Autumn has finally arrived . Less than ten days ago, it was close to 100 degrees in the afternoon. Now the house is cold when I wake up, and I have to sleep with a quilt at night. It’s nice and cozy, like a warm cocoon.

This morning I put on pale pink thermal leggings and a matching long-sleeved shirt, with tiny buttons up the front. Felt nice and snuggly. No matter what I was doing, you were there with me. Is there a difference between desire and obsession? I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.

I had a cup of coffee and a fresh muffin, but was still kind of chilly, so I slipped back into bed with a book. I read a couple of very arousing stories, and began rubbing my clit with one hand while holding the book with the other. My eyes kept drifting closed, and my thoughts were all of you.

I began talking to you – whispering, really – telling you all of the things I would like to do to you, with you, for you … and also the things I would like you to do for me. I have several very sexy ideas for you. I think a video of you stroking your cock while you talk to me on the phone would be a nice thing to find in my mailbox. Certainly the next best thing to being there, don’t you think?

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and higher and higher, as I continued my one-sided conversation. I imagined you standing next to the bed, watching me bring myself to the very edge of orgasm – then stopping for a moment, letting the intensity build. I began picturing you in a variety of situations – at home, watching tapes of me … driving in your car, with your hand softly brushing against your stiff cock as you thought of me, remembering how I sound, look, and feel … sitting at your desk at work, too busy to think of me.

I really liked the image of you at work, looking very professional and concentrating so deeply on what you were doing that you barely noticed the other people around you. You definitely have the ability to concentrate and stay focused. Maybe that’s why you make me feel so good.

"Watch me, Andrew … I want you to watch me," I whispered. I began to fantasize about you loaning your latest tape of me to a couple of friends, and I could see them watching it, enjoying it, admiring me, and finally having to take their cocks in their hands while they watched me come. The idea of being watched by more than one man is very exciting. I know you would never let one of my tapes out of your sight, but thinking about it really turned me on. I brought two wet fingers to my mouth and ran them across my lips, then licked and sucked them. I love the way I taste.

Sucking on my fingers made me think of something I want you to do for me, when you make that tape. I love watching your hands – one moving up and down your huge and gorgeous cock, the other lightly fondling your balls. Seeing you come makes me so needy for you that I feel like screaming. The sight of your cum exploding onto your hand, your leg, your stomach … anywhere … is so exciting to me.

Have you ever tasted your cum, Andrew? Next time you jack off for me on tape, I want to watch you lick some of your cum off your fingers. Look right into the camera and tell me that you’re doing it just for me, because you know it will make me crazy. It’s one of my most frequent fantasies, one that never fails to push me right over the edge into yet another intense orgasm – the kind that makes me bite my lower lip as my whole body shakes. Take your time and see if you can make me come from just watching you. Will you do that for me?

Very big sigh … the more I thought about you watching me, and me watching you, and the wonderful things we do for each other, well …damn, Andrew I was coming again and talking to you non-stop. Too bad you had to miss it all. I began thinking of you at work again, and closed my eyes and pictured you at your desk, all serious and professional. And, I must say, extremely good looking. I could sit close by and admire you and never get tired of it.

I imagined you picking up the phone, and hearing my voice:

"Hi, Andrew, are you having a nice day? Terribly busy right now? Do you have a few minutes for me?"

You would be able to hear that tiny little catch in my breath, the one I get just before I come.

"I know you can’t really talk to me right now, but do you have time to listen?"

Goodness, such a naughty girl …it was all I could do to not pick up the phone and dial. I wanted this to be real.

"I’m in bed, Andrew, and very very naked … and I’ve been thinking some delicious thoughts about you. Want to know what I’ve been doing?"

I could picture the way you would smile for me, as you glanced around to see who might be close enough to know that your call was personal, not business. Just the sound of my voice would make your cock start to swell and throb, because you would know what’s gonna happen in the next few minutes …

"I’ve already had three or four wonderful orgasms for you, Andrew, but I want – and need – more. I need you to listen to me come for you, and I’m pretty turned on by the idea that you can’t do anything but listen. I want you to ache for me, lover."

What would you do, Andrew? Would you close your eyes to concentrate on the sound of my voice? Would you move close to your desk, so your erection wasn’t so obvious? Would you – without even realizing it – move your hand down to feel your hardness?

Would you enjoy this as much as I would?

You would hear my breath growing ragged, as I tried to keep talking to you. Inside your head, you would see it all … my fingers on my bare pussy … one hand rubbing my clit (or holding that vibrator I am so fond of), the fingers of my other hand pressing deep inside me, seeking release, struggling to reach another orgasm for you.

"I feel so good, Andrew … so wet, so needy, so hungry for you. I love the idea of you listening to me come right now. I know exactly how you look sitting there, wanting more than anything to be inside me. I love doing this to you, and what you do to me. Don’t you just love surprises?"

Suddenly, all you would hear is my rapid, shallow breathing and the sounds I make when I come. Pure emotion and sensation, absolutely exquisite. As the wave washes over me, I begin to talk – almost uncontrollably.

"Mm, hmm … yes, like that … God  I want you, Andrew, I want you inside me
so badly … I need  to feel you and taste you and touch you and smell you … this is so good, sweetheart … please … I need you, Michael, please don’t stop ... Michael …"

… and my voice trails off into soft moans again, and you can feel me come.

I take a couple of minutes to catch my breath, and then I giggle.

"Do you like this, Andrew? I like it. You make me fucking crazy, and I hope you never stop. How long till you’re gonna be able to get up and walk around, huh? Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, you know I’ll be thinking about you."

Before you can think of anything intelligent to say, you hear me hang up. I’m sure as hell gonna be thinking about you … thinking about you thinking about me.

Love and warm kisses,

Sophie

Andrews Reply

Dear Sophia,

I read your letter this afternoon at work, in the middle of a frantic day. Just as you thought, I would not have been able to talk if you had called me at that moment ~ but I would have taken tremendous pleasure in listening to you gradually bring yourself to orgasm. Every time you heard me say something mundane, such as, "Hmmmm, that sounds good," you'd know that I was really thinking:

Mmmmmmm....that sounds so good!  I love to hear your moans and small whimpers as your body climbs to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Please, Sweetheart, put the phone down by your pussy for a minute. I want to hear the wonderful wet sounds as your fingers glide across your wet clit, and then dip in between your soft lips, sliding in deeper and deeper with each stroke.

My hand stroking the length of my hard cock would match the rhythm of your fingers as they slipped in and out of your wet pussy. Oh, how I wish I could be there ~ to place my mouth against your sensitive clit, to feel the plush softness of your shaved mound against my tongue as I gently separate your swollen lips, exposing wet, glistening pink flesh.  As I breathed on you, the sudden rush of cool air would send a charge of passion through your body.  Your wonderful sexy scent would fill me.  I love the sweet scent of your pussy as I place my mouth on your clit, or lick your lips, or while I'm softly kissing your tender inner thighs.

I would use my lips and tongue to tease, tickle, caress, lick, suck, and pleasure you for a very, very long time.  Sometimes I think I enjoy giving oral pleasure more than having intercourse.  Not to say that I don't love feeling my cock sliding into you, but I think I enjoy licking you and making you come over and over with my mouth even more.

Right now I am imagining you here, partially dressed, reclining on the bed. Your pussy is completely exposed to me as you lay against a pile of soft pillows. Your wonderful breasts are cupped inside a red lacy bra, cut low to let the fullness of your tits overflow the top. A sheer lace gown, open at the front, is draped casually to the sides, and your garter belt and stockings have fallen to the floor.  I'm at the foot of the bed, completely undressed, having stripped slowly, teasingly, for you.  I move toward you, letting you enjoy the way my hard cock bobs up and down as I move.  I bend and lightly brush my lips across your ankle. My mouth is hot, and your skin feels cool and smooth.  I begin to kiss my way up your leg, enjoying the way the back of your calves feel, soft and smooth, cool and tender.

I slowly move upward, taking my time to savor every inch of you. You moan softly, wanting more. My mouth nuzzles into one of my favorite spots, the milky soft and tender place behind your knees. I love running my tongue against the soft curve, tickling you and sending chills up your spine, causing you to lift your hips and wiggle with pleasure.  Each tiny stroke of my tongue moves me closer to your thighs.

Mmm, your thighs.  I don't think there is a more erotic place on a woman's body than her inner thighs, from about halfway between her knees and her hips to where they join her torso and converge on her pussy.  I'd love to go down on you, I'd love to kiss you, I'd love to hold and lick and suck your wonderful breasts and your nipples ~ I'd lovingly attend to every inch of your body with all of mine, but I love your thighs most of all. Nothing else is so soft, so creamy smooth, so wonderful to lick and suck.  Nothing else excites me like having my mouth against your beautiful inner thighs.

Most men seem to go for the obvious, whether it's tits or pussy or a ripe, round ass ~ but my melting point is reached when my mouth caresses your thighs.  I love the way you react when I kiss you there, the way you start to move your hips and run your fingers through my hair.  My cock grows even harder as you begin to moan and pull my face higher, almost begging me to make love to your cunt with my mouth.

For just a few moments, I tease you ~ slowly circling your clit with my tongue, and sliding my fingers across your wet, slippery lips. Tonight I want to make you wait, to excite and arouse you until you can barely stand it.  I'd slide my hands under your ass, feeling the roundness of each cheek, gently lifting you, to bring the top of your mound to my mouth. Still kissing and teasing, I would move to your stomach, nuzzling against you, running my tongue around your belly button.  

As I continue to work my way up your body, I'd pay special attention to your sides ~ another very smooth and tender area that's all too often neglected.  Imagine feeling my tongue sliding along the sides of your wonderful body, from the outward curving of your hips to the inside curve of your waist, along the outside of your breast to the soft skin of your upper arms, which are now raised above your head and resting on the pillows.  I love the wanton way you look as you surrender yourself to my attentions.

You are totally lost in a haze of bliss, floating on a cloud, moaning freely with every wave of pleasure that flows through your body.  I gently bite the sides of your neck and kiss my way down to the tops of your breasts, framed in red lace. I can see your hard nipples through the thin fabric, and I flick them with my tongue, then place my mouth on your right breast and suck it deeply into my mouth, lace and all. I know you can come from having your nipples sucked, and I take full advantage of that fact, licking and biting until there are large wet circles on your lacy bra.  I gently undo the tiny front clasp, and watch your large breasts fall loose, begging for my attention.

I stop to just look at you ~ the wonderful hardness of your nipples and the puckered tautness of your pale pink areola. I cup your breasts in my hands, guiding your nipples to my mouth ~ first one, then the other ~ and, finally, pressing your tits close together, I put both nipples in my hot mouth at the same time, letting my tongue run a continuous figure 8 around them. I can feel your body begin to shudder with a long-awaited orgasm, so I set one breast free and bite hard on your other nipple, just the way you like it. You gasp and press my face against your breast, as you wrap both legs around my thigh, rubbing your cunt against my leg as you continue to come. I've never known a woman who could come as hard ~ and long ~ as you. 

As you struggle to catch your breath, I press your legs apart so that I can kneel between them, still softly licking your nipples, keeping you right on the edge.  I bend over and kiss you deeply, our tongues searching for pleasure and release.  As I lean into you, the tip of my hard, throbbing cock rubs against your swollen clit, and my shaft settles into the furrow between your pussy lips, hot and slippery. You bend your knees and begin grinding against me, every movement causing my cock to rub back and forth across your clit and soft lips.

How I love to see and hear you come!   I want my mouth back on your pussy, so I slide slowly down, letting you feel the sensuous friction of my damp skin against yours. I gently press your knees apart, watching as your pussy opens for me.  I run my tongue down close to your bottom and begin licking the lips of your pussy. Taking them softly between my fingers, I spread you open and let my tongue glide along the tight smooth skin that is revealed.   I raise my wet fingers to your lips, and you suck hungrily on them, enjoying your taste as much as I do.

I surround your clit with my lips, first sucking it lightly and then starting a rhythmic licking motion, back and forth across it.  Once again I slide my hands under your ass, lifting your hips off the bed and holding your pussy against my mouth.  Your passionate moans grow louder and more urgent as you feel yourself about to come again.  I lick faster and let first one, then two, fingers slip all the way inside your pussy, finger fucking you slowly as I gently bite your clit.  I hook my fingers right behind your pubic bone and press upwards, and your moans become a stifled scream as I rub your G-spot and bring you to another, very intense, orgasm.  

As you come, you pinch and squeeze your nipples, and your entire body shudders as you bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes closed.  I feel your pussy grab my fingers, which are now as far inside you as I can get them, and you arch your hips hard against me, pressing your pussy to my mouth and shaking almost violently as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over you.

Still panting and whimpering, you look down at me and smile.  I watch as the final tension leaves your body, and you collapse on the pillows ~ your hands still gently caressing your breasts while I softly massage your pussy with the palm of my hand.  I smile back at you, and we both laugh as I say "I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea how much I've missed you."  

We both know your orgasm is not the end, but just the beginning of many more hours of pleasing each other in every way we can imagine.  I'm sure you have a few ideas of your own, for the next time I see you.

Please write again soon, I miss you terribly and am aching for your touch.  Sweet dreams, my angel, you'll be in mine.

Love,

Andrew