Page 141 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

“SHE SEIZED MY
DICK AT THE

BASE AND
BROUGHT HER

MOUTH TO
MY COCK.”

my mind as I prepared to meet my oldest
and dearest friend, feeling my anticipation
grow with every passing second. I
paused in front of my bedroom mirror. I
had kept myself in great shape and still
had the toned body I’d enjoyed sharing
so often as a college-age girl. There were
a few lines on my face now, but I didn’t
mind that. I didn’t think they lessened my
appeal in the least. For a 40-something, I
figured I looked damn hot.
I wondered what Karen had meant by
“fun.” Would we end up fooling around
with each other, like the old days? Maybe talked, behaving like civilized adults. A unpacked our elaborate disguises. I
she just wanted to catch up, but I hoped great disappointment was building slowly gleefully shed the dress I’d worn, eager
it would be more than that. in me, despite how good it was to see to get into the boots, jeans and leather
Still standing nude before the mirror, my old friend. Maybe boring conversation jackets. Karen, too, quickly stripped.
I put hands to my tits and started was Karen’s idea of fun these days. Then we halted, gazing at each other.
squeezing them. I tweaked my needy But that thought went out the window I drank in the sight of her bare body,
nipples and lowered a hand to my when she reached across the table and appreciating every curve, each toned
pussy to tease apart my moist cunt lips. took my hand. Leaning in, she grinned limb. Her tits were still amazingly perky,
Thinking about Karen, my excitement devilishly. “You haven’t become a square, her ass tight luscious spheres.
rose and rose. I jammed two fingers into have you? There’s an awesome gay Unable to stop ourselves, we rushed
myself and worked them hard. I came sex club in this town that I read about into another embrace. This one had us
in under a minute, calling out her name. online. For guys only. What say we dress grinding together, breasts mashing,
Dazed, I laughed at my flushed reflection. up, strap on and go have a look for mouths colliding and tongues tangling. I
Maybe I should just take this thing a step ourselves?” jammed my crotch against hers. I wanted
at a time. I could have burst into joyous tears. to finger her, to taste her.
But I couldn’t rein in my passionate Instead, I kissed her ferociously on the But she pulled back with her eyes
expectations as I went to meet Karen. mouth, answering without words. But glittering. “We can come back here later
She’d selected a cocktail lounge for our Karen understood me just fine. The and fuck. But let’s let it build a while. To
rendezvous, and when I entered my heart strap-on sisters ride again, I thought as the sex club first!”
soared. Karen looked as lovely as ever. we headed off on our newest adventure. I gave in reluctantly, knowing she was
We embraced and kissed, but it was Karen had a hotel room nearby. right. I started to don the masculine outfit.
all rather polite and proper. We sat and She had come to town prepared. She “Put this on. Wear it beneath your

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