(BSFSF)   "LEANNE" 
Leanne sat back on the bed in my hotel room, legs apart, skirt hiked
up over her hips, and slid a finger into her pussy. I couldn't believe
that this was finally happening. I had fallen for her, hard, when we
were in high school, but she had insisted that we remain "just
friends." We went our separate ways, different colleges, different
lives. Until tonight, thirty years later after our class reunion. I
watched her, mesmerized.
"I always wanted you, too, you know," Leanne whispered huskily as she
inserted a second finger into her sex. I could smell her, could hear
her fingers moving in and out. My cock had never felt this hard. Her
dark eyes blazed at me as she unbuttoned her blouse with her other
hand and freed her breasts. Her aureoles were dusky, her nipples hard.
She pinched one of them, moaning softly. At that moment I forgot about
everything, that we both had spouses, children, lives. All I could
think about was that finally, finally, I'd have Leanne. I moved closer
to her. She unzipped my pants and stroked my cock. She smiled at me as
she bent her head to take it into her mouth.

And then the alarm clock rang.