Little did I know that at the same time, Franklin High School was holding their 20th class reunion in the Classic. Many of those "kids" I'd had in class.
I was sitting in the hotel coffee shop, reviewing my lecture notes. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Isaacson?"
"I'm Bill Isaacson."
"You probably don't remember us, I'm Briana Holtzman. Holtzman now, Briana Fenton, twenty years ago."
"I'm Kendra Jarvis."
I had no idea who they were, but for a woman her age, this Briana was stunningly beautiful and Kendra, although a big woman was proportionally well-built. I guessed they were closing in on forty. Much too young for me, besides I hadn't had a date in ages. My wife died a decade ago.
"You don't recognize us, do you?"
"Should I?"
They pointed to the big banner on the wall: "WELCOME FRANKLIN CLASS OF 1990."
I must have had a blank stare on my face.
"Mr. Isaacson, we were in your class. Bri Fenton."
"Kendra Jarvis."
"Ladies, I taught for over 30 years. 5 classes of 25 kids a year, times thirty years. That's over three thousand students. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. . . "
"Besides, at my age, I'm starting to forget things."
"There's a couple of other girls over there. Won't you join us?"
I looked at my watch. I had some time before I had to give my lecture. "Sure."
"Girls, look who we found."
"Hey, it's Mr. Isaacson. How are you?"
I was surprised they recognized me. I was balding and had put on some weight. They introduced themselves.
"I'm Mady Nathan."
"Phyllis Cronin."
"Terri Thompson."
The names didn't mean anything to me. They might have been their married names, which would have meant even less.
"How is Mrs. Isaacson?"
My wife, Mary, was also a teacher. I explained that she'd passed away ten years ago,
They offered their sympathies. Kendra Jarvis said, "Mr. Isaacson, are you staying here?"
"Yes, I'm giving a lecture. There's a dinner tonight. Why?"
"Why don't you meet us in the bar about ten? The reunion party should be over by then."
"I don't know, ten is getting on my bed time."
"Mr. Isaacson, twenty years ago, there was more than one girl in our class who wished you'd have tucked her in at ten," the woman named Kendra laughed.
I turned red.
They giggled, but there were nods around the table.
I tried to make light of it, "Oh sure, when I was young, you were all off limits, you were interested. Now, that I'm an old man . . ."
They all chimed in, "you're not that old."
"That's very kind of you. I'll have one drink with you at ten, but only one." I got up to leave.
My lecture was well received. Back in my room, I took a nap, joined my colleagues for dinner, but just before 10 made my way to the bar. Those same women were there.
This morning they'd been dressed in jeans. Their reunion was much more formal. Those same women were wearing long, sleeveless dresses or cocktail dresses which were low cut and shorter than short.
The women I'd met this morning, re-introduced themselves, as did others, but most of their names meant little to me. I apologized.
However, twenty years early, I'd sit around with other male teachers and we'd talk about the senior girls. It seemed every year they got hotter and hotter. One teacher speculated that it was the fashion of the day. Shorter skirts, or tighter pants, to say nothing of tighter tops or lower cut tops. "Geez, did you see Melanie? I thought they were going to fall out when she bent over."
"Does it seem to you that tits have gotten bigger over the years?"
"How about Mary Lou? I swear she wasn't wearing panties."
"I thought so too, and it occurred to me that she was intentionally putting on a show."
"How's a guy supposed to teach like that?"
"I had to sit behind my desk for a few minutes to calm down."
Now, those same girls were mature women. Some of them looked stunning. Some looked like they might fall out of their gowns and cocktails dresses.
After one drink, as I told them, I was going to my room. I said good night, walked to the elevator and pushed the button for the twelfth floor.
There were a number of people on the elevator, but by the time we got to the twelfth floor, it was just me and one of those former students. I think she said her name was Kendra.
Her room was right across from mine. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't think anything of it until twenty minutes later when there was a knock on my door.
I'm a pajamas and bathrobe guy. I had on both.
Opening the door, Kendra or whatever her name was, was standing there. she was wearing pajamas, too, but unlike my cotton ones, hers look like they were silk and were almost transparent. "Mr. Isaacson, you were drinking Scotch, how about one more?" She held up a bottle and two glasses.
I may be old, but I'm not naïve. Nor was I blind. This Kendra was about 5' 11" tall, wide shoulders, long legs, big ass, and the gown she was wearing in the bar, showed off big, very big tits. I and everyone else in the bar, couldn't help but notice. That long gown, not only showed off those tits, but also her big ass. I thought she was very attractive, but then again, so were any number of women who introduced themselves. Like I said, they were far too young for me, even if I was interested.
Now, those tits were almost visible. Those ‘pajamas' clung. "Ummm, sure." I was hesitant. Twenty years ago, I would have been hesitant because of her age. Now, I was hesitant because of my age. Like I said, I'm not naïve. I had a sense what she had in mind, and those ‘pajamas' gave it away.
It was a typical hotel room, albeit the finest in town. It had a TV, bed, a chair, a desk and that was about it. After pouring us a drink, Kendra sat on the bed. I sat in the chair.
"Mr. Isaacson, you may not remember me, but I can tell you, I thought you were cute. Now, I'd call you distinguished."
"That's kind of you." I insisted that she call me Bill, but it was always Mr. Isaacson. I guess old habits are hard to break.
"I've been divorced for almost ten years, and downstairs, it sounded like you've been a widow for almost ten years. I wonder if you're as lonely as I am. Lonely for love and affection."
That was blunt. Like I said, I hadn't dated since Mary's death. I wasn't all that interested, and I couldn't remember the last time I had an erection. It might have been a few years before Mary died.
To say I wasn't ready for any of this would be an understatement.
On the other hand, Kendra apparently was. "Mr. Isaacson, when I was in high school, I was sexually active. I fantasized about you instead of Bobby Armstead who I was going out with. Not just going out with if you know what I mean."
She stood up and walked over to the chair in which I was sitting. "Kendra, I don't think. . ."
"Mr. Isaacson, I didn't use any birth control back then because. . ." she got on her knees, "I had sex with Bobby like this." She opened my robe, and found the opening in my pajama bottoms.
"Kendra, are you sure?"
"I'm positive. My panties were damp when I first saw you having coffee."
By this time, she had my cock out of my pajamas. It wasn't all that hard. "Like I said, I fantasized about this when I was a teenager." She kissed it and licked it.
She was somewhat of a miracle worker. My cock seemed to respond. "It may have been a long time for you, but you haven't forgotten," she laughed. "Neither have I."
Kendra whatever her name was stopped for a moment, and pulled her pajama top over her head. I must have sighed audibly. "I was hoping you'd like them."
"Kendra, they're the most beautiful . . ."
"You can call them tits or titties. I don't think when people are having sex they're called breasts."
"Yes, well they're the most spectacular titties I've ever seen."
"Thank you, when I was a teenager, I'd lie in bed at night and hope that Mr. Isaacson might notice and call them spectacular." She put my now erect cock back in her mouth.
Her lips slid over my cockhead. Then she took it out again. "I'd fantasize about Mr. Isaacson having a big one; a big one that he'd want teenage me to suck. You do have a big cock."
I'd heard that before. I heard it from girls I dated. I heard it from my wife when we were dating and on our honeymoon, and throughout our marriage.
Kendra's lips were going up and down on it. Again, she took it out. "Mr. Isaacson, I gave blowjobs when I was a teenager because I didn't want to get pregnant. I'm older and wiser now, and it's very doubtful I'll get pregnant. Come to bed with me."
She got off her knees, took off her pajama bottoms and got under the covers.
I slowly joined her; took off my robe, but left my pajamas on.
"Oh Mr. Isaacson, how can I do what I have in mind when you're full dressed?"
"Ummm, Kendra, aren't we going a little too fast?"
"I'm thirty-eight, you're what sixty-five? What's too fast?" One hand was back inside my pajama bottoms. The other was guiding my hand to her breasts. As if she could read my mind, "titties, Mr. Isaacson, titties."
Between what her hand was doing in my pajama bottoms and what my hand was doing to her titties, my cock was rock hard. "Hmmmm, I think you're ready. Let me get these off."
Soon my pajama bottoms were off, and Kendra was kneeling between my legs.
It had been decades since I'd had a blowjob, but I have to say that it might have been the best blowjob of my life.
Kendra was highly-skilled, enthusiastic and although women told me I had a big cock, Kendra had no problem taking it all down her throat. She made me last longer than I thought possible.
"Wow, Mr. Isaacson that was the best. I've dreamed of sucking your cock since I was in your class in high school. I should go now."
Kendra got out of bed, got dressed, kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Isaacson." Then she was gone.
It would be an understatement to say I slept soundly. I didn't even bother to find my pajama bottoms.
I was awakened by a knock on the door, "Room Service."
It must be a mistake. I hadn't ordered Room Service. I fumbled around trying to find those pajama bottoms, put them on and my robe.
Answering the door, I said, "there must be some mistake."
Pushing a rolling tray, "no mistake, Mr. Isaacson. I thought you'd like breakfast and we could get to know each other. Remember me, Bri Holtzman? When I was in high school I was Briana Fenton."
Bri was one of those former students I'd met last night. "Ummmm, let me use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
"How do you take your coffee?"
"Black with sugar."
I took a pee, washed my face and thought. ‘what the hell am I getting myself into?'
I came out of the bathroom. I hadn't noticed, Bri was wearing a hotel bathroom like mine. Now, the bathrobe was lying on the chair, and she was sitting on the bed wearing what I'd call a teddy. It only came to her waist. Below she was wearing matching boxer-like black panties.
"Mr. Isaacson, the coffee's hot; the Danish are warm, the bagels are fresh, and I've been waiting to be alone with you since high school."
"Bri, I ummm, don't know what to say."
"You could say thanks for the coffee. It'll help me wake up. We can talk about the rest of the morning later." Bri picked up her coffee.
"Thanks for the coffee." What does she have in mind for later? Last night, I found out what her friend Kendra what's her name had in mind.
"What I have in mind is to fulfill a fantasy of mine since high school. Bri put her coffee cup down, sat back and took off her teddy. "Mr. Isaacson, I developed early and I know the boys stared at them, but did you and the other teachers?"
Her breasts weren't as big as Kendra's, but they were perfect orbs. There was no sag. Even after last night, well you know what happened last night, my cock was moving inside my pajamas.
"Ummm, Bri, remember what I said last night, with all the students I had, I don't specifically remember you, but I have to admit I've never seen more gorgeous . . ."
"Tits, Mr. Isaacson, tits. Thank you." She sipped her coffee. Why don't you come sit next to me? I'd love your hands to get to know them."
It was instinctual. I got up from my chair and sat on the bed next to her.
Bri put her arms around me, and kissed me on the mouth. Then our tongues were engaged.
She took my hand and put it on one of those amazing tits. "Mr. Isaacson what I have in mind is for you to ravish my tits, rip off my panties and fuck me. All the while, telling me that you've dreamed of doing that since I was in high school."
"I-I. . ."
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. That was my fantasy." She laid back on the bed.
Of course, if she was in high school, I wouldn't have done what I did next. I laid down next to her kissed, fondled and played with those gorgeous tits. "Bri, I'm not going to rip off your panties, but I wouldn't be disappointed if you took them off."
She did, and I took off my pajamas. I didn't tell her I'd been dreaming about fucking her since she was in high school. I didn't even remember her, but we did fuck.
It was the best fuck I'd had in over a decade. It was the only fuck I'd had in over decade.
I was on top and just slammed my cock in and out. Bri's ass was moving and her legs were like she was riding a bike. "Ooooh, Mr. Isaacson, oooooh, Mr. Isaacson. I never thought it would be this good. Your cock, keep fucking me with your big cock. Fuck my pussy good."
I didn't remember lasting as long as I did. I didn't remember fucking being so good. "Whew, Mr. Isaacson, you were amazing. I haven't been fucked like that in ages. Thank you."
Twenty minutes later, she got dressed, kissed me. "Thank you, Mr. Isaacson." Bri Holtzman threw me a kiss as she walked out the door.
For an hour, perhaps more, I laid in bed. When I got up the coffee was cold and so were the Danish and bagels. I took a shower.
Today, I had lectures to attend, a round-table discussion to participate in and some former colleagues to meet for dinner.
I was in bed by ten and slept soundly. How soundly?
When I woke up, there was a woman in my bed, and she was smiling at me. "I know you don't remember me, I'm Mady Nathan. Back in high school, I was Madeline Kowalchuk."
"How, how, did you . . ."
"I convinced one of the cleaning ladies that I locked myself out of my room. And here I am." Mady Nathan threw back the covers, she was naked. Like Kendra and Bri, she must have been close to forty.
"Let me use the bathroom."
"When you come back, I hope you're as naked as I am," she laughed.
"Oh, Mr. Isaacson, do I have to take them off for you?" She said, as I came out of the bathroom with my pajamas still on.
I succumbed.
In bed, Mady's hands were all over my cock. Mine found her titties delightful. Not as big as either Kendra's or Bri's, but still firm. "Mr. Isaacson, on hot summer nights when I was in high school, I'd leave my bedroom window open, dreaming you'd sneak in and fuck me in my own bed. Now, here I am. Fuck me, please."
After the Friday night blowjob from Kendra, and yesterday morning's fucking with Bri, I was surprised I could even get hard.
These young women, yes, I thought of them as young women, spurred me on. Mady Nathan was a wild woman when my cock got inside her.
I'd doubted I could get hard. Now, I doubted I could cum again. That turned out to be a good thing. I kept going and going. I thought I was fucking her hard. The truth was that Mady Nathan was giving me the fuck of my life.
"Mr. Isaacson, you were better than you ever were in my fantasy. Thank you. I'll never forget you."
Like the others, I got a kiss on the cheek when she left.
I had a breakfast meeting and then I was going home. I lived in Fairport, just twenty miles from Franklin. I didn't see those women again, nor did I see any other former students who might have attended the reunion.
I thought that was the end of it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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