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Dawn Steps Out Of The Crowd
by Dick Dicksin (address withheld)

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A 40th birthday party takes the form of a graduate 
reunion. Old friends meet and sex, love and romance is 
in the air. (MF, rom)

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The company that evening was superb. We had all enjoyed 
saying hello to old friends. I knew I would get around 
to most of them but had still wondered who I would 
offend by failing to recognise them. It was Andy's 40th 
birthday party. As each drink slipped down, almost 
unnoticed through the chat, bonhomie and stories of 
what had happened to whom, that fear had subsided. 
Besides, I had already been saved a couple of times by 
someone saying "Hey, John, good to see you. Do you 
remember..." saying the name of the person next to 
them. I did mistake someone's new partner for someone 
who had actually been there, though. It turned out I 
had never seen her before.

All of us had first met ten or more years ago. Andy was 
researching for his PhD thesis and had met Jenny during 
the period we were good drinking buddies. They had 
stayed together and now had two lovely young children, 
a girl and a boy. At that time I was an undergraduate 
reading for my first degree, as most of the other men 
and women here had been. It was a large regional 
English university in a large regional English city. 
Andy and I had remained friends and he, Jenny, me and 
whichever girlfriend I had at the time had spent much 
time together over the intervening years. Jenny had 
been the one who maintained communications with the 
wider crowd, even many of those we never saw.

I remember thinking how lovely the women were, even ten 
years on. Why had I not run after them first time 
around? I had hardly noticed some of these yet they had 
not changed much. They had rarely dressed as smartly as 
they were now. Was that it? Or perhaps it was because I 
had been so in love with Julie. We had split up soon 
after graduation, but I was besotted at the time.

I'd chatted with Dave, Bill, Andrea, Gill, a very 
pretty girl called Theresa but I still don't know if 
that was how she spelt it, Dawn, Jim, Amanda, Anne, 
Dean and a few others. I remember Anne had an "e" on 
the end because she had been one of four of us who had 
shared a house and woe betide anyone who got it wrong. 
It was a terrific evening but I drank far too much, a 
lot more than I was used to. The last things I 
remembered were a lengthy and very pleasant chat with 
Dawn, then Andy and Jenny saying goodnight to me and 
two or three other guys sprawled out on the sofas and 
chairs.

Dawn. She and Anne were still great friends. Anne had 
tried unsuccessfully to get us together before I had 
met Julie. I just didn't fancy her. She always wore 
thick sweaters, jeans, outdoor style shoes. The 
sweaters stuck out a lot at the front and the back and 
sides of the jeans were pretty full, too, so she looked 
a bit too chunky for my taste. Amazingly, she was still 
wearing the same sort of stuff. She did have, and still 
had, nice, long, black, curly hair and a pretty face, 
almost Mediterranean or gypsy looking. Celtic, maybe? 
She had once worn an evening dress to some celebration 
or other she and Anne had attended and I'd noticed what 
the sweaters and jeans had been hiding. Too late, I was 
in love with Julie by then. Our chat during the party 
evening made me notice, for the first time, what a 
lovely person she was. I couldn't remember what was 
said, just that she had a wonderful, warm personality.

I didn't feel at all well when I woke up on that sofa. 
That was with the kids, Vicky and Tommy, jumping around 
excitedly. Uncle Ron, who is Jenny's brother, and his 
wife were coming to take them to a safari park with 
their own two kids and would be here shortly. Ron and 
Sal had left the party early so they would be up to it. 
The other guys left quite quickly and I heard Jenny 
saying goodbye to a couple of girls who had obviously 
stayed upstairs. I used the bathroom, washed my hands 
and face, used my finger to wipe toothpaste over my 
teeth and felt much better but still not great.

Just as Andy and Jenny were telling me they were going 
out for three or four hours and I was to make myself at 
home, Dawn appeared in the doorway. I was surprised at 
how pleased I was to see her, even before I took in how 
she looked. I was sitting at the kitchen table, facing 
the door, drinking a cup of tea. Dawn was wearing a 
loose, sort of cross between a large T shirt and 
sweatshirt with a very wide neck and wide elbow length 
sleeves and, first time ever in my experience, knee 
length skirt which showed a strong hint of very shapely 
legs.

She sat on a chair at the end of the table, at ninety 
degrees to me and far enough away that we would have 
had to put our arms out straight to touch. Andy handed 
her a cup of tea then he and Jenny left. We chatted 
about lots of things in a short time and I began to 
notice a sort of need in her. I had already warmed to 
her. After what must have been eight or ten minutes of 
talking, on an impulse, I leaned, stretching across the 
table and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her head 
followed mine back across the table and her arms were 
around my neck immediately. We stretched across the 
table in a long kiss and my yearning rose to match 
hers. I reached into the wide neck of her top and 
fondled her bra-less, firm, large, breasts. I tweaked 
the nipples with my thumbs and noticed how large and 
how erect they were.

Without changing position, I pulled the top up until I 
could get it no further without us parting, which we 
did and I absorbed the view of that wonderful upper 
torso and flat belly. I took her hand and had to do no 
coaxing in leading her towards the stairs. She started 
to talk quickly in apologetic terms as though she were 
behaving badly. I turned around, kissed her on the nose 
and pressed a forefinger gently against her lips. She 
hushed and we embraced quickly, our urgency too great 
to linger there.

We reached the room she had stayed in overnight and 
swiftly began to undress each other. I sat on the bed 
to undo her belt and skirt, pulling it down with her 
panties while I nuzzled, licked and kissed her tummy. 
She pushed me backwards onto the bed and pulled off my 
shoes and trousers, not bothering with the socks but 
going straight to the underpants and dragging them off 
in a hurry to reveal my stiff need. Then she was on top 
of me and my tongue was practically down her neck as we 
rolled and fondled each other on the bed. What a 
beautiful, hourglass body I had in my arms. I kissed 
her lips, eyes, tits, shoulders, hell I was all over 
her and her over me. Oh, how wrong I had been those ten 
and more years ago.

We rolled over one more time and Dawn was back on top 
as I made an unsuccessful attempt at entry, but got 
close enough to slide against her wetness and feel her 
need. She pushed herself up to a crouching position and 
guided my shaft into its destination with her hand. I 
felt that wonderful pleasure as I slid inside her 
warmth. I pushed a little deeper, then Dawn was opening 
up for me and I was all the way in as her vagina 
tightened in the way only a hot wet pussy can tighten 
and make a man feel like he wants to cum and he wants 
to stay there for ever at the same time. We began to 
move in perfect harmony, her on top. Then me. Then her. 
As my cock slid in and out it was all I could do not to 
cum at each stroke, every movement a cum-inducing total 
pleasure. Oh, sweet mercy, please, I can't hold it much 
longer. Then Dawn was biting at my shoulder, gasping, 
moaning and quivering in ecstacy, then subsiding and I 
could feel the blissful release of orgasm as the 
feeling consumed and convulsed me. Dawn was crying and 
sobbing in my arms, breathing "Thank you, thank you, 
oh, John, oh, John" and I was squeezing her tight and 
kissing her eyelids to stem the tears, whispering "I 
love you, Dawn, I really love you".

We lay there together, sometimes talking, sometimes 
silent, until she started to stroke my body, then my 
cock, and I was getting another erection whilst gently 
rubbing her back and buttocks. I rolled her over so she 
had her back to me, then with my arms around her, 
stroked her glorious tits, her stomach and her thighs, 
then slid my cock between her legs for her to play with 
before sliding it inside her once more, gently stroking 
her vulva so her clitoris would get its full share of 
cock stroke from that position. There is something 
absolutely wonderful in feeling the cheeks of a woman's 
bum at the top of your thighs while fucking her. This 
time we were much more leisurely, taking each other in, 
enjoying each other, caring for the other's enjoyment. 
We changed position a few times, now doggy fashion with 
Dawn leaning forward, now stroking each other with her 
back tight to my chest, then the back of her right 
shoulder on the front of my left. She was sometimes 
face down on the bed with me on top of her, then we 
would be where we started off, lying on our left 
shoulders, legs bent or straight, until those momentous 
few moments of orgasm once more. 

That was twenty years ago, almost to the day. Tomorrow, 
I'm taking our son to his first university interview, 
where he's hoping to begin his degree in October. We're 
hoping our daughter will follow in a couple of year's 
time. Andy will be sixty very soon and Jenny is 
planning the party. I'm getting a hard on just 
remembering that night, as I do every so often. Dawn is 
in bed already. I think I'll go up and remind her and 
say thank you for twenty wonderful years in our usual, 
blissful way. She still looks drop dead gorgeous to me. 
Maybe not quite as firm in some places, but she's in 
great shape. I still love her.

END

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