The Regional Directors' Meeting, Part 1 of ?? (MF,MF,MF,MF)

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By Chaz Thain

Debby and I go back to sophomore year of college. At least I was
a sophomore. She was a senior, but we were the same age because I
had bummed around for a couple of years after high school.

I saw her across the room at my favorite hangout. She was hard to
miss because she was standing with her roommate, Stacy. You can't
overlook two pretty redheads together, especially when one of
them is nearly six feet tall.

Debby looked short beside Stacy, but she was really average-sized
at about 5-feet-5. And her hair was a bright copper compared with
Stacy's darker, Irish setter red.

I made a beeline for the pair, introduced myself and began
talking. Okay, I was hustling. And before I could decide whether
to focus on Stacy or Debby, a guy walked up and slipped his arm
around Stacy's waist and started talking with her like a close
friend.

No problem. I focused on Debby, and she was worth the effort.
Bubbly and brilliant is how I describe her, not to mention sexy.
She was a competitive swimmer with all the good things that means
in the way of sleek, toned perfection. We saw each other often
for six months, handicapped by the fact that she attended school
90 miles away and neither of us had a car.

The distance affected our relationship for the worse, as well as
her resistance to sex beyond a certain limit. The daughter of an
Army officer and a classic southern belle, Debby was still a
virgin at 20 and determined to remain one until her wedding
night.

Fearful of losing control, Debby wouldn't let me touch her below
the waist. Nor would she touch me there. She explained her
reasons and I had to accept her beliefs, but I found it intensely
frustrating. We enjoyed making out and I spent a lot of time
exploring her small, firm breasts with my hands and mouth. But
that was all.

Debby and I made a great pair, but I started fooling around with
girls who were closer to home and more willing. Eventually we
broke up. But we remained friends even after she graduated and
moved away. I could count on her for birthday and Christmas
cards, and an occasional phone call.

Then when I was a senior Debby stopped to see me while driving
cross-country. She called from the road, so I canceled my plans
for the evening and waited at my apartment. I was in for a
pleasant surprise!

Debby more than returned my welcoming hug, then initiated a deep
kiss that went on and on. My pulse -- and my dick -- were
throbbing. Next I felt her hand stroking my erection through my
jeans.

"Hey, what's going on!" I laughed, breaking the kiss.

"I have a big surprise for you," she grinned, leading me towards
the bedroom.

Once there she opened my jeans and pulled out my dick! Debby
stared down at it for a moment, stroking me lightly. Then she
looked intently in my eyes.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," she said, "and once I crossed that
line I started to wonder what I missed with you. So ... do you
still want me?"

My answer was to take her in my arms and resume our passionate
kiss. She still had a lot to learn, but giving up her virginity
seemed to release all of Debby's inhibitions. We fucked into the
wee hours, eagerly trying new tricks and positions while I
introduced her to the concept of multiple orgasms.

Hunger and thirst drove us to the kitchen at 3 a.m., then we fell
asleep spooning naked. I awoke to find I had missed my first
class, but I didn't mind as Debby pulled my face down to her
chest.

"You used to drive me wild sucking my nipples," she whispered.
"Do it again!"

We were both tired and sore, so we made love gently and slept for
most of the morning before getting up for lunch and a much-needed
shower.

That was the beginning of me and Debby as friends with benefits.
We never again lived in the same city, as her career took her to
New York and mine took me to four different cities across the
country. But whenever our paths crossed, and she didn't have a
boyfriend, we jumped eagerly back into each other's arms.
Emotionally, we had a special comfort and trust with each other
that led to long, intimate talks as we lay entangled after sex.

If Debby happened to be dating someone, she would let me know,
and the sexual part of our friendship would be suspended. I was
her "between boyfriends" boyfriend. She once bought me a plane
ticket to NYC so I could escort her to her company's Christmas
party, and fuck her breathless afterwards.

All that ended when both of us married within a year of each
other. Unfortunately, her marriage ended in divorce after two
years and mine was faltering after three. I won't get into my
marital problems other than to say that it took me a long time to
admit that I married the wrong girl, and even longer to correct
my mistake.

Meanwhile, Debby and I hadn't seen each other in five years and
had talked by phone only a couple of times. So I was delighted
one night when my phone rang at work and she was on the line. It
was a pleasure to talk freely with a woman after the cautious way
I had to talk with my wife.

And after few minutes Debby revealed that she was not in New
York, but at a hotel only a mile away!

"Once a month, the CEO and the Regional Directors fly to your
fair city for a face-to-face meeting," she said. "And the CEO
always brings his admin assistant and one or two others to
shuffle paper and handle details.

"Since that's my department, I thought I should come along this
month to see how things work -- and to look up old friends," she
said. "So whadaya say? How about a drink with an old friend?"

I couldn't wait. But I had to wrap up a few things before I
turned off my computer and left work at 10 p.m. I knew my wife
would be sound asleep by now, and she never stirred when I got in
bed, whether it was 11 p.m. or 2 a.m.

I met Debby in the hotel bar, where she had my favorite drink
already waiting beside hers. We hugged tightly and exchanged a
light kiss before settling down to some serious catching-up. An
hour later we had just scratched the surface, but the bartender
was yawning so it seemed natural to move our reunion to Debby's
room.

Once there she retired to the bathroom to change out of her
professional clothes. When she came out, I laughed aloud.

"You THIEF!" I growled. "You stole that t-shirt from me when we
were dating! You've got a lot of nerve!"

We shared a laugh and went back to reminiscing, although Debby
was now in raggedy cut-offs and my old t-shirt that had been
laundered so many times it was practically transparent. I was
interested to see that she wore no bra.

After another hour we had dissected our failed marriages in
detail and were beginning to run low on energy. I yawned, and
hinted it was time for me to go.

"Remember how we used to talk all night," Debby grinned.

"Actually I don't think we ever TALKED all night," I retorted.
"At least not without something else first."

We stood and I was following her towards the door when she
stopped suddenly and turned to me.

"You know, I've always felt guilty about stealing this t-shirt.
But I never had a chance to give it back," Debby said.

I was searching for a glib answer when she suddenly pulled the
t-shirt over her head and held it out to me. I was stunned
speechless. Her small, white breasts looked exactly as I
remembered them, her pale, pink nipples sticking out stiffly. She
had carefully avoided the sun most of her life, but she still had
a sprinkling of tiny freckles across her nose, her shoulders and
the tops of her breasts. I stepped close to her.

"Maybe I should take those cut-offs, too," I muttered huskily. "I
seem to remember having a pair just like them."

"If that's the way you're going to be," Debby said, her bright
blue eyes gazing up into mine. She popped the top two buttons and
the cut-offs dropped to the floor, revealing a tiny pair of green
panties.

"I suppose you're going to claim these panties are yours too?"
she grinned, hooking a thumb into the waistband.

"I don't remember them, but maybe you'd better take them
off to be sure," I said. Her panties soon joined her cut-offs
at her feet. Her coppery red pubes were in their bushy, winter
stage. I started to put my arms around her, but she stopped me
with a hand planted on my chest.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," she said
teasingly.

"If there's something that's yours, you should take it," I
said, my breathing quick and shallow. She slowly unbuttoned and
opened my shirt.

"This belongs to me," she said, running a thumb across one of
my nipples. "I'd recognize it anywhere. And this one, too,"
she said, closing her lips around it.

Oh, man. It had been a long time since anybody had sucked my
nipples. In fact, it was Debby who discovered she could turn me
on by playing with my nipples, late one night on a Virginia
beach. My hands stroked her hair while hers were busy unfastening
my belt and lowering my pants.

"This little piggy is mine, too," she whispered, taking her
mouth off my nipple to look down at her hands stroking my dick.

"Ahhh," I groaned. "What makes you think so?"

"It's mine all right," she said, smiling up at me.
"I've had it inside me dozens of times. And every time I see
it, it keeps trying to get back inside me!"

She helped me out of my clothes, led me to the bed and had me sit
cross-legged in the middle. When she stepped up on the bed, I
remembered her favorite position. Sure enough, her feet were soon
next to my hips and her bush temptingly close to my mouth.

Debby let me satisfy my oral fetish for a minute, standing with
her legs spread and her hips tilted so my tongue-tip could burrow
into her bush and trace her pussy lips. I pushed my tongue
between them to discover her growing wetness. But she gasped and
stopped me before I could do more than brush her clit briefly.

"You can do that later," she said firmly. "You KNOW what I want
now!"

Of course I did. We knew each other so well. She squatted down
slowly, reaching between us to guide my dick between her pussy
lips. She hesitated when my shaft entered her and met tightness.
Then suddenly she dropped, impaling herself on the full length of
my dick.

"AaaaaaAAAAAH!" she cried, her eyes closed and her head thrown
back. Her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh SHIT that's good!"

Debby was sitting on my lap with my dick inside her, her knees on
either side of me. She grinned as she put her hands on my
shoulders and pushed my upper body away until I was leaning back
slightly. Then she began rocking her hips, slowly back and forth,
using her weight and motion to rub the mouth of her pussy against
the base of my dick.

"Fuck!" she gasped. "That's it!" and I knew her clit was
positioned perfectly for maximum friction. Her back and forth
motion slowed and I knew she was trying to prolong the sensations
rocketing through her body. I crossed my legs to support her ass
and give her something to push off of, and I tilted my hips at
the exact angle she liked.

Her mouth was open now, twisted with effort and gasping for air.

"Ohmygod!" she groaned. "Uuunnh, unh, unh!"

Try as she might, Debby never lasted long when she started riding
me like that. Her normally pale skin was already flushed a
delicate pink and a squelching sound could be heard each time she
forced her hips down and forward. My pubes and balls were getting
drenched with her juices.

Her mouth and eyes were closed as she leaned forward and began to
speed her rocking motion. She was losing control ... feeling my
dick seesaw back and forth inside her.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" she cried, doubling the rocking of her
hips, and I knew her climax would come in seconds.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH! AHH! AAAAHHHH!" Her cries ran
together until her mouth was uttering a continuous deep groan,
almost a roar, as her climax overwhelmed her.

Now I was thrusting my hips up to send my dick even deeper into
her belly, and the added sensation destroyed any remnant of
control.

"WAAAAAHHHH!" she wailed, then sucked in more air.

Debby cried out continuously and bucked convulsively, throwing
her head back and forth with her hips, her fingers digging
painfully into my biceps as she rode her climax like a huge wave.
As always I was thrilled by the power and beauty of her orgasm.

When she finally collapsed forward onto my chest I laid back and
held her sweaty, trembling body against me, stroking her back and
flanks and whispering wordless, comforting sounds. We laid
together a long time.

Finally she sighed.

"How do you do that?" she whispered.

"How do *I* do what?" I said, smiling. "*I* didn't do a thing!"

"Not true," she said quietly, resting her chin on my chest and
looking searchingly into my eyes. "Somehow just touching you
turns me into a sex-hungry slut."

"Maybe you know me so well that you don't have to hold anything
back, or be afraid of what I'll think," I ventured.

"Mmm," she sighed. "That sounds right," then after a brief
silence, "But I don't want to talk about it too much. That might
ruin it."

"Whatever you say Miss Philosophy Major. Now do I get to eat the
most beautiful pussy on the planet?"

"Only if I get to suck my favorite dick!" she giggled, and we
spent another hour bringing her to several more orgasms and me to
a rare second, until I reluctantly dressed and left her with one
last kiss.

As I drove home I could still smell and taste Debby on my lips
and hands. And it was then I realized my marriage was essentially
over, because I felt no guilt, only a mellow exhilaration.

End Part 1

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WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for
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they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it
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