A letter to my erotic friend...
I hope you had a lovely Christmas and I promise to respond to your recent, mmmm thought provoking and fantasy fueling email describing how you would "manipulate" and "pleasurably/painfully" play with my nipples while tit-fucking my breasts. I am sure you can imagine the erotic influence it had? But that is for another email.
I just had to tell you about what happened on Friday night (the 24th) when we went to visit dear friends of mine to wish them holiday cheer. I knew it would be something you'd enjoy almost as much as I did!!!!
Some background..Fergie and I met years ago before either of our husbands even came on to the scene and became really good friends while working at the mall, in different stores. Somehow we just connected the first time I had my nails done at her place of employment. Fergie was funny, outgoing and could see I was going through a rough time after my divorce (from my ex husband) and she was just the kind of friend and shoulder to lean on at that time. We would take lunch breaks together, checking out the shops and the guys (LOL) and would go to the movies or just hang out with my daughters on the weekends, partaking of some "herbal" refreshments and laughing like fools for hours (Fergie and I, not my daughters).
Fergie is about 5'7 1/2", very very curvy, long reddish blonde hair, a very sweet smile, a "Jay Lo" booty and 36 DD's (which was just a factoid at the time but became a real playtime fantasy for me, as you may imagine). Sort of like Marilyn Monroe in "Some Like It Hot" (a personal favorite and probably one of my first female masturbation fantasies!) Those tits, those hips, what I wouldn't have given to to spend hours tasting/teasing her...hmmmmm but I digress.
Anyway, we became good/close friends but nothing came of the teasing we used to do about making a promise to get married on the top of the Empire State Building on New Years Eve 1999-2000 if neither one of us had marital prospects by then. I probably would not have minded given the brief but very pleasurable view of her breasts and nipples as she changed in front of me and made both my mouth water and my pussy lubricate? The red curly bush drove my imagination into overdrive and despite my controlled response (yeah right) she could see I was staring and most likely drooling, although I can only recall the fullness of her tits and the pink erect nipples she had and the fullness of her bush! But because she lived at home still, her father was overly strict and kept telling us to get our butts moving and get downstairs (she was 26 and I was 40 at the time) and I can't help but wonder what might have happened that night, given what happened this past Friday