Friends reunited. (Names changed) A lot had happened since our end of school party in 1975. Living in Solihull all my life and being schooled in Shirley, Solihull, I had grown up knowing Ruth for about five years but knowing her only as a school mate and nothing else as she was at the time dating one of my best friends. We met again some three years later at the company where I was working in Birmingham. I was having lunch with some colleagues and suddenly there was Ruth clearing our table. We chatted for a few minutes and she told me she was doing a part time job to earn some money during her university break. Although dressed in the obligatory blue cleaner’s overalls, I could not help but notice the curves of a woman and not the somewhat thin shapeless girl I remembered from school. Unfortunately I never got to see Ruth again and once more she drifted away from me. Fast forward some 20 odd years to 2002 and the introduction of a new social media app called Friends Reunited. Everyone I knew was on it and it did not take long before I registered and input a lot of my background details, schools visited, school mates, teachers etc. onto my profile. After some months, by which the time the novelty had worn off, I chanced upon a school photo and there, along with everyone else in the class of ’75, was Ruth in her school uniform. Wondering whether she was on FR, I quickly entered her name and found that she was indeed a member. Needless to say we exchanged emails and not a lot more happened until one day, out of the blue, she called me. She was extremely abrupt and asked if I had sent her details to an ex-boyfriend of hers whom I had never heard of as recently he had been calling her and threatening her. I explained I had not and would not do such thing, however she was pissed off and our conversation became somewhat stilted. I assured her that I had not passed on her details and our call ended. A month or so later, whilst driving home from a family gathering in Stoke, I was diverted off the motorway as the M6 was closed due to an accident. I decided not to risk getting back onto the motorway and opted to complete the remainder of my journey cross country. I suddenly realised that I would have to drive by Hinckley and as I had Ruth’s telephone number to hand, decided to call her out of the blue to see how she was. On the 3rd ring she answered. Was this the same girl who was haughty and aloof with me the last time I had called? Her voice was lively and light with a sense of humour behind it which was infectious. ‘Hi Ruth’ I said with a Cheshire cat grin over my face, ‘It’s ND, how are you?’ ‘Oh thank goodness you have called’ she said. ‘I was so annoyed with myself after our last call, I honestly did not think you would ring me again and I was too embarrassed to call you to apologise for my outburst.’ She explained ‘My ex finally gave in to my questioning and he admitted that someone else had given him my number so please forgive me for doubting you.’ ‘Don’t be silly’ I said, ‘I can understand your concern, anyway, you can treat me for a coffee next time we meet which could be in an hour if you want’ – and I proceeded to explain my day and my journey. Suffice to say, some 50-minutes later I pulled onto the driveway of Ruth’s house. I went to the door, knocked and some 15 or so seconds later, the door opened and there was this beautiful woman, with short straight mousey blond hair and an infectious grin on her face. I pulled her into my arms like long lost lovers and gave her a tremendous hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. ‘Oh my god’ I said ‘Look at you – where is the Ruth I knew at school? Is she in?’ Ruth burst out laughing and invited me in. We sat down on the settee and over copious cups of coffee talked and talked and talked until I suddenly realised that it was now early evening and I was feeling really hungry. ‘Do you fancy popping out for a bite to eat? I asked. ‘Love to’ she said ‘My daughters with her best friend and is not back for another couple of hours so let me pop upstairs and get changed’ and off she skipped. After 5minutes or so, she came down the stairs and said ‘Ready?’ I turned and saw that she was wearing a long pale cream wrap that clung to her shoulders as if by magic; the wrap crossed between her breasts and flowed down her lithe body where it rested upon her sandaled feet. ‘You look stunning’ I said at which point she flushed and I am sure her nipples suddenly hardened as all of a sudden they stood proud and all though not visible, their shape could easily been made out and they looked beautiful. We made our way to my car and being ever the gentleman, opened the door for her as she climbed in. Being a Mercedes, the seats where quite low and as she placed her right leg in to the foot well in order to sit down, her wrap parted between her legs and there on display was a beautiful set of pussy lips pouting through a virtually clear thong. She calmly pulled in her left leg and reached out to pull the door shut. She noticed me looking at her legs which by this time were closed and said ‘Shall we go? which was sufficient to pull me back into the world of the living. We had a lovely evening meal and talked about what we had done at school and how the intervening twenty of so years had flown by. We both had children and that subject kept us amused as we recalled our respective kids early years. Ruth’s daughter, about 14 at the time was spending the afternoon with her best friend; my daughter was also away but spending time with my then wife’s family. All of a sudden, that moment arrives when the bill have been paid and you both think ‘Where to from here? ‘Come on’ said Ruth, ‘It’s early evening, let’s get back to my house and you can have another coffee before you make a move’. We drove back to Ruth’s house to find her daughter was at home with her friend, were both upstairs with music playing loudly. ‘Let me put the kettle on then I will sort them out’ she said. ‘Please take a seat and make yourself comfy’ I sat down in an arm chair; some 5 minutes later the music stopped and both girls came down and were introduced to me. The best mate grumbled something and then disappeared via the front door. Ruth then flung her arms around her daughter and introduced me to Katy. She dutifully hung around for 15-minutes to find out who I was and how I knew her mum but being a teenager, the novelty soon wore off and that was it. ‘I’m off to bed mum’ she called and after saying goodnight to me, ran up the stairs leaving us in the lounge where we carried on talking about our times at school. Ruth got up and made a fresh pot of coffee. Finally she sat down on the floor just opposite me, pulled her knees to her chin and we carried on talking. With Ruth sitting lower than me I could not help but notice how the wrap had fallen slightly away from her breasts and a very clear out line of two beautifully formed breasts, not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but perfectly formed, just seemed to be winking at me. I leaned back into my chair conscious that I did not want to be caught a second time looking at her but with more than a hint of lust in my eyes. In leaning back however I could now help but see through the stretched wrap between her knees and her bottom and could just make out her thong covering her pussy. ‘Behave’ I thought to myself ‘You have not seen this woman for over 20 odd years, she has a daughter upstairs for Christ’s sake’. Strange how Percy never hears what the brain says and I soon had a growing bulge in the front of my shorts – did I say this was in the summer so the evening was warm, hence Ruth’s wrap and me being in shorts. Our conversation drifted onto boys and girls friends, spouses and our current situation. Ruth divorced, and me in the throes of a trail separation as neither my wife at the time or I were getting on that well and we had both decided to lead lives apart to see if we missed each other. Some three months down, sex for me had been masturbation in the lounge whilst watching a porn film although this was not said in exactly those words. Ruth smiled and nodded and said her life was similar but that she had been divorced for over a year and had now come to grips with being a single parent. With that a silence descended on the lounge as we both sat apart, waiting for the other to speak. Ruth broke the silence first and said ‘How come we never dated whilst at school?’ I explained to her that I thought she was in a relationship at the time and she admitted that she had been but it had fizzled out immediately after leaving school. She then said ‘Did we ever kiss at a school party? Again I said no but added that if she looked then like she looked tonight then there would have been no stopping me. She looked me straight in the eyes and said ‘Well there’s no one stopping you now’. I stood up and helped Ruth to her feet, my hands dropped to her hips and I looked into her eyes for what seemed like ages – neither of us moved. I then leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips for about 10 seconds or so and leaned back. ‘What did you stop for?’ she asked with her eyes still closed. I moved in again and this time our tongues began to snake around our mouths – teasing, licking and sucking, whilst I pulled her ever closer towards me. My cock by this time was fully erect and pushing into her; Ruth ground her hips into me and muttered ‘mmmm’ whilst at the same time sucking my tongue into the back of her throat. I squeezed her buttocks through the thin wrap that was clinging to every inch of her womanly body and pulled her even closer. Ruth’ hands were in my hair and around the back of my neck pulling me even more on to her. I raised my left hand and very gently laid it on her right breast. I could feel the heat of her nipple through the wrap and felt it stiffen as I gently massaged her breast with the palm of my hand. Ruth pushed back from me and gasped for air. I thought I had overstepped the mark and stopped massaging her breast. We looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed like ages. ‘Do you want me?’ she said very quietly. ‘You can tell I do’ I said as I gentled pushed my groin into her stomach and pressed my erection hard against her. She lowered one hand and then gently felt my erection straining though my underwear and shorts. ‘Mmmmmmmmm – I can tell you do’ she said and with that firmly grasped my cock and began to gently wank me through my shorts. I could feel pre-cum rising and I bent down and resumed kissing her and sucking her tongue deep into my mouth this time. My hand sneaked inside her wrap and I felt her ock hard nipple for the first time. It must have been a full 15mm in length and just as fat so I continued to roll it and squeeze it between my fingers as Ruth shivered in my grip. Ruth’s hand worked its way towards me zipper and having found it, she unzipped me, reached in and grasped my swollen cock. I jumped as she rolled her thumb over my now leaking cock, massaging my pre-cum around its swollen head. Her nipple was getting even harder and I could tell by the state of her breathing that without me even touching her clit or fingering her pussy, she was very close to an orgasm. ‘This by simply massaging a nipple’ I thought. I could feel Ruth beginning to rock and shake and her grip on my cock increased as she wanked my precum onto her hand. Suddenly she stopped moving, removed her hand from my cock and expertly inserted her thumb covered in my precum between our lips so that we could both taste the saltiness. She began to sway as we sucked her thumb dry so I dropped my other hand from her hip and managed to open the front of her wrap. Whilst still massaging her nipple with one hand, my right hand found her pussy which was oozing ladies cum so much that her thong was sodden. I ran my finger along the length of her pussy over her thong and then, working the material to one side, slid my forefinger deep into her soaking wet cunt. I twirled it around and found her g-spot and commenced a double massage of both her g-spot and her nipple at the same time. Ruth’s shaking became stronger and she closed her thighs together squeezing my fingers so much that they hurt. On impulse I pulled my finger out of her cunt and, as she had done only seconds before with her thumb, inserted it between our lips as we continued to tongue fuck each other. Her taste was like honey – so sweet with a slightly salty taste and musky aroma. This was too much for Ruth as her knees buckled beneath her, she bit on to my tongue and pulled me down to the floor as her orgasm ripped through her body. We rocked each other, for a minute or so with us both on our knees. Me with one hand tweaking an erect nipple whilst my other hand worked its way down to her soaking pussy to where it was a few seconds earlier. Ruth’s hand never released its grip on my cock in fact as her orgasm subsided, her grip intensified as she began to seriously massage my cock. ‘I want you to fuck me’ she whispered in my ear. ‘Here – now - feed your cock into my wet cunt and spunk in me please’. You do not have to be asked twice by a horny woman who is expertly milking precum from an extremely swollen cock to fuck her. I could tell from the huskiness in her voice that she wanted to be fucked silly – simple as that. To be continued……