Unexpected Encounter
It’s been a while since my first experience with porn, and in the meantime, I’ve filmed several of my own DVDs based on my clients’ ideas. I sold them online, and it often happened that a buyer wanted to pick them up in person, especially if he was from the local area or was planning a trip to see me. In these cases, too, I tried to dress provocatively and sexily, because I didn’t think it was appropriate to hand over porn to someone while wearing loungewear. Sometimes it paid off, and it didn’t stop at just interest in the DVD. Every time I made a personal delivery like that, I was worried I might run into someone I knew. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. A former high school classmate ordered my porn. He definitely recognized me, but acted like nothing was going on. About a week later, I got a message from him saying he’d like to order the next installment and asking if we could meet up somewhere. He suggested a small restaurant near my place, which suited me fine because I didn’t have to travel anywhere. I had a strange feeling about that meeting; I still wasn’t entirely sure whether he recognized me or not. We’d dated a few times in college, but many years had passed since then. That afternoon, when we were supposed to meet, I drowned out my fears with drinks that set my imagination racing. My nervousness was slowly fading, and I was thinking about what to wear. It was pleasantly warm outside, so I was considering something lighter. As I went through my closet with a glass of liquor in my hand to steady my nerves, my thoughts gradually drifted to my panties, which made my decision even harder. “What if he wants something more?” flashed through my head vainly, complicating my dilemma even further. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance, so I decided to go shave down there completely smooth and take a shower. As I was rubbing body lotion all over myself, an incredibly kinky thought occurred to me, and it consumed me. I’ll just wear underwear and a long black trench coat! That way, I’ll be both dressed and undressed. I was surprised by the idea myself, and the thought was exciting. I put on black hold-up stockings, a thong that covered just the opening, and a lace garterstrap through which my nipples were visible. “So now just the trench coat and pumps, and I’m ready to go,” I said to myself as I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my appearance. You can’t see a thing on me, and yet I’m practically naked! I grabbed my purse and my DVD and headed out to the meeting.
At first, I felt pretty weird on the way there, but at the same time, it turned me on. When I arrived at the restaurant, my classmate was already waiting there. I sat down across from him, and we started talking. Right from the first few minutes of our conversation, it was clear that he had recognized me—and that’s why he wanted to meet up. We toasted to our meeting and exchanged a few polite pleasantries about life. “How did you actually find me?” I asked him. “You won’t believe this, but I really enjoy watching women’s autoerotic videos. I was looking for some amateur videos online, and out of what the search engine showed me, you caught my attention the most. I had no idea it was you, but you really turned me on. It wasn’t until I saw you in person and watched that DVD that I was sure and wanted to meet up with you,” he satisfied my curiosity and ordered another drink. “That’s sweet. Well, here’s the sequel,” I replied, handing him the “DVD” I’d been holding under the table the whole time. “Thanks so much! You’re incredibly sexy!” “I'm looking forward to it,” he added, giving me a playful look. “If only you knew what I have under this raincoat,” I thought to myself, loosening the belt of the raincoat, which slid down my bare shoulders and revealed a bra strap and a small piece of lace covering my nipple, which had become delightfully erect due to the cooler temperature. It was clear that this hadn’t escaped his notice, and he was trying to catch a glimpse of a little more. “You’ve always been so cheerful, and I can see you haven’t changed a bit over the years,” he said with a mischievous smile. “You know, what you learn in your youth,” I replied, brushing my heel against his leg under the table. “If I remember correctly, you, on the other hand, loved to lick,” I added, lightly running my tongue over my lips, which smelled of Malibu, making it clear that I wouldn’t mind reminiscing about our school days. “Well, you’re right. I still enjoy that,” he confirmed my memory and nodded, “After all, you were the first one I went down on. Even though it was in the school bathroom, I have very fond memories of it.” “It’s a shame the breaks were so short. Yeah, those were such wonderful, carefree times,” he gushed, “you only had one thing on your mind and didn’t need to think about it.” “Yeah, yeah. I agree,” I nodded, and we toasted to the beautiful years of our youth. “Do you still go out for a drink?” he surprised me with the question, a mischievous look on his face. “No, I’m just kidding. I just remembered your ‘school currency,’” he added with a smile, grabbing my hand to show he was just teasing. “Don’t be silly, don’t overdo it again,” I replied awkwardly, “You’ve got quite the memory. But I’d still go out with you, just for old times’ sake. Why are you asking? Do you want to?” I asked boldly and without beating around the bush. “Well, I have to admit that ever since our unexpected encounter, I’ve been toying with the idea,” he replied without hesitation. “So why not? I’m up for anything naughty,” I replied. “Do you want to do it somewhere around here, or should we go to your place?” I asked. “I’d rather go to your place,” he replied, motioning to the waiter that he’d be paying. We chatted for a while longer, finished our half-empty drinks, and by then, just from our conversation, I was already wet in my panties.
On the way, we cut through the park and took a short break on a bench. We sat pressed up against each other, and I draped my leg over his. He placed his hand on it and began to stroke it shyly, and when he saw that I wasn’t pulling away, he gained courage and occasionally slid his hand up my bare thigh all the way to my panties, which turned me on immensely. And since it was already dark and there was no one around, we didn’t cause a stir. His touches grew more intense, and as we reminisced about the old days, we shared a few fleeting kisses that escalated into passionate kissing. “I never thought I’d run into you again,” he tried to say just as our tongues intertwined. “Let’s go,” I whispered. “I can’t take it anymore! You’re driving me crazy!” he replied. “Come on. It’s just a few more meters, and then I’ll make you come,” I tried to tempt him. “I don’t know, I feel like I’m going to burst,” he added miserably, pushing my leg aside. “Let me take a look, show me,” I said and started unbuttoning his pants. But the moment I pulled him out, the resistance of his pants did its job and he splattered all over my hand! “Sorry, I was trying to hold it back!” he apologized. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it, please,” I replied with a smile, blissfully rubbing his wet cock between my fingers. I gently ran my index finger over the tip of his glans, wiping away the glistening droplets of cum he’d just squeezed out. When I pulled a tissue out of my purse to wipe off his cock and my sticky hand, he looked at me and said sadly, “So we won’t be fooling around anymore today, because I can’t go a second time. But it was still really nice!” “That’s okay, here’s a little something extra from me on top of that,” I said with a smile, trying to soothe his disappointment. I was kind of sorry about it too, because all that flirting had me fucking turned on, and my pussy was demanding attention. I discreetly slid my hand down to my panties, which were already shamelessly soaked with love juice. I pulled them aside, slipped a finger inside, and let him lick it all off. “Maybe he’ll get in the mood again,” I thought to myself, because I was a little upset that he hadn’t even seen what I’d worn for today’s date. “You’re beautifully wet and you taste so hot, but I’d better walk you home—come on, let’s go,” he said, standing up and getting ready to leave.
When we reached the house, it was clear that neither of us wanted to leave. I had already resigned myself to continuing on my own at home, but as he kissed me goodbye, he unexpectedly slid his hand under my half-unbuttoned raincoat and lightly ran his fingers over the damp strip of panties clinging to my opening. “Well, well, licking my finger must have had an effect,” I thought to myself, clenching my thighs together spasmodically and squeezing his hand between my legs. That only fueled my lust to fuck to such an extent that I wanted to come right then and there! “Follow me,” I blurted out, opened the door, and pulled him into the basement. It wasn’t exactly the coziest place, but it was the closest spot I could think of, and it offered peace and privacy. I locked the door behind us, threw off my raincoat, and before he could even say a word, I pulled him out of his pants, knelt down in front of him, and started giving him a blowjob. After a moment, he got nice and hard in my mouth and was ready for round two. I stood up and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me like you used to back in school.” I turned my back to him and pulled aside the soaked strip of my panties with my hand. He didn’t need to be asked twice; he slid into me and started thrusting like his life depended on it, so much so that I had a hard time staying on my feet, especially in my stiletto heels. His cock slid blissfully between my labia, hitting the most sensitive spot in my pussy, and I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming—I felt like I was going crazy! Suddenly, he pulled out, turned me toward him, and came all over my panties. He remembered exactly where to cum. I knelt down in front of him, eagerly sucking and licking his cock, which was beautifully wet from my pussy. “I didn’t expect that. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time!” he said in a surprised, breathless voice. “Well, and you said you couldn’t do it a second time,” I replied, stood up, and threw my raincoat over my sweaty body, because it wasn’t exactly cozy in there and was significantly colder than outside. “And you’ve been dressed like that the whole time?” he asked in surprise, getting ready to leave. “Did you see me changing somewhere? Aren’t you going upstairs?” I replied with a question. “Wow, that’s something! You’re still the same wild one I remember, and I’m really glad I ran into you and got to spend a pleasant evening with you. No, I won’t be going up today—don’t be mad. And I’ll take care of that bottle for you! Don’t worry, I won’t forget!” he emphasized as he left, when we said goodbye. “Yeah, right,” I thought ironically as I headed home. But I was wrong!
About a week later, when I got back from a tour, there was a bottle on the living room table. “What’s this? Where did this come from?” I asked my boyfriend, because I knew for sure he wouldn’t have bought this brand. “No idea—some guy left it here for you, saying you’d know what it was and to say hi,” he replied, and I could tell he was hoping for an explanation. It all made sense to me now—I recognized the brand, even though it had a different bottle and label, but I wouldn’t have believed he’d remember it. So he really hadn’t forgotten! That evening, my boyfriend and I opened it, and I told him in detail about my unexpected encounter with my high school classmate, secretly hoping that he’d stop by soon to pick up my next DVD.
