Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (23 page)

The bar was smoky and dark. There were groups of people at tables or the bar, and a few playing pool in the back. You were
there playing—and winning. You had a nice buzz going but weren’t drunk. In fact, you were making opponents think you’d been
drinking a lot more than you really had.

I watched you through the grimy windows, trying to get up my nerve. I knew that what I was about to do would either make you
madder than hell or turn you on so much that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. A big group of people left, and I knew
it was time to make my move. I walked in, sat at the bar facing the pool tables, and ordered “a southern sex on the beach.”

You overheard and cast a glance, but you didn’t recognize me, so you went back to your game. The disguise I was wearing had
passed the first test, but as I said, the bar was dark. My wig was waist-long and blonde with strawberry highlights, and I
had on a long coat.

I leaned over to the bartender and ordered a beer sent to you. When you got it, you looked again and started to nod thanks
to me. I stood up and took off my coat. I had on a red silk see-through dress with black lace trim, with a red silk bra and
thong underneath, plus black stockings and garters, with way tall red leather heels.

The guys in your group stared. Someone whistled, and someone said, “You know that fine piece?” You just stared at me, trying
to place me. “She must want to know me,” you replied. “She bought me a beer.”

With the guys still staring, I sat back down, crossing my legs to give you a long look at them, and at the seams going up
the back. You grabbed the guy by the arm and said, “The lady’s made her choice. Why don’t you guys clear out? I’ll catch up
with you later.” As they moved past me I smiled and said, “Sorry, boys, better luck with your own girls waiting at home.”
I stood up, walked to the jukebox, punched in a tune with a serious bump and grind to it, and swayed there, dancing to the
music. The smoke swirled around my thin skirt, and you could see my ass cheeks swaying.

You walked slowly toward me, still not sure what was going on, but with a bulge in your pants all the same. It was darker
in the bar area than by the pool tables, so you could really see less as you got closer. You found a chair close enough to
watch but far enough so you could not make out my features.

I danced to the grind, my breasts lifting with every breath, almost popping out of my bra. I lifted my leg, braced it on a
chair, and drew my long nails up from my ankle to my curved calf, raising the sheer skirt, then traced the inside of my leg
up to my soft thigh. I lifted my hand to my mouth and slowly sucked my middle finger in, then returned it to my upper thigh
and slowly pulled my thong aside to bare my pussy—almost bald, with just the small patch covering my clit. You watched transfixed,
first as I circled my clit with my wet finger, rubbing it back and forth, and then as I licked my own juices off. Then I dropped
my leg and strutted right up to you. I stood in front of you, took your hands and set them over my breasts, squeezing myself
with your strong hands, harder and harder, until you started squeezing without me making you. You looked up into my face,
but the cosmetic enhancers I had on prevented you from recognizing me.

You knew you knew me, you just didn’t know where from. It was driving you nuts.

“You like them?” I said.

You smiled almost wickedly and said, “Oh, yeah, but something tells me you already knew that.”

I pulled away, and the next song came on: a slow, dripping, raunchy sex song. I looked back at you and smiled, devils dancing
in my eyes. I began a slow striptease to the sweaty music. As I swayed, the temperature seemed to rise with the heat of the
song. I undid a button at a time, until all ten were unhooked and my top gaped open. You had your first look at my bra—the
lacy black trim and red silk cup. You could see just how long and hard my nipples were, how excited I was to make you catch
your breath and readjust your crotch.

I turned away from you, unhooked the clasp of my skirt at the waist, and let it fall to the floor. I bent over and kicked
it back toward you. As I looked at you through my spread legs, it landed in your lap, and you saw me there practically upside-down,
straight-legged, high-heeled, in hose and garters, ass in the air, with that flimsy piece of silk running right up my ass
cheeks—and all the long blonde hair now a puddle on the floor. I licked my index finger and smiled at you again as I ran it
from my ass crack down to my pussy and pushed into myself, all the way up to the last knuckle. As I pulled it out, I stood
up straight, whipping my hair around and spinning my body to throw my leg over your lap.

I braced it on the seat behind your shoulder, my heel poking right next to you. I moved my hips slowly closer and closer to
you.

“Am I scaring you?” I said.

“No,” you said, “I’m just enjoying the show and wondering how far you’re going to go with this.”

“I’m going as far as you’ll let me,” I said, “and even then I’ll push you further.”

“In that case,” you said—and made a grab for my hips and ass. I spun away too quickly for you, and as I whirled, I unhooked
the front of my bra. When I came to a stop, I slingshotted it to you, and your eyes glowed, seeing my full, heavy tits with
the hard, dark nipples and the way my breath heaved, making them bounce and jiggle. I lifted them, showing you their weight,
and slowly I licked those erect nipples, then sucked them into my mouth. The music pumped, and sweat poured down between my
breasts, glistening in the shadows, as you heaved out of the chair and dragged me to you. I wrapped my legs around you, and
you pushed me against the jukebox, making it skip and starting a new pulse-pounding song.

Your mouth seared my neck as I gripped your hips with my legs and ground my pussy against your blue-jean-covered hard-on.
You gripped my ass and carried me over to the pool table, then set me on the side as you struggled with your fly.

With a naughty giggle, I stood on the pool table and moved away from you, dancing to the pounding music. The volume roared
back here in this area, and you watched in silence, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hear you even if you yelled. I grabbed the
pole hanging from the light fixture and pulled my legs up and over it, letting my breasts hang heavy, almost to the felt.

I unwrapped one leg, and you grabbed a handful of the long blonde hair piled on the pool table, almost as a warning that I
might get hurt when you saw what I was doing. With my leg extended, I slowly unhooked one side of my sheer silk thong and
then the other, pulling it from between my legs and letting it fall to the table. You looked down and saw exactly how fucking
hot and turned on I was by the wetness in the crotch.

With only my garters, stockings, and heels on, I slowly lowered myself back down and crawled to you on my hands and knees
across the pool table, with the rock music blasting louder and louder around us. You still had your hand wrapped in my hair,
and as I got closer, you wound it tighter to make sure I didn’t try to get away again.

As I reached the edge, you dropped your pants, and your cock, swollen and throbbing, stared me in the face. I smiled at you
and licked my wet lips, then lowered my mouth to take your dick in my hand and swirl my tongue around the head. My mouth was
hot and my breath soft on your cock as I licked it from the base all the way to the tip, side to side, and all around.

When I heard and felt the groan of frustration coming from you, I finally sucked you deep in my mouth, swallowing you all
the way into my throat, then easing you back out again. Your dick throbbed as I kept up the tempo, swirling and sucking, deep
and fast, then soft breath with light licks, driving you insane with it.

You gripped my head and fucked your cock in my mouth. Just when I felt the head erupt, you pulled back and I had to clamp
my mouth over the head to suck your climax straight out of your balls, pulling it out of you and overflowing my mouth with
it.

You grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my back, holding my ankles high as you rammed into my dripping pussy. Your cock
was still throbbing with your own orgasm. As it pulsed deep inside me, I felt the darkness of my own climax overcoming me.

As it washed over me, throwing me into and over a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, I screamed out your name. You raised
your head and looked down at me, gasping there on that pool table in the smoky bar.

My blonde hair lay all around us, and my silk-wrapped legs were hanging off the edge of the table. My tits still heaved as
I caught my breath. There were smudges of pool chalk across them, which seemed to make you grin.

That’s what I saw when I opened my eyes: you grinning at me. “What?” I said.

“You ready to go home now, babe?” you said.

“How? When?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you—? How did you know?”

“Oh, I didn’t, at first,” you said. “I was just going to go ahead and watch a show, then maybe go home to you and tear you
up after letting some sexy bitch get me all hot. But when you grinned that evil little grin back at the jukebox, suddenly
it all clicked. And then, no wig and no amount of stage makeup could ever, ever make anyone suck dick the way you do, babe!”

—
T.W., Lawton, Oklahoma
     

A couple of months ago I went to my kindergarten son’s school for parent-teacher night while my wife stayed home with our
son and his little sister.

I got a shock when I met Andrew’s teacher, a total hottie named Jenna—say, five-two, with short brown hair and an adorable
face that makes her look like a teenager. (I guessed she was about my age, 25, or maybe a year younger.) She has a fine curvy
figure to go with what I can only think of as her “adorableness.”

We got along well, managing to discuss Andrew’s progress (he’s doing fine, she said) while also flirting an awful lot. I left
that night with a very weird feeling.

Two weeks later who did I run into at the supermarket but Jenna! We chatted and flirted some more. Somehow in the course of
conversation she mentioned a computer problem she’d been having. I offered to stop by and help, since I’m a programmer.

She smiled and said, “Sure. How about now?”

I followed her to her apartment and even helped her carry her bags up. While I worked on her computer she came and went. Then
she disappeared for a time. Just as I finished, I heard her call my name. I went to the room where she was and nearly passed
out!

It was a bedroom, and she was standing there in a white fishnet body suit with nothing on underneath. It hugged her body tightly,
and I could clearly see her nipples and her pussy. She giggled and did a little spin, then asked if I liked it.

I nodded dumbly.

This produced another giggle. She said she got it at an adult novelty store to wear for her ex-boyfriend, but they’d broken
up three months ago, and now she had no one to wear it for. “That seems a shame, doesn’t it?” she said.

I was hard in a split second. I went over to her, bent over, and kissed her cute little lips while running my hands over her
soft curves. I ran my hands over her entire body, then kissed her some more while gripping her tight round ass.

We lay down on the bed, and between kisses I worked the top of her body suit down so I could kiss her little breasts with
their pebble-hard nipples, at the same time rubbing her little pussy. After a long foreplay session, she helped me get her
out of the body suit, and I undressed myself. While she stroked my cock, I continued to get to know her body better, especially
that fine little pussy.

I had her moaning in no time. I kissed my way down her body to her pussy, and when I went down on her, she went crazy. She
was sobbing and moaning and doing these quick little gasps all at once.

She loved having oral sex done on her. Later she told me that her ex-boyfriend hated doing it. God, I thought, what a total
dumb-ass!

I ate her sweet-tasting pussy for almost a half hour before I climbed up her body. She got very quiet, almost scared, because
she knew what was next. I could tell she didn’t have a lot of experience. It turned out she’d only been fucked two times before.
I put my cock to her entrance, and she kind of winced.

At first I thought she was a virgin, but I reminded myself that she’d already told me she wasn’t. Nevertheless, as I entered
her, I found her extremely tight. She winced and did those little gasps again. I even saw a tear or two in her eye. But when
I asked if she was okay, she quickly nodded, so I continued.

I slid my cock in deeper, but ever so slowly. Although she wasn’t a virgin, she was definitely as tight as one. After a long
effort, I made one last lunge, and she let out a scream—but when I looked at her face, I saw that she was also smiling.

I began my in-and-out action slowly and then built up gradually, so that after about ten minutes I was starting to really
thump her. I was wondering how long I could last, and then suddenly I found out. I came so quick, I couldn’t pull out, and
shot inside her.