We both new it was wrong to be here, but yet here we were sitting here on the old couch we had first kiss on all those years ago.
Both of us married now and with families of our own . The though of all the trouble we could get in was on both of our minds.
“What do you think about the risks of making out tonight?” she asked, looking hopeful.
“I guess the only things I’d be concerned about would be someone walking in on us or the potential for regret afterwards,” I replied.
“I locked the door even though it’s unlikely anyone else would have any reason to show up,” she said, “and I think I’d regret not taking this opportunity more than I would ever regret taking it.”
Well, I guess there’s no point in trying to argue with logic and reason,” I replied. She smiled and we moved closer to each other then brought our lips together, first kissing then quickly progressing to making out. My cock was immediately stiffening so I wondered if she was getting wet or if she already had been since it didn’t seem like this had been a spontaneous idea for her. She was wearing a dress, a fairly sexy one too. It was black with some lace around the trim. Her breasts pushed up, and I couldn’t believe the amount of cleavage since she was a schoolteacher and it didn’t look as if she had a bra on underneath . I was feeling pretty confident that I was about to find out . I brought a hand up to fondle her breast through her dress and found her nipple to be getting stiff. With little resistance I was able to slip my hand into her dress and start caressing her breast.
Her boobs had been on the larger side of average the last time I’d fondled them and that hadn’t changed with the passing of time or with her becoming a mom. Her nipples, though, had always been small and thick with large areolas. That obviously hadn’t changed either as her hard nipple pressed out against the thin material of her dress .I was enjoying caressing the soft,smooth flesh of her tits along with brushing my palm over her hard nipples. She either indulged me, or savored the pleasure she was feeling as a result, for a bit before her hand dropped to my lap and caressed my stiff cock through my jeans. Not long after, she broke off our kiss to tell me something.
“I’m sure you recall that there was one thing I wasn’t willing to do back in the day,” she said, “but I’ve since gotten over the uncertainty and lack of confidence I had then and I’d love to make up for the times you asked and I refused.”
She moved down onto the floor in front of me on her knees and immediately went to work on opening my jeans. I had a really good feeling about the direction this was going since there really was only one thing that I’d wanted her to do but that she never would. Looking down at her as she was starting to work my jeans down, it wasn’t like a flashback, though, because she’d had long brown hair then and now had short blond hair. Her face was the same, obviously, as well as her blue eyes and her smile, so it was still incredibly arousing to see her down there extracting my stiff cock and gently pumping it. She ran her tongue up along the underside then engulfed it in her mouth as I moaned. As she slowly slid her mouth up and down my shaft, the feeling was absolutely incredible. I’m sure this experienced blowjob was superior to any I might have received when she’d been uncertain and trying to figure it out.
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