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Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2000 07:10:02 -0400
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E-MAIL MESSAGE
Andrew, it was wonderful to hear from you again after all these years. As
I said, it was just luck that I found your e-mail address -- found that you had
one, even. You have to admit that your screen-name would not have helped
anybody in looking for you. There are a bunch of people from the old days I
want to find. I hope you know where they are.
Has it really been close to twenty years! And you have been married for
eighteen of them come February. You say you had heard that I got married
also, I guess from Steve. Well, yes, but I've been divorced for four years now
after thirteen years together, eleven of them married. He was fun but
eccentric; as you know I was too (eccentric, at least) and it kind of wore. I
moved out before we hated each other. We are still on good terms, so I tell
people that I not only did not have a successful marriage, I didn't really have
a successful divorce.
I wonder if we would have been any better together. Don't make too much
of that, please. I know you are happy as you are, and we are half a country
apart, DC to Texas. But I wonder how it might have been if I hadn't taken
that job offer that left me stranded down here.
Maybe it meant something that we never did spend all that much time
together. We never even went out on a date until after we had slept together,
and then we only spent a few nights in bed over all.
I can't help thinking over that crazy way we ended up together the first
time. Hey, you're married, but it isn't adultery to remember, is it? Old
times' sake should be safe if it stays in writing.
It was that night in Washington, when you were still living in New York
and I was in Baltimore. I was going to spend the night on the floor of Phil
and Theresa's hotel room, and you offered the extra bed in your room. You
emphasized that you didn't expect me to sleep with you, just in your room. I
thought then, though I never told you, that I kind of hoped the idea would
occur to you...
I got my clothes after a while and we went to your room, where I took a
shower and came out in a nightgown. It was a very transparent one, and I
hoped it would tempt you. But you just went into the bathroom, showered, and
came out in clean underwear. I never knew if you noticed that I stared at your
shorts when you did. I was hoping that I had affected you enough to be
visible.
I was still awake, sitting on the bed, and found an excuse to walk across
the room past you to put something away or something like that. I smiled and
told you how fresh and clean you smelled. You looked a bit nonplussed and
said that you had never heard a woman say that before, that most women seemed
to just want a lot of deodorant on men.
I shook my head (and I noticed that you glanced to see my breasts shake as
I did) and told you that I couldn't understand that. I liked the smell of a
man who has just bathed, and also the smell of fresh sweat. In fact, I said
impishly, the smell of a man who has just worked up a sweat with me is one of
my favorite things.
I turned my head up to smile at you, but I looked over your body on the
way up and could see that you were becoming interested, from the bulge below
your waist. You said something hesitating about wishing that you knew women
like me more often. But you still stayed polite and kept your hands to
yourself.
"Not more often, just better," I replied, touching your hand. And that
did it.
You leaned forward and put your hands on my shoulders, then kissed me.
Eagerly, I raised up, placing my palms on top of your shoulder-blades, and
leaning into you I begin to kiss your soft lips, running my tongue across them
slowly. I rub my lips gently against you as you part yours, allowing further
exploration with my tongue. We tease each other as our tongues chase each
other in our mouths. I was getting drunk on your taste, heady on your clean,
male scent
I tried to exhale slowly to calm my heart and other parts, starting to get
out of control, but it came out in a gush. You stepped forward, wrapping a
strong arm around my waist, pulling me hard to your long body, lifting my feet
from the floor for a moment. My legs raised and wrapped around your hips,
moistening your shorts with my fluids as I pressed against the now plain
cylinder that was projecting toward me and that I was wanting to have in me.
Your tongue entered my mouth again, and a little later your hand that had
been supporting my butt, holding me up against you, was joined by the other and
the fingers of one crept forward to touch and rub my labia, and then slide
aside my panties and enter me. My mouth left yours so that I could press my
head to your shoulder and shudder in lust.
You set me down soon and I held to your hand as I stepped back to my bed.
(No point in pulling back the covers on yours unnecessarily.) You dropped
your shorts by the side of the bed, then knelt nude over me and slid my panties
down. As you exposed my pubic area, you bent down and kissed it -- then your
tongue shot out and licked.
I gasped and drew my legs up in reflex, and you took advantage of the
sudden exposure to continue. You nibbled on my raised clitoris very gently,
making my legs shake, making me feel as if an electric charge were being
applied to my womb. And you kept going, building me up and up until I was
crying out and hanging onto your hair, trying to guide you but knowing that I
could think of no way to improve on what you were doing there.
But still, after a while, I wanted again to find out what it would be like
to have you fill that cave that you were washing down, and I told you so. You
moved off of me, I thought to shift position, but when you began to get up, I
panicked.
"I was just going to get a condom," you said, puzzled.
"I'm on the pill! I want you in me, NOW," I said.
You put the head of your erection to my opening, but lubricating it was
not necessary. You slid into me in one continuous stroke, both of us gasping
at how wet I had become. I remember that you muttered about my being very
tight, for all of being so wet. All I knew was that you were perfect in length
and thickness, and felt so wonderful going in and out.
You brought me to another orgasm with only a few strokes, and then you
slowly built me to yet another, over what was at least 20 or 30 minutes and
seemed like an eternity of heaven. We slept cuddled together in exhaustion and
deep satisfaction. Though I awakened a few times over the night, finding each
time an erection poking me. I hoped that you were dreaming of me.
In the morning you got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, then lay
beside me again when you returned. That woke me, and I also made a trip
there. But I was a little more awake than you who had dropped back to sleep
immediately. I retreated under the blanket until I found your penis, and I
began to lick it. It grew very nicely before you woke, and you woke to find
me with most of your shaft in my mouth.
You threw back the covers to watch me kneel between your legs and go down
on you. Instead of holding my head -- which I have never liked -- you just
touched my cheeks and brushed the sides of my neck. After I went as far down
as I could and held there, swirling my tongue around you, I raised my head and
asked: "Do you want me to take you all the way and swallow?"
You shook your head and replied: "I would rather take you."
I happily turned onto my back and spread for you. This time you came into
me quickly, with force, with all your length at once. I loved it. I do not
think we lasted as long, but the ending was as delicious as I have ever known
it to be, with nearly every stroke making my hips shake and making me feel you
in me halfway to my head.
If it was as good as I remember it, I would be dead of a heart attack by
now. But I would die happy, I guess.
Patty.
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