Penthouse (17 page)

She said, “Thank you,” and left as quietly as she’d come.

—L. K., Texas

Therapy

I find myself becoming excited just thinking about the other day, and I am curious to see if my letter will be printed, if for no other reason than to let that special person know how much I enjoyed her company.

My friend Mary and I were at work the other day, when she noticed that I was rubbing the back of my neck. I explained to her that I had been in a car accident several years ago and that my neck bothers me from time to time. She suggested that since things were so slow at work—we’re both physical-therapy techs—we take the rest of the day off and she would give me a neck massage. My neck ached so badly, I couldn’t resist the offer and agreed.

Once we got to my house, Mary told me the first thing I should do was to take a long, hot bath, and she would meet me in the bedroom. The water felt wonderful, and I stayed in until it began to grow cold. I put on my bathrobe and found my friend waiting for me on the bed.

She asked when my husband would be home, and I told her not for several hours. She laughed and said that was good, because she didn’t want him to walk in on us and get the wrong impression. We both laughed, then she told me to take off my robe and lie facedown on the bed. I thought nothing about being nude in front of her—we have taken showers in front of each other at work—and quickly disrobed. She poured some hot oil on the back of my neck and began to give me the neck rub of my life. Within a few minutes, the pain was completely gone, but I was feeling so good, I didn’t even tell her.

After a while, she asked me if I wanted her to massage my back as well. I quickly agreed, and soon her hands were working their magic down my spine to the top of my hips and then back up, but on her return strokes, her hands would move farther down my sides, softly stroking the sides of my breasts. By that time I could feel that something was going to happen, but I didn’t care. I had never been so lovingly caressed in my entire life, and I was going to let her massage me in any way she wanted.

Mary stopped just long enough to pour some oil on the small of my back, telling me how soft my skin was, then she began to slowly massage my ass cheeks, gently pushing her fingers farther between them with every stroke. I moaned how wonderful it felt, and that seemed to be all she was waiting to hear.

She gradually pushed my legs apart, and soon I could feel her long fingernails softly stroke the insides of my thighs, then barely caress my cunt lips on the way back up. I don’t know what came over me at that point, but I lifted my hips so she could reach whatever part of my pussy she wanted. When she started to stroke my clit with one of her fingers, I lifted my ass as far up as I could and moaned very loudly. Mary stopped and got on her hands and knees behind me. She told me to just relax and let her do all the work. When I felt her part my pussy hair with her hands, I buried my face in the pillow. I knew what was coming next, and since I have always loved having my pussy eaten, I knew I would probably scream. As soon as her tongue flicked out and touched my clit, I let loose with a loud, “Oh my God!” I can only hope that the pillow muffled it enough so the neighbors didn’t hear.

That seemed to excite Mary, and she started eating me like I’d never been eaten before. Between licking and sucking my clit, she would snake her tongue so deep inside me, I couldn’t believe it. I was bucking and thrashing around on the bed—poor Mary was hanging on to my ass for dear life—until I finally exploded all over her face. She never missed a lick and just kept sucking nectar out of my cunt until I couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled away.

When I looked at Mary, I had to laugh. Her short brown hair was a mess, and her face was soaked with my juices, but she had this shit-eating grin on her face and just said, “Oh, my!”

I couldn’t resist kissing her, letting my tongue snake down her throat, then licking my juices off her face. I told her to get undressed and to let me do the work for a while. She asked me if I’d ever been with a woman before, and when I said no, she said that I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to. I told her not to be silly—I wanted to taste her in the same way she had just tasted me. She smiled and quickly undressed.

I started kissing and sucking her nipples; they were rock-hard and as big around as the cigar that my husband smokes. When she began to moan and grind her pussy against my thigh, I quickly slid down until the tip of my nose brushed her thick brown curls. Her smell was like an elixir, thick and musky, but very, very sweet. I used my fingers to part her pussy hair and gently placed a kiss on her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and lifted her hips to my mouth. I started sucking her very swollen clit like it was a tiny cock, and she started to grind her hips against my face very hard. I moved my mouth down until it fit completely over her cunt and pushed my tongue deep inside her, curling it to catch some of her sweet nectar, then bringing it back out again. She started moaning for me to suck her clit hard, and I quickly went back to work on her little button. Soon she began to moan and scream, pulling my face hard against her and grinding her pussy against it. When she finally came, there was so much juice, I had to lick as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Finally, she arched her back, locked her legs around my face, and just shuddered. After a few seconds, she relaxed and settled back down on the bed. I gently kissed her pussy a couple more times, then scooted up to lie next to her.

—M. M., Michigan

Snowball

This past winter was a nightmare, commuting to work in Manhattan from New Jersey, because of the snow. During the last storm, we had over twelve inches, so I decided to accept an offer from a colleague to spend Friday night at her apartment. I thought it would be easier for me to try to get home on Saturday or Sunday.

I’ve known Jenna since I started at the firm five years ago. Even though she is in her mid-forties, we are able to communicate with each other freely. I sought her advice when I was having boyfriend problems, and she sought my advice when she was going through a divorce. Since her children left for college, she has been living alone.

We left work early, and Jenna cooked us a delicious dinner. We talked about personal problems and current relationships. I learned that we both had problems and that neither one of us was currently in an ongoing relationship. Jenna revealed that since her divorce three years ago, she’d been on only three dates. She complained that most men do not want to settle down with a woman in her forties. I complained that it is hard for me to keep an ongoing relationship with a man, since the men in my life don’t respect my work ethic.

I complimented Jenna that she still looked as young as when I first met her five years ago. She thanked me and complained that her hips are wider, her tits are sagging, and wrinkles are forming on her face. Despite Jenna’s complaint, I thought she maintained the same natural beauty she’d had when I first met her. She was the same woman I’d admired for her professionalism, beauty, and elegance. It was getting late, so we decided to go to bed.

As I was reading a magazine in bed, I heard a very faint cry from Jenna’s bedroom. I thought she was still despondent, so I went to her room. When I opened the door, I saw Jenna’s feet spread apart and resting on top of the headboard. As I walked closer to the bed, I saw Jenna’s right hand holding her crotch. She was pushing her middle finger in and out of her cunt. Jenna’s face turned completely red with embarrassment when she saw me. I sat on her bed and tried to console her. She was so mortified that her right hand remained on her cunt. I saw strands of pubic hair protruding from either side. I told her that it was nothing to be ashamed of, because we’ve all done it. I confessed that when I was younger, my best friend and I used to masturbate in front of each other in my bedroom. After we experienced an orgasm from our own hands, we masturbated each other to an orgasm.

To prove my trust to Jenna, I removed my clothes and sat across from her. I wet my fingers and ran them up and down my pubic hair. After teasing myself a few seconds, I spread my lips and rolled my clit between my thumb and index finger. As I rested on my back, I spread my legs apart and lifted my crotch a few inches above the bed to give Jenna a better view of what I was doing. I guess my plan worked, because Jenna overcame her embarrassment and proceeded to mimic me stroke for stroke. We embraced and kissed after we both had an orgasm. I was so horny from feeling her breasts and hairy pussy brushing up against mine.

I guided Jenna to a kneeling position on the bed, then I crawled underneath her to lick her cunt. She was so overwhelmed, she was grinding her twat into my face. As Jenna was hit with another orgasm, I sat up and embraced her thighs from behind. With her ass in front of me, I ran my tongue down the crack of her cheeks to her twat. Holding her ass and thighs for leverage, I slid myself under her legs. Jenna lowered herself until her head was resting on a pillow between my feet. As I continued to ferociously tongue her twat, she grabbed my right foot and sucked my toes. She collapsed on top of me from a thunderous orgasm, but she continued sucking my toes.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. I awoke in the morning to Jenna licking me from my toes to my cunt. She refused to let me up until I reached an orgasm, lifting my legs over her shoulders and sucking and licking my cunt for all she was worth. After a roaring orgasm, we shared a sexy bath. Even though it was cold outside, we were naked indoors, generating our own kind of heat and energy. We explored and experimented with various positions and techniques for pleasure. We found that our favorites are sixty-nine, masturbating in front of each other, and kissing each other’s wet toes in the tub. I did not go home until Sunday morning to pack a set of emergency clothes to keep in Jenna’s apartment. I returned to Jenna by bedtime on Sunday evening. I guess you’re never too old to try something new and fulfilling.

—P. M., New Jersey

Vegas Vixen

I’m a twenty-three-year-old flight attendant. My job takes me to a lot of interesting places, where I meet very interesting people. One particular evening I was in Las Vegas, and I decided to take advantage of the diverse opportunities there. That city just screams sex!

My evening began at a large casino right on the strip. I was sitting at the blackjack tables, winning some and losing some. After a few hands, the lady sitting next to me struck up a conversation. We talked for a while and decided to leave the table. We were pretty hungry, so we decided to get something to eat.

In the restaurant I learned that her name was Laura. She was extremely attractive and dressed very well. Her short skirt showed off her luscious long legs. Her tight silk blouse accentuated her beautiful breasts and erect nipples. We finished our meal and talked for a while. I was extremely attracted to her, and I could sense that she was attracted to me. Laura invited me up to her room for a nightcap, and I eagerly agreed.

We arrived at her room, and my pussy was burning with desire for her. She arranged some pillows on the bed and offered me a seat. I sat against the pillows with my legs stretched out. Laura went to the phone and ordered room service—a bottle of champagne and a fruit plate. Then she requested an adult channel for the room. She walked to the television and turned it on. We watched people fucking and sucking like crazy. I thought I would soak the sheets before we could do anything together.

Laura knew that I wanted her badly, but she didn’t comply right away. She kept doing little things to drive me crazy. Finally, after room service came, she settled in on the bed with me to watch the fucking on television. I decided I had to take some action. I turned on the light in the bathroom and left the door slightly cracked, then I turned off all the lights in the room. I returned to the bed and clicked off the television.

I said it was very obvious that we wanted each other—she agreed. We kissed passionately for quite some time, then I could feel her hands roaming all over my body. I unbuttoned her shirt until her big, beautiful breasts sprang free. Laura wasn’t wearing a bra, providing easy access to her beautiful nipples, which I rolled between my fingers. She began to moan and insert more of her tongue into my mouth. I could feel Laura fumbling with the buttons on my blouse, so I broke away from her. I stood at the edge of the bed and began removing all of my clothes. Laura stared at me intently. She asked me to leave my panties on—I agreed. Then I began to remove the rest of Laura’s clothes. She lay back on the bed as I slid her skirt off, discovering she wasn’t wearing any panties. After I took off her high heels, I rubbed and caressed her feet. I removed her nylons from the garter that was holding them up and slid them down her firm legs. Laura unhooked her garter and tossed it on the floor. She lay there on the bed entirely naked, waiting for my next move.

I started at her feet, sucking and licking her toes. I worked my way up her legs to the inner parts of her thighs, which I kissed and licked tenderly. I let my hands wander to her beautiful breasts, and my mouth was not far behind. I licked and sucked until she was moaning with ecstasy. I let my tongue slide down her stomach to her clean-shaven pussy. I sucked and licked all over her pussy, making sure I didn’t touch her swollen clit: She began to beg me to suck her and fuck her. I let her beg for a while before I parted her pussy lips and inserted my tongue. I licked ever so lightly and teased her until she was bucking, trying to get more of her clit in my mouth. Finally, I sucked her huge clit and pumped her with my fingers. She was screaming for more, but I didn’t want her to come yet.

Laura rolled me over and buried her face in my snatch. My panties were soaked with my juices, and she sucked them. She pulled off my wet panties and put her pussy right over my face. She urged me to fuck her and suck her clit, and I was more than happy to. She buried her face in my pussy and began licking and sucking my clit. I pounded her with my fingers and sucked her clit hard, until she spasmed in an orgasm.