#hair bun
When milfs tone down their outfits to avoid looking slutty, it makes me want them even more.
“Hi, um, did we, err…?”
Uh huh.
“Oh, ok. Wow. W-o-w.”
Are you ok?
“What? Um, yeah, sure, yeah. It’s just all a bit hazy. Do you know where my dress is?”
Where you took it off - by the door.
“Oh yeah, of course. Thanks. And my phone?”
Just behind you, on the counter. It’s been buzzing all morning.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Sorry. It’s just that I’m…”
Married? With kids? Yeah I know.
“Rigghht…”
It’s OK, my girlfriend spoke to your husband, told him she’s your workfriend and that you crashed with her. He was cool and said not to rush back if you were feeling hungover.
“Really. Ohmigod. Thank you. Thank her. Wow. Fuck me!”
I did. We both did. We’d like to again.
“Oh, um, wow. That’s err very flattering, but last night was…I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”
Well I could always call your husband, tell him the truth and send him the pics on my phone.
“WHAT??”
Relax, I’m kidding - I’m kidding! But we would love to fuck you again. And it looks like you have a pass for the rest of the morning. And a tiny bit of you doesn’t trust me not to rat, right?
“Well, now that you put it that way. Have you got a shower I can use?”
Follow me, my girl’s already in there, waiting for us…
It’s been over 15 years of college, marriage and kids since we last saw one other, but less than 15 mins into the reunion we’re back at the bleachers, making out like we’re still 15.