The letter arrived some six weeks or so after Amanda arrived at Selby. That had been a trying and quite disturbing period not just because of the issues with the plantation and the dreadful situation developing between the North and South, but also because she had no sex with anyone. She had taken to masturbating frequently to relieve the frustration, but she knew that was not sufficient. She had always had a high sex drive and that needed satisfying, but the opportunities were as good as non-existent in Meldrim and even Savannah. So Amanda suffered, but knew full well that sooner or later and preferably sooner, she would have to take another lover.
The letter arrived by special delivery. Her heart started to pound when she saw the return address for it was The Western Spirit in Bristol, England. Taking it to her room, Amanda locked the door and with shaking fingers opened it and began to read.
My dearest Amanda,
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the wonderful time we had during your voyage to America on my ship The Spirit. I most sincerely hope that you enjoyed it and gained as much pleasure, excitement and satisfaction from it as I did.
There are two reasons for this letter.
The first, my love, is to advise you that I will be visiting Savannah very soon and would love to have the pleasure of your company for some or all of the three days I will be in port. I will telegraph the details to you as soon as I have them.
The second reason, Amanda, is that I want to tell you something. As I write this I am ten days into yet another crossing of the Atlantic. I have no female companion and to be absolutely truthful with you I feel incredibly frustrated. Since those wonderful days, and nights we had together, being frustrated is becoming a condition with which I am very familiar. I see you everywhere Amanda and every part of my body feels you and that instantly arouses me and makes me hard as I am now: for the past few weeks I have almost permanently been erect.
This feeling of sexual arousal with no means other than my hand to relieve it, is the prompt to me writing this letter.
I am dressed and sitting at the writing desk in my cabin. You will remember the oak desk as the one I bent you over, the one where you presented your bounteous buttocks to me and the one Amanda where I fucked your ass. That was such a thrill to me. I don't simply mean the incredible sensation of having my cock in that wonderfully tight anus, but also the humility I felt when you offered that special place to me. For that, my dear, I offer you my undying thanks.
That said, Amanda, there were so many wonderful times that we shared. Right now, I want to 'talk' to you about some of them. At this stage I am removing my jacket and cravat and am hoping that will cause you to loosen your bodice. It may also persuade you to undo the buttons on your dress as I remove my shirt.
I sincerely hope, Amanda that you can recall my naked chest; that you can recall the way you stroked and caressed it and, as we got to know each other sexually, how you kissed, licked and sucked it. I can and do very clearly. As I sit here bare chested I am running my fingers over it trying desperately to replicate the feelings you gave me. Will you think about that? Think about your lips, tongue and mouth on the skin of my chest as my hands squeezed and adored your so wonderfully full breasts and receptive nipples that always exploded to my touch.
Soon Amanda I will need to undress completely. Please feel free to join me, my darling. To show me those breasts that I fell completely in love with, your rounded body, flat stomach and lithe thighs. To show me Amanda that rich thatch of your chestnut coloured pubic hairs and that pink slit that gave us both so much enjoyment. That slit that I stimulated with my fingers, sucked and licked with my mouth and yes, my dear fucked hard, long and often with my big, thick cock.
Have you dreamed about that since you have been home Amanda? Have you recalled it sliding up your wet and welcome cunt.
Join me my lover as I make myself naked. The memories of our times together and the vain hope that you may even now be baring yourself for me has raised my cock to its fullest. As you know it rears well up my flat stomach to nearly reach my belly button. At the moment, Amanda it is so hard and feels as if it might keep growing until it reaches past my navel. Would you like that Amanda? Would you like a ten inch cock to fuck you right now?
I have done enough. I hope you are stimulating yourself as I rub my balls and cock. There is no doubt that soon my cock will explode just as it did so many times with you, in you and on you. On your breasts, your belly, your thighs, your buttocks and so marvellously over your beautiful face. Today alas, it will be my belly and chest that receives my offering.
Please my dear, as I use my hands to have sex, make love to yourself. Do all those wonderful things to your awesome body that you did for me when we mutually masturbated as the other looked on. Yes Amanda, just as I am please fuck yourself for me.
Your most obedient servant, total lover and complete admirer
Richard.
Amanda was mesmerised by what she read. Over the years she had received many love letters, but never one with such sexual content as this. It was as if Richard was there with her in her bedroom and how, as she gradually undressed she so wished he was. It was difficult reading and undressing at the same time, but Amanda could not stop either so she coped with the difficulty.
She was not wearing a hoop and as she was at home expecting to see no one, not even Adam, she was wearing only one, thin petticoat and no corset, which made disrobing much easier. After removing the grey, cotton working dress she slipped her chemmi off and looked at her big, aching breasts in the full length mirror that she had recently had installed.
'God they feel so full and warm' she thought to herself cupping them and pinching her pounding nipples as, reading his letter, she recalled the times Richard had sucked and chewed them. The sensations from her fingers and from the memories of the captain were so strong that a low moan slipped from her lips. Wearing just her white, thin cotton, knee length pantelettes she moved to the bed. Standing beside it she turned so that once more she could see herself in the mirror. She watched one hand kneading her breasts and the other sliding down her body, past her waist and over the swell of her stomach to reach the thick thatch of pubic hairs. The drawers did not have a gusset and the legs were separated and sewn to the waist band thus making freer access to that part of woman's body. Another low moan slipped from her mouth as she cupped her pubic mound, her fingers touching her soaked lips and the palm of her hand pressing on her clitoris.
She fell back on the bed her legs hanging over the side as both hands went between her legs. Although there was no need she removed her drawers so that she was naked, just as Richard had pleaded in the letter. It made her feel so aroused and free. Closing her eyes the memories of the five weeks that she and Captain Jarvis had been intimate as they crossed the North Atlantic, flooded into her mind.
Her hands went back to her breasts. She lifted them and bent her head so that she could lick and, just about, chew her nipples, an action that Richard had found so incredibly exciting. Recalling the times he had straddled her by her waist as she pushed the two tits together she did that now. She could almost feel the almond oil that he had poured onto the tips of them and let dribble down the sides and into her deep cleavage. And of course in her naked aroused state, with her lover's letter running through her mind it was so easy for her to recall the memory of him leaning forward so that his cock nuzzled between them, She remembered looking up into his eyes as she pushed the fleshy mounds together capturing his long, thick cock between as he whispered. "I am going to love your breasts Amanda." She recalled replying. "Yes Richard, fuck my tits" as he started thrusting in and out of the surrogate cunt she was creating with her bosom.
And of course she recalled as clearly as if his cock was between them now it exploding and stream after stream of thick, gooey spunk splattering onto her neck and face.