumbs and noticed how large and how erect they were. Without changing position, I pulled the top up until I could get it no further without us parting, which we did and I absorbed the view of that wonderful upper torso and flat belly. I took her hand and had to do no coaxing in leading her towards the stairs. She started to talk quickly in apologetic terms as though she were behaving badly. I turned around, kissed her on the nose and pressed a forefinger gently against her lips. She hushed and we embraced quickly, our urgency too great to linger there. We reached the room she had stayed in overnight and swiftly began to undress each other. I sat on the bed to undo her belt and skirt, pulling it down with her panties while I nuzzled, licked and kissed her tummy. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and pulled off my shoes and trousers, not bothering with the socks but going straight to the underpants and dragging them off in a hurry to reveal my stiff need. Then she was on top of me and my tongue was practically down her neck as we rolled and fondled each other on the bed. What a beautiful, hourglass body I had in my arms. I kissed her lips, eyes, tits, shoulders, hell I was all over her and her over me. Oh, how wrong I had been those ten and more years ago. We rolled over one more time and Dawn was back on top as I made an unsuccessful attempt at entry, but got close enough to slide against her wetness and feel her need. She pushed herself up to a crouching position and guided my shaft into its destination with her hand. I felt that wonderful pleasure as I slid inside her warmth. I pushed a little deeper, then Dawn was opening up for me and I was all the way in as her vagina tightened in the way only a hot wet pussy can tighten and make a man feel like he wants to cum and he wants to stay there for ever at the same time. We began to move in perfect harmony, her on top. Then me. Then her. As my cock slid in and out it was all I could do not to cum at each stroke, every movement a cum-inducing total pleasure. Oh, sweet mercy, please, I can't hold it much longer. Then Dawn was biting at my shoulder, gasping, moaning and quivering in ecstacy, then subsiding and I could feel the blissful release of orgasm as the feeling consumed and convulsed me. Dawn was crying and sobbing in my arms, breathing "Thank you, thank you, oh, John, oh, John" and I was squeezing her tight and kissing her eyelids to stem the tears, whispering "I love you, Dawn, I really love you". We lay there together, sometimes talking, sometimes silent, until she started to stroke my body, then my cock, and I was getting another erection whilst gently rubbing her back and buttocks. I rolled her over so she had her back to me, then with my arms around her, stroked her glorious tits, her stomach and her thighs, then slid my cock between her legs for her to play with before sliding it inside her once more, gently stroking her vulva so her clitoris would get its full share of cock stroke from that position. There is something absolutely wonderful in feeling the cheeks of a woman's bum at the top of your thighs while fucking her. This time we were much more leisurely, taking each other in, enjoying each other, caring for the other's enjoyment. We changed position a few times, now doggy fashion with Dawn leaning forward, now stroking each other with her back tight to my chest, then the back of her right shoulder on the front of my left. She was sometimes face down on the bed with me on top of her, then we would be where we started off, lying on our left shoulders, legs bent or straight, until those momentous few moments of orgasm once more. That was twenty years ago, almost to the day. Tomorrow, I'm taking our son to his first university interview, where he's hoping to begin his degree in October. We're hoping our daughter will follow in a couple of year's time. Andy will be sixty very soon and Jenny is planning the party. I'm getting a hard on just remembering that night, as I do every so often. Dawn is in bed already. I think I'll go up and remind her and say thank you for twenty wonderful years in our usual, blissful way. She still looks drop dead gorgeous to me. Maybe not quite as firm in some places, but she's in great shape. I still love her. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55