(More exchanges between two writers of erotic literature. Though the opportunity to chat on line eluded us during this period.)
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Clara wrote:
Hi Sarah. I so hope you enjoyed lunch ... and maybe something more - I wish I'd thought to ask this before, too late now but just to say I suddenly got very turned on (again) by the thought that you might be sitting through all that boring committee stuff in a sensible skirt and blouse, but no knickers.
I imagined you'd sat down with all those serious minded women at some large table with a big, thick green baize cloth layering across your knees ... so you felt safe just wriggling slightly to ease a little tension between your thighs when suddenly a tongue starts sliding up towards your nude pussy - me or Sue? Or both, a tongue on each thigh ...
Mmm, now I'm getting so turned on at the thought. So either I go upstairs now - this minute - and masturbate into a stupor ... or get in my car and visit the very easy Fiona - I have just got to find a wonderful and calming orgasm from somewhere!'
I replied:
Wow, Clara, you sex -starved princess! You are probably masturbating furiously right this minute! I nearly did take off my knickers after the meeting - there was a particularly sweet lady there who I thought was begging for me to hold her pussy in the palm of my hand and slowly squeeze and pummel it with my fingers. A lovely red-head with a nice full bosom which she obviously is so proud of, enjoying showing off. But it was the expression in her eyes as she looked at me. She's the right age - about 35 I guess. Very smart. Sparks flew - or was it my imagination? I was buzzing with sex! I hoped she might join us for lunch, but alas!
Whilst trying to chair this meeting, I think of you. I can smell your skin - your hair - the shampoo in your hair. I rub my cheek against yours. My face in the nape of your neck, nuzzling you behind the ears, blowing softly and murmuring very, very quietly "I want you Clara - I need you, otherwise I shall go mad with lust, and scream!"
You are purring like a kitten. My hand is slowly zig-zagging over your bare belly, moving down, down, down, through the soft curls. The pads of my fingers glide softly over the flesh of your inner thigh, then up the other one until they reach that very special - that heavenly spot - that most-worshiped place on your body. I close my curled fingers over the outer labia before allowing my middle finger to press into the gash - feel the heat radiating form your vagina. Then, darling, we begin to meld together.
As in some out-of-this-word fantasy, our bodies slowly blend together becoming one - our beasts merge in to one pair of erotic boobs, full and tipped with large hard nipples. Our bellies join together then our clits. they are grinding into each other, becoming one thick clitoris - so hard and sensitive. Our labia are now the same and our vaginas are oozing a blend of our love juices - copious nectar. Two minds with one body - longing for self satisfaction. We are both masturbating ourselves as one - we are together - our loins churning - our fingers coated with the special offering of our vaginas.
We smear our mouths with the vaginal cum. We kiss open-mouthed, our tongues twisting together, tasting the combined sweetness of our pussies. We are coming together. Our joint thighs are trembling, out muscles clenching - we are reaching for that glorious moment of self discovery - that explosion within us. That climax that will join us together for ever and ever - never to part. To masturbate for each other every day.'
Clara wrote:
Oh sweetie! That's so very erotic Sarah. Yes! I was probably masturbating furiously, as you say! I have exposed my open thighs to the screen for you. All you need to do is lean in and kiss and lick it. I can't stop masturbating again though! I'm coming again - coming for you - then I shall spank you hard on your bare bottom for being naughty. When you beg me to stop I shall push my head into your crack and lick your bottom and your pussy. My long stiff tongue will penetrate that rose bud - that bitter sweet hole before moving to your other bud - bringing you to another glorious orgasm.
Ohhh! And I'm still coming damn it - hovering on the brink - my body tense - back arched - my breathing almost stopped - that exquisite moment when I know I love you for ever - and love my vulva for ever - and love your vulva and it's lovely lovely juices for ever - and - shiiii...iiiitttt. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! YES!! I'm there with you ........... woweeeeeeee!
Sorry for the silence! Wanted to get my breath back! Phew Sarah darling! That was something else again. How do you DO this to me? Must go to mop up and change knickers! Again! But I shall have my mind overflowing with thoughts of you. And then feel randy - and probably do it again! Are you a witch??
I replied:
Gosh Clara. How you worship your body! Me too! I so wish I could do it with you - for you.
Sunday. Clara wrote:
Now, don't forget, tomorrow is no panties day, so, as soon as George is out the way your delicious pussy will expect to be free for all the wind - and my breath - to touch ... no cheating, I'll know! Mmm, I just know I shall be really horny all day, rushing off to find quiet corners where I can drop my skirt to the floor and let myself go, all but nude, thinking of you.
Do the same for me ... what a thought, a prim and proper 40 year old, major mover in the church, respected in the town, with her knickers tossed aside for some young hussy she's hardly met ... mmm, come and find me tomorrow, make me bend over so you can kiss and lick my bottom, my pussy, my vulva ... my everything!
Well Sarah .... it's Sunday. Where am I? Right here, masturbating! ... imagining you doing the same over that red-head's breasts ... I so adore rubbing my clitoris against a beautiful plump nipple ...
Oooo Sarah .... mmm ... OMG! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Have just come so deliciously ... with Hubby oblivious to all out in the garden! ... perhaps should have mentioned, am wearing the same come-stained panties as yesterday, every cream orgasm just for you ... gosh, I feel so sexy and dirty ... couldn't stop myself ... panties are off and pushed deep inside myself ... I love coming like that - all while Hubby digs out in the garden ... I'm soaking.
I replied:
Now Clara - that's what I call really filthy - putting on yesterday's knickers to masturbate into the stale stains. You may be gorgeous and have the most perfect pussy in the whole world, but you're a dissolute self adoring whore!! And I love you!
ps - here I am fingering myself, when I should really be getting myself sorted out!
Knickerless Monday! I wrote:
Well Clara - Are you knickerless like me!! Can't wear slacks though - stains might show. Just off into town for some new undies. Sally coming this afternoon!! I'll tell you all about it. In preparation, I trimmed my bits of stubble, shampooed my pubic hair with Tee Tree and Mint (!) and blow dried it. Then used the styler. A proper pampering of my pussy! I had to use a large mirror held between my knees. Lovely sight! Oooo I do adore my vulva - and yours - and Sue's - and Sam's - and who knows, Sally's?
Keep playing and nipping into the loo. Ps - I must say I'm enjoying the freedom and look forward to the excitement of walking round M&S feeling the pubic freedom!!
Clara wrote:
Hello Sarah. Just time for a short message - am in the office today, but lots going on. First, I confess, one of the joys I re-explored (alone, I promise ... sadly) on knickerless Monday was the feel of a firm breast against my vulva, a hard nipple between my lips.
I thought of you - thought of meeting you somewhere warm and safe, by a sun-dappled river, somewhere like that; I thought of letting you kiss and caress me like I know you want to, your hands feeling every curve; then I thought of unbuttoning your blouse, unfastening your bra and slipping the straps down inside your sleeves - I wanted to keep your blouse on while I cares sed your naked bosom; I thought of kissing, squeezing and sucking your nipples while you moaned; and then I imagined you lying down, imagine me kneeling across you, lifting my short skirt, letting you gaze lovingly at my dark, trimmed bush, my pinky-mauve lips, my soft creamy vulva, my delicious swollen bud - you begged me to kneel across your mouth, pleaded to be able to kiss and lick me, but I had other ideas; I pressed my pussy down against your firm breast and masturbated, trembling as I came over you.
Lovely thoughts - but love to be able to do that now over Sue with you watching! Or better still, to be able to do it over Sue with you kneeling in front of me. Your lover gazing up longingly at your naked body while I kiss and tongue your darkest hole ... then, when I've come, you can have as many of my fingers as you dare take. When we chatted on Saturday you wanted three ... how much more of me could you take?
I replied:
Let's chat on Saturday, Clara - please. I'm going crazy just thinking about you! Fingers working hard!
Clara wrote:
Oh if only I could ... How about I meet you in your church, early Sunday morning, and we can do all sorts of naughty things in the vestry before anyone arrives! ... pity you're not Catholic, we could carry on in one of the confession boxes while Mass is in full flow ... as would be your pussy ...
All of which is to say, Sarah darling, please be deliciously shameless with yourself tomorrow and send me a deliciously dirty e-mail to read on Sunday ... I want to smell your cum as soon as I log on ... then, when I've read what you have to say I shall stare longingly at the photo of your pussy and dream myself between your thighs, my nose nuzzling against your clitoris, my tongue inside your sweet vagina, a finger teasing your chocolatey hole ...
By the bye, have had maid problems this week - meaning last week's cum-soaked pale blue panties are still unwashed - shall wear them tomorrow, for you to think about.