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(MF, intr, sex-in-public, rom) *** Author's Note: "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off (To Have A Good Time)" [with apologies to Jermaine Stewart] *** I was so looking forward to my tenth year class reunion. It wasn't because I loved high school; I had fucking hated it. I was too tall, underweight, extremely shy, I just hadn't fit in. I was glad when it had been over. I had gotten a full scholarship to one of the best colleges. I worked hard. I maintained a 3.75. I shared a dorm room with a jock; he had exercise equipment right in our room and he became my personal trainer [and I was his tutor]. I lost my virginity to a hot cheerleader that he'd setup for me. I gained confidence. It helped that I had a large cock [I just hadn't known it]. By the time I graduated from college I was on top of the world. I got a great job with a high salary. I made sure I went to the gym regularly and made time for the ladies. I started my own business which just keeps growing year after year. Life is good. All that had happened to me since high school was the reason I was looking forward to my reunion. I wanted everyone to see how much I'd changed. A place had been rented for the reunion, the date had been set and I had my tux. When the day arrived I didn't rush. I didn't want to be one of the first ones there. I wasn't nervous either. I was relaxed and confident. When I walked in I saw the table where you received your name tag so people would know who you were. I recognized all the ladies who were sitting behind it, and I was pleased that none seemed to recognize me. I had helped most of them with their homework, wearing my geeky hairdo, my geeky glasses, my geeky clothes. They'd all gotten more beautiful in ten years. I went up to the first girl. She smiled, said hi and asked me my name. When I told her she just stared at me a while, but then her eyes went wide. "Oh my god!" She squealed. "It's Jim!" The other girls looked up and stared at me. Soon they, too, were squealing and gathering around me. Questions flew as the girls had to know everything I'd been doing since high school, was I married, was I dating, etc. I just grinned and enjoyed the attention. I found out most of them were married themselves but I could tell by the look in their eyes they didn't care. They finally let me go - with promises of a dance or two with each of them - and gave me my name tag. I went in the main room, it was decorated with an 80s theme with 80s music blaring. I didn't care. The 80s were the best. I ran into a lot of guys who had been geeks back in high school who were now even bigger geeks [with bombshell wives on their arms]. I ran into jocks that had let themselves go, all the muscle now flab. I even saw a few going bald already. A few had stayed in shape and had gotten into professional sports [I don't keep up with sports and didn't know until other former schoolmates had told me]. I split my time either catching up with some guys over a few beers or being snagged for a dance with a lovely lady. I remembered all of their names [the girls I mean] and boy, did they flirt. All in all, it was turning out to be a great evening. It was on an emotional high by the time she came in. She was the girl of my dreams in high school; a gorgeous African-American model who want on to a big time model. Her name was Charlotte and she was even hotter now than she'd been back in high school. She was about 5'7, 5'8, with long, almost wavy black hair, her curvy body encased in a tight, tight red dress that showed off her butt and huge [all natural - she'd been busty all through high school] tits. I made my way to her. The hounds were gathering near [a line from an 80s song] but Charlotte wasn't interested. I finally made it to her. "Charlotte?" I said. She just stared at me at first. And like the other girls she seemed to recognize me by my blue eyes. "Jim?" A smile formed on her lips. I just grinned. "It is you!" Charlotte gave me a big hug, her huge tits and her crotch pressing against me. I couldn't help getting fully hard [I'd been half hard not of the night because of all the girls there]. "You've popped into my mind on and off over the years, I've wondered how you've done," Charlotte said as she let go of me. "You've been on my mind a lot over the years, Charlotte," I told her. She looked embarrassed at my 'revelation' but also pleased. I pulled her on the floor for a dance [something I wasn't good at, I got dance lessons from a girl in college]. We talked a little as we danced but did most of our talking off the dance floor over drinks. Charlotte and I were pretty much inseparable after our first dance. We caught up on each other's lives, Charlotte had been married three times, divorced the last two years. No children. Her life pretty much revolted around modeling. I brought up her English accent, something I'd always been curious about but too shy to ask about. Charlotte told me her family came from Manchester. Soon they dimmed the lights and put on a love song. This time Charlotte pulled me out onto the dance floor; not that I minded. She pressed her crotch into me more persistently. I knew Charlotte could feel my hard cock as she ground against me. And I swear I could feel the heat of her pussy. If we were inseparable earlier we were even more inseparable now as we danced through song after song. I could hear Charlotte breathing in my ear. After about five songs someone slipped in "We Don't Have Take Our Clothes Off" by Jermaine Stewart but the lights stayed low. Charlotte chuckled hoarsely in my ear. "You know, this is giving me ideas," she whispered, sliding a hand down to my butt a squeezing it. I raised an eyebrow. We were on the edge of the dance floor near one corner of the room. I'd noticed somewhat of a nook in the corner. It seemed Charlotte had also noticed it. No one seemed to notice as we eased towards it. Soon we were out of the sight of our former classmates. We began to make out, my hands all over Charlotte's huge tits. Charlotte unzipped my pants and slid her hand inside. She worked my hard cock out of my briefs and pants and began to stroke it. She let go of it and pulled her long dress up around her waist. I was surprised Charlotte had no panties on as my cock pressed against her hairy crotch. She moaned. Charlotte threw her legs around my waist and pulled herself up my body with her arms around my neck. "Penetrate me..." She gasped. I let go of Charlotte's tits and slid one hand between us. I worked my cock into her hairy and very wet pussy. Charlotte was very tight. I guess she didn't get all that much sex during her marriage [not to mention she told me later she hadn't had any sex since her last divorce]. I wrapped my hands around her large, firm butt as I bounced her up and down on my cock. We locked lips as we fucked secretly, Charlotte moaning in my mouth. Soon she was cumming and screaming in my mouth as we kissed. Charlotte came often, at least twenty times. I had lost track of time; they had played like seven or eight songs as we fucked out of sight. I finally felt my own orgasm coming on. My balls tightened up and I began to spurt my heavy load up into Charlotte. Once I was drained, she climbed off of me, still kissing me as she pulled her dress back down. Charlotte slid my still half hard cock back into my briefs and zipped me back up. She broke our kiss and pulled away, straightening out her dress. "See?" Charlotte grinned as we slipped back out onto the dance floor. "We really didn't have to take our clothes off to have a good time..." And boy, was Charlotte right. 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