Archive-name: 3plus/exine5.txt

Archive-author: P.Ptyza  (c) 1991

Archive-title: Sexual Adventures of Exine - Volume 5





     A person can only be happy go lucky and totally adventurous

for so long before a brief whiff of depression can kick in and

destroy their personality for a while. Such is what happened to

Exine one night when her young fling named Derek was carded at a

bar (he was turning 21 in a month or so but the bartender

wouldn't let him slide). The bartender who knew Exine made a

comment to the effect of,"when did you start picking them up at

school?" Well, needless to say, that ruined the night for our

sweet gal and much of the following week. Although no hint of age

had crept into her face or body, she found herself constantly

checking herself out in mirrors, scrutinizing carefully for

wrinkles and other "old" signs. She answered absolutely none of

her calls, even poor horny Derek who was as confused as anyone.

Derek however gave up calling by Wednesday but there were others

that left messages that were ignored. Some kept calling everyday

sounding pissed off at no eager call back by the vivacious imp

ready for any sexual feast on the menu.

     Thursday evening came and Exine was so depressed she found

herself calling in work for a personal day for Friday. Her boss

said it was no problem, things were slow anyway and she hadn't

taken any sick days for the year yet. He was a kindly older man

who she sometimes confided in. He noticed something was wrong all

week but never asked her. After she hung up, the phone rang,

thinking it was her boss with a last minute rebuke or changing

his mind she picked it up in the middle of the first ring. A

nervous voice said,"Uh, hello, is this Exine D'Marillion..." She

answered business like that it was, thinking it was someone

trying to sell her insurance or a once in a lifetime chance for a

"gold card". Instead the hauntingly familiar voice said,"Hi, you

might not remember me. We went to high school together. I'm Mark

Grayden." He waited for recognition before he continued. Hot

tears with memories flooded her eyes.

     "Oh my God, Mark, it's been so long. Hey what's up?" Her

heart pounded inside her chest as she heard his voice through the

phone, altered by the line and age, but the same voice she

remembered.

     "I was wondering," he started,"if you were going to the

reunion on Saturday. Or maybe I should start by asking if you're

married and or attached before I ask that." Her mind raced. She

remembered getting something in the mail from the school about

two months ago but figured they were asking for donations and

tossed it out. She quickly counted back and indeed, ten years had

passed since graduation day.

     "Mark, I didn't even know there WAS a reunion. And to answer

your other question, no, I'm certainly not married. Never found

anyone to put up with me too long."

      "Wow, then this is really short notice. You probably have

plans made already for the weekend."

      "Actually I don't." She did, with Derek, but somehow he

didn't exist anymore.

      "Well I'd really like to see you. Would you like to go with

me?"

      "You know something Grayden, I'd love to. In fact I

wouldn't mind meeting you tonight for a drink or something just

to see you again before Saturday. Are you at your parents house?"

      "Ah, hell, Ex, my folks moved outta here years ago. They're

out in Colorado. I'm in the Holiday Inn off the turnpike."

      "Hey, that's really close. I can be there in fifteen

minutes if that's not too short of notice for you. I just really

need someone to talk to now." She tried not to sound too pushy or

anxious.

     "I'd like that Ex, no problem, you want to meet me in the

lounge?" She agreed and they hung up. Her heart raced in

anticipation of seeing someone familiar from when she felt really

alive.  She ran in her room and tried to pick out something to

where. Feeling funny, like a girl on her first date, she kept

pulling out one dress, throwing it on the floor and picking

another. Finally she settled on a simple black, off the shoulder

outfit, hey even a purse to match. All the while her thoughts

turned back to school and Mark. They had some really great times

together. Everyone thought they would get married after

graduation but Mark went into the service and she moved to the

city for a while to try modeling.

     She drove into the Holiday Inn's parking lot and parked. She

sat in the car for five minutes looking into the mirror and

fixing her dress. Her heels clicked loudly on the concrete as she

walked up to the door and into the brightly decorated lobby. She

followed the signs to the lounge and not seeing anyone familiar

sat at the bar. "He probably jumped in the shower or

something...or chickened out," she thought negatively. The

jukebox ended a Rolling Stones tune. She thought about grabbing

some change and checking it out. Then a song came on that threw a

lump in her throat. "Night Moves" by Bob Seger. They used to sing

that riding around in Mark's beat up LTD, saying it was "their

song". The bartender took her order for a screwdriver and brought

it promptly. A raspy low voice sang behind her,"...it was

summertime.." She looked up into the mirror behind the bar and

then turned her barstool to look up at him. He was a little

taller, had a full beard and moustache and was just a tad heavier

but it was the same Mark. He had that shy smile on his face and

said simply,"Hi, Ex." Instinctively she jumped up and hugged him,

receiving a big hug back. He picked up her drink and showed her

to a table near the back of the room. 

     "You don't look much different, dear," he said, "unlike me.

I went downhill a few years ago."

     "Mark, you look great," she countered.

     "No, that's something we say at the reunion to Bev and Tom

and the ones we can't stand. Between us we always told the

truth."

She took his hand and looked him in the eyes,"You look so good, I

could eat you right here." He laughed outloud in his unmistakable

trademark laugh.

     "God, I haven't heard you say that in so long. It's been ten

years." They countered back and forth as to what each other had

been up to. He talked about his brief marriage to some girl in

the Army and the divorce that put him through the mill three

years ago. A ballad flipped on the jukebox and Exine

suggested,"Grayden, ask me to dance."

     "Why, gee Ex, would you like to dance?"

     "Thought you'd never ask." They walked to the dance floor

and he took her in his arms, closer than even in high school.

     "You know, I never thought I'd feel you in my arms again,"

he whispered and held her a little closer yet. He looked deep in

her eyes and kissed her openly. She responded by gently touching

his tongue with her own.  She could feel his erection against her

belly through his slacks and was hoping she'd get the chance to

feel it inside of her instead. As the song was winding down, he

suggested that they go to his room and order a bottle of wine

from room service so that they could kick off their shoes as they

talked. She smiled and said sure. On their way out, a portly

woman with very dark eyeshadow and a dress that was too tight for

her figure said brashly,"Mark? Mark Grayden, is that you?" They

turned and the woman literally bounced up to them. "Bev, Bev

Nash. Exine! That's it, I knew you had a weird name. I guess you

guys are in for the reunion. So you guys got any kids?"

     "Bev, I hardly recognized you," he started. "Yes, Exine and

I have six kids. Sextuplets, you know. Don't she look great?

They're only three months old now. Hey, I gotta take a wicked

piss, we'll see ya Saturday night!" He led Exine out to the

elevator as quickly as he could without Bev following them. Safe

inside and rising to the seventh floor they both burst out

laughing.

     "So we have six kids, huh? How come I don't remember this?"

     "They had to knock you out, dear, the pain was too much," he

countered. They laughed some more. He whistled and remarked on

Bev's weight gain. "For a cheerleader, I'd hate to see her try to

do a split now. She'd never get up. Oh, that's mean. I don't

care, she was a bitch in school."

     The doors opened and they walked down the hall holding

hands. He unlocked the door and let her go in first after he

flicked on the light. The room was actually quite big and it

overlooked the turnpike. He opened up the menu sitting next to

the lamp and said,"Ok, what kind of bubbly do we want?"

     "Anything cold and wet, I don't care. Just something to get

a little stupid on so I have an excuse to rip off your clothes."

He looked up over the menu and smirked,"You don't need any excuse

for that." She walked over to the window and looked out over the

highway as he phoned down his order. She overheard him order an

expensive champagne. As she walked back he had indeed kicked off

his shoes and was sitting on the bed with a pillow propped behind

him patting the place next to him.

     "C'mon girl and snuggle next to me like you used to." She

stepped out of her heels and climbed onto the bed almost like a

cat on all fours, knowing that her cleavage was showing and

watching him look at it. She laid next to him and put an arm over

his stomach and laid her head against his chest. He put his

finger under her chin and brought her face up to his and kissed

her. She felt like she was melting into him like a chocolate bar

left on the dash of a car in the summer. He turned so that they

were lying on the bed facing each other, "making out" they used

to call it. It was more like groping and moaning. His hand ran

down her back and over her ass, stopping to squeeze tightly and

pull her against him. His cock was really hard now, it was almost

maddening to her, but she liked the romance in just "making out"

like they were in the back of his car again. She unbuttoned his

shirt and ran her hands over his chest. What used to be muscle

was a lot softer now, but it was him and that was all that

mattered. He kissed her neck in the soft spot that joined the

neck and shoulder, her most sensitive spot of her whole body, and

her knew it after all this time. He bit and sucked, relaying his

not so innocent intentions to her and making her crotch start to

really water for his hardness. A knock at the door startled them

both. They felt like kids caught on the sofa that were supposed

to be babysitting. The knock came again and a voice said,"Room

service, Sir." He jumped up and answered the door. A young man

held a tray and Mark ushered him in. The man placed the tray on a

small desk next to the television and opened the champagne.

     "Would you like me to pour it," he offered. Mark handed him

a bill rolled up and muttered,"No, just take this and get the

hell out so we can fuck our brains out, Kid." The young man

blushed, taking the bill and said politely,"No problem, sir." As

Mark shut the door, the kid had given him a 'thumbs up' sign. He

guessed that the kid probably thought Exine was a lot younger

than himself. He put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door,

hoping to all hell that Bev wouldn't look him up and be the next

one pounding on the door with a yearbook under her arm. Mark came

back into the room and poured the champagne. When he turned

around, he almost dropped it. Exine was wearing only a sheet and

was smiling innocently from underneath it, curled up with her

chin touching the tops of her knees. She must not have been

wearing a thing under that dress to do it that fast he thought.

     "My, my, what have we here," he calmly said, bringing the

glasses. She took one, not taking her eyes off him.

     "I propose a toast," she said. "To here, now and tonight."

They clinked glasses and downed their drinks. He brought the

bottle and refilled them. He added,"To Catholic girls who don't

wear underwear under their uniforms."

     She laughed and added,"To the Catholic boy who introduced me

to bondage on his motorcycle with his green plaid ties."

     "Jesus, I forgot all about that! Ok, wait a minute, here's

one, to the girl who jerked me off in study hall under the

table..."

     She downed her drink and unbuttoned his pants. "So how about

if I finish the job right now, huh?" He tossed back his drink and

unzipped his pants. He hadn't felt desire as whole heartedly as

this even with his ex-wife. He fumbled with his socks and

underwear, throwing them on the floor in devil may care fashion.

He ripped the sheet from her body so he could look at her naked

form in the light. Her breasts were full and round, nipples tight

from arousal in sharp little points. He noticed without question

her all over tan and that made his hard cock want to reach out

another inch if it could. He noticed the hair on her pussy was

shaved slightly on each side, probably so she could wear those

sexy kind of bathing suits. It almost looked like she sported a

little mohawk down there. He kneeled on the bed and leaned down

to kiss her stomach. His hand rested on her thigh and his palm

hot and sweaty, moved over her thigh and up to her pouting cunt.

Her drenched snatch took him a little by surprise. He hadn't

expected her to really want him THAT much, but this proved that

her feelings were genuine. He massaged her swollen clit, hearing

her moan softly, placing her own hand over his and

whispering,"Oh, yeah....do me, Mark." He took his middle finger,

gnarled and bruised from heavy equipment and slowly eased it into

the delicate lips of her pussy, like some tiger-lily filled with

dew, its soft wet petals wrapped around his finger. His tongue

found a nipple and suckled, his teeth nibbling just slightly,

like he knew she liked it. He slipped another finger in her and

then another. It felt so good, but she wanted his thick cock

inside her.

     "Mark...I want you so bad...oooooh, fuck me..." 

     That was all he needed, he pulled his dripping fingers from

her and spread apart her legs as he placed his body between them.

His body cried out for release but he needed to stay in control

to make it last more than ten seconds. With a hand around his

cock, he guided it into her pulsing hole and slowly moved in and

out against her body. Time stopped for both of them and the

ritual began. Her tight pussy was like a vision from the past and

they worked slowly together in perfect synchronicity. Even now he

found himself comparing her to his ex-wife who was too loose and

bitched that he was too big. Exine was perfectly tight and only

held onto him tighter when his full length was inside of her. He

kissed her neck and licked the salty dampness of her

perspiration, tasting and smelling her light cologne, still the

same spicy scent she wore when they were fumbling in the back

seat. He pulled out and rolled her over. She helped him guide his

cock in her pussy from behind her, it reminded her of when they

used to do it on his cycle. He'd put it on the kickstand and sit

back with a raging hard on. She face the front, naked except for

the black leather knee high boots, holding onto the gas tank, as

she'd sit back onto his cock and pump like a kangaroo in place.

He liked doing it that way so he could fondle her tits and pussy

like he was doing now. He oftened asked her to pose in just her

boots so he could send a picture in to one of the cycle magazines

but she never let him. She'd drape herself half naked over the

bike if he was trying to work on it and tease him when she knew

the camera wasn't in the garage. One time when he was trying to

fix the chain she even pulled off her shirt and was licking her

own tit. He was so hot he almost knocked the bike over getting to

her, ripping her shorts down in the fury and fucking her in the

garage on the cool concrete floor. She joked the whole next week

how she had to scrub the oily tire marks off her ass before gym

day. He thought she was joking when she said they wouldn't come

off until one of the prisses was buzzing about it near his locker

that they saw them in the shower. He calmly looked over and

said,"So what are you doing staring at girls' asses?" The bitches

had given him the finger and marched away. Now as his older and

more mature cock was ramming in and out of her, all he could

think of was how things were so much easier then. The wind in

their hair when they went out cruising summer nights. Fucking was

simply fucking, it wasn't lovemaking....like now. Even though

this was hot and lustful it was indeed lovemaking. He came in hot

waves of spewing lava-like cum into her and he realized that he

really did love her after all these years. This time, was going

to be different, he wasn't going to let her get away and he

wasn't going to leave her.



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