AUTHOR'S NOTE:
To date, this is the final installment of the Henry Letters. Only time will tell if "Alisha" and I end up with more chapters to this series.
Enjoy!!!
-- M.A.J.
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Dear Alisha,
Hello once again during the hot, hot summer! I swear, just when you think the humidity is about to give, it's only to make way for a torrential, angry-tempered thunderstorm. I've earned myself quite the bronze this season, as it happens. Being able to work from home all this time also allows me "coffee breaks" if you will, out on the patio. I dangle my feet in the water at the pool's edge, and otherwise "work" on a tan.
It's an invigorating way to refresh myself, then resolutely hop back to the vocation that allows me such leisure time as to write letters to intriguing, unknown women during my free moments. Well, technically, it's WOMAN, as you're my sole recipient. But things being as they are, and with the limited information Mason has told me, I am pleased to report that my preoccupation with these messages to you seems to have no end to them, as I find them quite the pleasant, enlivening activity.
Speaking of which: back to the matter at hand, of course. I was speaking of the pool. Although the pool itself is excellent for wading, I also happen to have a small "pool shed" of sorts not far from it. It sports a changing room, a bathroom, and a small sitting room with a kitchenette in it. It's best described as a detached studio apartment, and in fact I've used it as such when house guests have been by. The sitting room has a wall-mounted murphy bed, which folds down to a surprisingly comfy mattress.
There are times in the summer when I don't set foot in the house for as long as a day or two, because I spend time out here in the pool shed. In fact, I am here now, typing away at the laptop, eagerly anticipating my turn to the meat of this message, and -- let's be honest -- the main reason we're involved such correspondence. I am most excited and aroused, even when just thinking of it. So let's begin here in the pool shed. I trust I've set the scene adequately, so to speak. Because at this point, I can't help but imagine you in here with me.
There you are, dozing on the murphy bed. Today has been an uncommonly hot day. Although the sun has nearly set, the amber glow sneaks in between the window blinds, and lays orange streaks across your bare back. There's a sheet tangled about your legs. One leg is straight out and completely covered, while the other is bent, and there's your cute little knee poking out from underneath. You've let your hair down and out, and it's splayed across the pillow and nearly concealing your face.
Although your bottom is covered by the sheet, the position of your legs accentuates the curve of your buttocks. Tempted by your perked-up glutes, I cross to the kitchenette, pour a glass of water, and then pad across the floor to the bed.
I take a sip and set the glass on a shelf built next to the murphy bed's alcove. The moment my cooled hand strokes across your back, you inhale sharply, bristle for a moment, then relax with a sigh as you realize it's me. Turning your head, you look up with a smile, partly hidden by your mussed hair. "Hey there, sweetie." You say.
"How are you feelin'?" I ask quietly. "Thirsty?"
"Yes, thanks!" I take the glass of water and bring it towards you. Leaning up on one arm, you take the glass with the other, and swallow a generous mouthful. "Ahhh..." you sigh, and hand the glass back to me. I take a drink myself, then set the glass back on the shelf.
When I turn back towards you, I see you've rolled to your back. You're giving me that sidelong glance and a smug grin, wakefulness emerging in your eyes. "Looks like I'm over-dressed for the occasion," you say with a wink. True, I'm naked already, and the sight of your bare breasts makes my manhood conspicuously stir.
"Over-dressed? Well, I like seeing you in those panties," I reply.
"Then why don't you come over here for a closer look?" you ask playfully. I lean closer to you and we share a breathy kiss. Once we embrace, the kiss happens again, and with a light moan, you grasp one of my hands and place it gently on your breast. I take the subtle hint... Massaging the pleasant flesh, feeling the pebble of your nipple between my fingers. Our tongues wrestle back and forth as our passion and lust grow. One of your hands caresses my back, drawing me closer, while the other has meandered down my torso to grasp one of my buttocks.
I clench reflexively and your grasp tightens. My pelvis grinds against you, my stiffened prick pressing insistently against the sheets bundled round you. My kisses shift around your jawline and linger at the curve of your chin. I luxuriate in the taste of your salty skin, suckling your delicate neck. Your open-mouthed moan only encourages me to continue. As I lick and kiss the delicate depressions of your neck and collarbones, my massaging hand grips your breast confidently, squeezing a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
At about the same time, your one hand snakes back around my torso and reaches gingerly for my erect member. As soon as you find it however, you grasp resolutely, and I moan in pleasure while licking your neck. I dip my head lower, and my lips drape their way to the neglected breast, kissing and licking the plump flesh as I go. You moan once again in response, and your gripping hand begins stroking me in earnest. I'm now pawing and massaging one of your breasts while suckling the other.
Both of your hands move between my legs, massaging both my stiff cock and my ballsack. I gasp: "Oh! Yes, yes!....Nnnhhh!" To show my gratitude for such an electric feeling, I redouble my efforts on your nipples and areolae, flicking one while languorously tonguing the other. My lips clamp on, and my tongue laps a stiff nipple. In response your grip tightens on my prick and you moan. Somehow, you've pressed your groin against my thigh, and I feel your light muff pressing back and forth against me in hunger and urgency.
Finally, you're able to speak. "Turn over, turn over," you insist. With one last suckling kiss on your breast, I gently roll over. You switch your grip on my prick, forcing a sigh of pleasure from my core. I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs. Still gripping my cock, you lean upward against me, brushing your breasts across my chest. We share a deep kiss, our lips and tongues wrestling together a moment, then you drift away. Your hair lightly caresses my torso as your head drifts towards my sex. I lick my lips in anticipation of what's next.
Your hot breath washes over my aching rod. Reflexively, my buttocks tighten and I urge my hips toward your mouth. Darting away with a giggle, you instead shimmy off the edge of the bed and send a cool puff of air along the base of my cock. You then lick the base, lingering on my scrotum. I positively swirl with sensation, letting out an exaggerated growl as I claw at the bed sheets.
With soft licks at the crown of my penis, you literally have me at your mercy. My eyes roll back in my head and I groan in pleasure when your lips finally part and you take me in your mouth. "Hhhhhahhhhh... Oh Alisha, that feels so, so good... Oh..."
