Page 69 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

When you’re far from home, you take all She shut the door behind her and fingers inside my fly, stroking my cotton-
the inspiration you can get. smoothed back her blonde hair. It was covered bulge. The fact that we were
Our letters became a normal thing, a a messy bob with a streak of pink near one layer down—and that much closer to
back and forth that veered into flirtations— the front. She’d told me about it, writing her touching me in the flesh—made my
occasionally laced with sexual innuendo. she’d done it “for fun.” The splash of head swim.
Sometimes I said what I was thinking, color suited her. I’d jerked off to this fantasy so often,
such as: I’d love to be with you. Though “So, you’re here,” she said. it hurt my head to realized how close it
we never set up anything definite, upon “I am.” was to becoming a reality.
my return to civilian life, I decided to take a Before I could talk myself out of it, I She was staring at me with big blue
shot and see what developed. pulled her into my arms and kissed her. eyes, and I realized I hadn’t verbally
The car I’d been waiting for pulled Her lips parted immediately, letting my responded to her.
up, and I got in. The driver was a bored- tongue invade the soft warmth of her “Only if you take yours off,” I managed
looking girl who popped her gum so much mouth. She kissed me back, wrapping to utter, nodding toward her.
the sound made me even more nervous. her arms around me and pulling me flush She was wearing faded jeans and
I reread one of Valerie’s letters to against her. No doubt she could feel the a white blouse, and she looked good
distract myself. hardness of my cock pressed against enough to eat, which I intended to do.
The ride to her place only took 10 her body. But she didn’t seem to mind. She was already sliding out of her
minutes and went way too fast. Her hand slid down my chest, then pants. She kicked aside the denim
I thanked the driver and took a deep over my belly. My knees felt weak as and stood there in her blouse and blue
breath, forcing myself to walk up Valerie’s she grazed my crotch, smoothing her panties.
walkway toward her pristine, white house. hand gently over my hard-on, which Blue panties. I never knew how
There were flowers just starting to poke was growing ever harder beneath my arousing they could be.
through the dirt in the front garden, and clothes. She took my hand and scooped up
the small home looked neat and charming. “I think you should take these off,” she her jeans. “Upstairs.”
I knocked on the door and realized my said, tugging on my pants. Then she I followed her up the steps, watching
heart was pounding hard and fast. I heard drew down my zipper and slipped her her heart-shaped ass sway the whole
footsteps and then a woman’s voice call
out: “Coming! Hold on!”
I considered running, but I wanted to
see her face. To see if the woman who’d
written me back every time I wrote to her
was as pretty as I’d imagined.
The door flew open, and she smiled at
me, though she looked confused.
“Valerie? It’s me?” I handed her the last
letter I’d received by way of introduction.
My mouth didn’t want to work much more
than that because she wasn’t just as
pretty as I imagined, she was prettier. My
dick was already straining against my fly.
She looked down and color filled her
cheeks. She stepped back. “Get in here,”
she said.
I blinked, a little startled, but entirely
pleased.
“Charlie?” I stammered, inquiring about
her teenage son.
“Charlie is on a school field trip. Some
senior class outing. The bus doesn’t get
back until tonight at 10.”

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