Mystery Invitation to a Reunion

The invitation said to be at a certain private club in Key West three weeks from this Saturday, to come alone, and to wear loose-fitting clothes and flip-flops. Included was a key code to enter the club at a specified time. Nothing else.
What to make of this? No return address on the envelope, not even a name. For the next three weeks I agonized over what this could be about, trying to think if I knew anyone in Key West?nobody. Had any acquaintance ever mentioned that city??nope. As time got close, my mind was filled with intrigue. Finally the day came. I flew down early in the day to get familiar with the town, checked into a small B the largest vertical stack was six. (I was in a stack of three: at the time, I had known about one but not about the other one.)
Now that we could decode the cards, we were amazed to count 83 total. Five men were deceased, fourteen did not have the left-hand box checked, meaning they hadn?t accepted the invitation, which left sixty-four who would be here. That matched my estimate of the number I could see just by looking around. Sixty-four of us, and she was going to tesettürlü escort find time to be with each one! Just enough time for a quick chat, to catch up on old times, find out how we were doing, maybe some small talk about family, kids, and such.
Boy was I wrong! She was not taking us aside for a personal chat. The check marks she was entering on the right-hand box meant a lot more than that! I started noticing that as each guy was returned to the crowd, he appeared a little disheveled, but very happy. I watched a little more closely as she took each fellow aside. She would take him over to an unlit corner of the room, where you could just make out a large raised futon. Once there, she lifted that elegant cocktail dress over her head, and lay down on the futon. I realized now that she wore nothing under it, and the deep, wide scoop neck made it easy to slip on and off over her head. Then, she pulled her guest down and into her bare body. Now I understood why we?d been instructed to wear loose clothing!
Turned out that as she took türbanlı escort each guy back to rejoin the crowd, she asked him to not say what the private meeting had been about, so the next guy would be surprised. Well, if I was able to figure out what was going on, you can bet everyone else did, too. So, before long, everyone knew what was going on in that dark corner. Another hint was that she smelled pleasantly of sex each time she came back into the crowd, and the insides of her legs were very shiny. And once, about halfway through the sixty-four, she completely forgot to put her dress back on and came out naked. I don?t think she realized it until she got back to the futon and saw her dress still there. After that, she just stayed naked, but did slip her heels back on each time, because of some spilled drinks on the floor.
She was spending about five minutes with each one, which would take at least five hours. I was toward the end, so when my turn came, I had the honor of this classy middle-aged woman, nude except for high heels, come up tüyap escort to me in a room crowded with fully dressed men, and invite me to spend a few minutes alone with her. On our way to the darkened corner, we did catch up on each other?s lives, and how nice it was to meet up after all these years. Once there, I quickly got out of my clothes and enjoyed her once again, reveling in the comfort of her familiar flesh. I took this opportunity to say how much I admired her bravery in arranging this event, and that I felt honored to be here. She told me that some women have big brothers to watch out for them, but better yet, she had several dozen dedicated men who would do anything for her.
Well, she had more entertaining to do, so she walked me back and left with the next one, leaving me to admire her bare backside as she led him to the futon.
It took her a little over five hours to work her way through all sixty-four of us. She didn?t get tired; I think she renewed her energy with each encounter. By the end of the evening, after checking the last of the right-hand boxes, she was glowing. Radiant in her nakedness, she stepped up onto the raised platform again. She told us that even though there were a lot of us there, she had remembered her favorite position with each of us, and had used those positions on the futon. She then thanked all of us for coming and for helping her come so many times that evening and for giving her a lifetime of coming.