The School Reunion

She took particular care getting ready tonight. More care than she usually took when getting ready for any other party. This wasn’t just any party. It was her school reunion. It was 10 years ago that she was one of the most popular girls in school. As an adult, she realised she had toyed with the boys hearts at school. Letting them think she liked them, particularly the geeky nerds in the smart classes, only to stand them up after accepting dates with them. She much preferred the athletic types. She didn’t want anyone thinking she had underachieved in looks, life and her partner since she had graduated. The theme for the reunion was masquerade. She took care in making sure her makeup was flawless, even though only half her face was visible as the top half was covered by a black glittery cat like mask. She was wearing a black corset with a dark red undertone and black satin panties with suspenders. She smiled to herself as her hand crept down, between her thighs and she touched the gap in her crotchless panties. Her husband wasn’t aware but she had a naughty plan for the two of them tonight. She pulled the sheer black stockings over her slender, shapely legs, clipping them to her suspenders, slipped each foot into her classy black heels and buckled the strap on each one. She stepped into her black skirt, pulling it up to her waist, fastening the button at the back and zipping it up. She applied red lipstick to her plump full lips and took one last look at herself in the mirror before turning away to check if her husband was ready yet. He was wearing black trousers, white shirt, black button up vest and a short black cape with a white mask, covering the left side of his face. She checked the time. They were late enough to make an entrance, but not too late to be considered unorganised.

Upon arriving, her coat was taken from her and taken to the cloak room. She glanced in the open door and noticed the wall covered with the thick layer of coats hanging and some storage boxes beneath them and thought how easy it would be to hide behind the layer of coats. Her focus was then broken by the quick pace of clicking heels on the wooden floor boards of women coming up to greet her. She smiled at them politely as she told them about her two above average children and her perfect marriage and listened to them talk about what they had accomplished since graduating. An hour and a half into the night, she found herself getting bored. She noticed the attendant taking coats had abandoned her post long ago and she scanned the room for her husband. She made eye contact with him before turning her head to finish the last of the champagne in her glass and setting the empty glass down on the table. She excused herself from the group of women talking with her and made her way towards her husband. He now had his back to her. Standing behind him, side on, she whispered in his ear “meet me in the cloak room. Look for me behind the coats hung up. Don’t make it obvious but don’t take too long getting there.”

Closing the door of the cloak room behind her, she pushed her way past the coats, stepping over the storage boxes and waited. It wasn’t long before she heard him enter the cloak room and close the door. “Turn the light off” she instructed and he obediently followed her instruction.

She felt him break through the barrier of the coats and felt his arms around her. She felt his breath against the skin on her face and she quickly leaned away. “Don’t kiss me, you’ll mess up my makeup.” She felt him retreat a little before his fingers traced her skin across the top of her corset. His fingers slid into the top of the corset, pulling her breast out and brushing his thumb back and forth over her nipple before giving it a firm squeeze. She drew her breath in sharply. That was new. He'd never been firm with her nipples before. He continue to apply firm pressure, letting go and apply pressure again and reached in with his other hand to give her other breast and nipple the same treatment. Before she had a chance to reach down to fondle his cock through his trousers, he had let go of her and she could feel him kneeling before her, sliding her skirt up and ran a finger along the opening of her panties. She could feel his breath against her bare pussy as he widened the opening some more, breathing in the scent of her and sliding two fingers inside her while circling her clit with his thumb. She felt his tongue lightly trace the inside of her pussy lips before flicking and circling her clit with his tongue. She quietly yelped in surprise as she felt him lightly bite her clit, not clamping down hard enough to cause pain but just applying the slightest pressure and could then feel him sucking on her clit and, again, she gasped. This was definitely different to his usual routine, but so delicious. He spun her around to face the wall and pushed her to slightly lean into the wall. He slid his fingers back into her panties, sliding them back inside her again and started to finger fuck her vigorously with two fingers before sliding his fingers between her buttocks and slipping a finger in her ass. She clawed her fingernails against the wall and whimpered as she felt a second finger in her ass, stretching it. She felt him withdraw his fingers and stand behind her. She heard the sound of a zipper and felt his cock swiftly slide inside her. Had the new exploration he did tonight cause him to grow harder and larger?? He started to fuck her slowly at first but his rhythm quickened as he fucked her harder. The thrill of the danger of someone walking in and the exhilaration of going harder and faster than he normally does caused her to clutch at some coats behind her as she orgasmed, right at the same time he exploded in her. He reached around the front of her, gave her breasts one last squeeze and kissed her neck before zipping himself up and backing through the wall of coats. She heard the door open, then close as she caught her breath while composing herself. She straightened her clothes, tucked her breasts back into her corset, stepped over the boxes past the wall of coats and made her way to the ladies room to clean herself up a little.

Heading back, she found her husband and couldn’t help herself but make her way to him, straighten his bow tie and say “you’ve learnt some new moves”.

He looked at her with a confused look on his face and asked “what moves do you mean?”

She softly giggled and whispered “What you did in the cloak room.”

He replied “I haven’t been in the cloak room.”

Across the room, nursing a whiskey in the corner, was a man wearing an identical costume to her husband, smiling to himself. Twelve years ago, he as a lanky, nerdy straight A student who had his heart broken by her and he promised himself he’d have her in his arms, even if it was just once. Tonight, he fulfilled his fantasy.