Second Letter
Hi Lover; 1-30-01
Well I kind of think that you are going to get all these letters at the same time. I am going to mark every envelope with a number and seal them with a kiss. I was thinking I should stop teasing you with what I did the last two months and then sort of catch you up. I thought of just starting now with a day-by-day report of what Sally and I have been doing. Thinking about it I think that it would be very unfair to you. After all you have been after me to do this every since High School. It is only right that you see what I have gone threw to bring you your desired pleasure. Ok, Ok, I am the one getting the pleasure, but just remember it is or was your idea.
After Sally, Marble and Arron left this morning I finely got some sleep. It is 7:30pm. I have to get ready to go out at 9:00, Sally and I are going out to The Skate Barn. A lot of the collage kids go there, last week I. Ops. I almost forgot I have to bring you up to date first. Sorry. Lets see after re-reading my diary I finely remembered what happen that first Wednesday after you were at sea. Remember Sally’s plan for keeping me busy every day while you are away. Well with Sally’s plan, Wednesdays is skate night and we went to the Barn together for the first time. I wore my cute white low cut frill ruffled blouse with my blue skating skirt I always wore when we go. Only this time I wore my panties, I told Sally all those times you took me skating wanting me to skate without panties on just to tease the guys. I was always embarrassed because it was almost always teen-age boys and girls. The Skate Barn like I said is a hang out for Collage kids and of courses the guys trying to pick up the collage girls. Needless to say, this is the place you and I should have been going too.
I told Sally how you always like me to be bare under my skirts and dress’s so I could accidentally show myself. Sally was elated that I did that for you. We had been skating about an hour before she asked me to take my panties off. I told her I wore my sheerest dainty ones and I felt that if the guys (or for girls for that matter) caught a glimpse, it would look sexier. That night it was just like the night before when we went dancing, we were like sugar to fly’s. Thank God we still can pass for 20-21, In fact we both got carded every time we ordered some booze, I mean I drank wine, Sally drank the hard stuff. I did not want to fall into any sexual trap like I did the night before, so I insisted on Sally driving her car. That night when all was said and done while driving home, well it hit me. All those guys, I had to be the easiest lay in the town. Here I not only fuck them, but I bring my own bed to do it in. God how sick can I get?
Anyway love, by my third glass of wine, you know me, I was carefree and became a kissing fanatic. When the guys would come and ask me to skate, I started telling them that I only skate with a good kisser’s, so I had to test them first. I am sure you know by now that my hot kiss’s can raise the dead. How many times have I raised yours up from the dead? I remember it was many, many times, just kissing you remember? Well that seem to start things off, it all graduated into more kissing and more and more. I went to the ladies room several times to pee and replace my lipstick. Around 10:30 I gave into Sally’s request and took off my panties in the ladies room. I did it for two good reasons, first they where soaking wet, and second, I wanted one of the guys to catch a glimpse of me naked under my skate skirt.
I met several virile young men there, and kissing them really turned them (and myself) on. I did not want to just settle for one guy like Sally did that night. I loved the attention that I received from all the different guys. So I did it just like I did the night before at Don Jose’s. Well, I mean I could not rub myself against them, what I mean was, I just took turns skating with each one, I skated with one man then the other. They kept Sally and I supplied with drinks and food. Frank he was one of the guys after your poor wife that night. (I wrote his name down in my diary because he was so sweet and he really made an impact on me that night.) It was a good thing that I made Sally drive, I know that if I had taken the van again, I would have been out in the parking lot making the van rock by jumping all those guy’s bones. It was about 11:30 that Frank wanted to take off his skates and by then I was really all skated out myself, so was Sally. I told Sally even though I was taking off my skates; I did not want to leave yet, that I wanted to stay there awhile at the bar. Sally did not want to go home either. I sat in my chair trying to undo my laces, and Frank offered to help me. He knelt down in front of me with his back to the wall. He very slowly undid my laces, I honestly had forgotten that I had taken my panties off earlier, I was so comfortable and relaxed. When Frank got my right skate off, he started to massage my foot. Talk about heavenly, he moved my foot where he could get a good grip and worked on it, his hands where so soft, I had my right knee bent up and with my left leg still on the floor. Needless to say under my skirt, I was rather wide open. Sally asked me if I was giving Frank a reward for the foot massage. I looked at her not catching on to what she was saying. Until I looked at her and she was pointing. I looked at my skirt and realized what Frank had a clear view of my nakedness.
I had a hot flash, I mean I must have turned purple because of my legs being so open. I started to close my legs out of reaction. And all of a sudden I felt Frank slide a hand ever so gently up the inside of my calf and then up to my inner thigh. I did close my right leg just a little bit, however not anywhere enough to hinder his touching me. We were sitting in the corner and my back was to the crowd. Like I said Frank was leaning against the wall. That meant that the only one only person that could see I was naked under my skirt was Frank. I relaxed as he worked his fingers up and gently brushed against my bush. I closed my eyes, and listed to all the noise in the place. I pictured his fingers in my mind just brushing up and down barley touching the hair of my bush. He did that with his right hand while with his left he still was massaging my toes and arch.
Frank stopped and said, Ok, Linda lets do the other foot now. He pulled back his hand and started working on my left skate. This time I brought my right foot up and tucked it right up under me, putting the heal of my foot right on the edge of the chair. I left nothing to his imagination. He started with the laces of the skates, but gave up and brought a hand back up to play with me. I felt his fingers working my hair and then into the labia, gently touching, gently playing; he worked his hand up to my clit. Sally told us one of the guys was coming back over. Frank pulled his hand back and moved both hands to my left skate; I pulled up my skirt to cover the top of my tucked knee. No one standing up behind me could tell I was naked under my skirt, No one could see that my pussy was wet and juicy wanting a hard cock to fuck it. No one that is but good old Frank, he had a clear view of my wet hot pussy. I think Frank felt bold or he realized no one could see so he ran his hand went right back up under my wide-open skirt. I felt his fingers work their way inside my wet hole then he started to slide them in and out of me. He was finger fucking me as the guy walked to our table.
Sally and the guy with her started kissing, I heard the guy walk up behind me. He asked if I was finished skating for the night I told him yes, then he said he wanted to meet at the bar later. I told him that would be nice later, but right now I was busy and wanted to take a breather. Frank kept working his hand in me; he slid two maybe three fingers in me as he spoke. I told him I had not intended on leaving just yet, and I may join just him at the bar later. He turned and left the table just as my body stiffened and shook with a wonderful climax. I felt Frank’s fat fingers fucking me hard, he had two or three fingers fucking in and out of me. I don’t know if it was because he was finger fucking me in a public place at our table, or what. But what I do know is, it was a mind blowing hard fucking climax that rocked through my body from head to toe.
Sally told me I was too obvious, and people were watching. I heard that and something inside of me wanted to be more obvious. Frank pulled out his fingers and took off my left skate as I sat there with my left hand rubbing my own clit right in front of this guy’s face. God, Bill I am such a bad girl, I am a very bad girl. I wanted to get Frank alone somewhere and fuck him so bad. He returned our skates and came back with our shoes. By then I was talking to a couple guys that came to the table the minute he left. When Frank came back he asked me if I wanted a drink, I excused myself from those other two and we walked toward the bar. I leaned on him and told Frank I would rather go out side and get some fresh air. I think he knew what I had in mind. What I really wanted was some fresh meat (or fresh cock to be more honest.)
We walked out to the parking lot and I forgot to grab the keys to Sally’s car. He did not have a car, so we walked around the corner into the shadows of the parking lot lights. We kissed and we were at each other’s crotches with our hands so fucking fast. I was feeling his stiff prick and he of course was back inside of me with his fingers. I broke the kiss and held him tight as he was fingering me. I told him in the hottest breath that I think I ever have had in my life; I told him that I needed him to fuck me. He looked around, as did I, he asked me where we should go, I did not say a word, I slid down his front onto my knees, and I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. You know how my mouth is; I went to work on him. I had to masturbate while I did it because it was so fucking wicked. What a fucking turn on, sucking this guys cock that I just met about an hour or so earlier. He held my head with both hands and was literally fucking my face. Thank God he had a short dick; he would have choked me.