an open letter to my friend

Dear Diane (names have been changed to protect the writer, and my friends who don't know that I think about them in this way.)

It was nice to see you at the gym this morning. It has been a long time since we have talked, and I wanted to tell you that I miss you. I miss sitting in the aerobics room, stretching and talking, as we get ready for class. I miss laughing with you, talking about your day, and knowing the details of your love life, and hearing who is making your heart go flutter.

I can remember the day we first met. I had seen you in the gym for a couple of weeks, but had not built up the courage to say hello. I tried to approach you a couple of times, but always lost my nerve as I approached you and saw just how beautiful you were up close. It is hard not to notice your physical beauty.

Your brown hair, always pulled up into a ponytail, presents a perfect frame for your beautiful, deep brown eyes. Your smile is warm and inviting, and seems to come naturally when someone around you cracks a joke or makes you think of something funny. You laugh frequently, and it betrays the inner silliness that you have. That lightheartedness always attracts e to you. Whether it be laughing at a joke, or laughing at yourself, I always find myself smiling around you because you smile first.

Your figure is close to perfect. I love your breasts. I have seen them day in and day out, at the gym, at parties, across the lunch table at your favorite restaurant, and once, though you probably didn't notice, wrapped delicately in a light blue lace bra as you changed your clothes for a night out. It was the night that we all met at your apartment to get ready to go dancing. You had stepped into your bedroom to change your clothes and I needed to use the bathroom. The layout of your small studio apartment forced me to walk past your door, which you left slightly ajar.

As I walked by I saw you reach your arms down to your waist and pulled your T-shirt up over your head. The sight of your naked torso made me gasp, and I paused and stared. The material of your bra was thin and silky, and it lifted your breasts high and together. They looked so beautiful, perched on your slim frame and athletic hips. As you lowered your arms and tossed your T-shirt on the bed, they bounced slightly and settled, full and soft. As I sensed you turning around, I jumped into the bathroom and closed the door, but I still have that image in my head.

Last Friday, you wore an incredibly sexy top. You probably didn't think much of it when you picked it out that morning, but it was extremely flattering, and it fueled my fantasies all weekend. It had a high collar, and a large heart-shaped cutout on the front, revealing your deep cleavage as you bent over during our stretching routine.

I imagined you in that top, kneeling, wearing a pair of dark blue panties, high cut and thin at the waist. On your hands and knees you crawled towards me, letting your breasts sway back and forth inside your top. As you got closer you stopped and lowered your mouth to my body, taking me in without using your hands. A few seconds of that and you released me, fully erect, and shiny with your saliva. You moved up a little further and I reached through the hole in your top and took your breast into my hand. It was full and warm and firm and I could feel your nipple hardening under my touch.

You held still and enjoyed having my hand inside your shirt. You wanted more, and you reached up under your long brown hair and undid the button at the back of your neck. With just a simple movement, your top fell open, revealing your body to me, and inviting me to take you into my arms.

Your chest, now naked, pressed against mine as we embraced and began to kiss. Our kisses were long and passionate, and I felt your body shift and settle on top of mine. You let your weight settle on top of me, and I could feel my erection press into the thin silk of your panties.

Without breaking a single kiss, you reached down between our bodies and took my cock into your hand. You lifted your body off mine, pulled the silk to the side, and guided me inside. You let all your weight press down and surrounded my cock with your warm body, and began to pump me with rhythmic thrusting of your hips.

We rocked slowly, front and back, and the weight of your body settled on to my hips, pressing my body in to yours. It felt deep, and warm.

You kept the pace slow and languid and you started to lean forward just a bit. This allowed you to slip your hand between our bodies and caress your clit. You didn’t move your fingers much, you were really just transferring the weight, pressure, and movement from our bodies to your clit.

After a few minutes of gentle rocking I felt a subtle increase in speed. Your thrusts became deeper as you lifted your body off mine, extracting my cock and thrusting it back in, trying to get deeper each time.

Your orgasm hit when I reached up and cupped your large, wonderful, beautifully full breasts in my hands and played with your nipples. They were hard, and puffy, and as I rolled them and suckled on them harder and harder, your wimpers filled the air.

Your orgasm crashed over you and I met your motions with my thrusts. I grabbed your breasts and pulled roughly on your nipples as I’ve been instructed and you press your chest into my hands, enjoying the combination of your own hand between your legs, circling and stroking your wet and swollen clit and my hands massaging and tugging your perfect breasts.

As the final waves of your orgasm cascade through you body, you collapse at my side. I take your wrist and bring your shiny fingers to my mouth and taste you. You try and pull away, feigning shock, but I insist and I lick and taste the fresh juice.

“Now it’s your turn” you whisper and roll on to your back. You know what I like, and I don’t deny it, so I quickly straddle your slim waist. You reach between your legs again, getting your fingers slippery with cum and you take me in hand and lubricate my hard and dripping cock. Putting an arm behind your head you pull me into your mouth and suck. But that is not how I want it to end, and you know it.

I stroke you on your cheek, our sign that I am about to cum, and pull out of your mouth. Your tongue flicks my head as I move and your hands take me and begin to stroke and caress. I move your hands away and take over, masturbating myself as you put on a show for me, playing with your nipples, fondling your breasts, and bringing yourself to a second orgasm. As you cum, I let myself go and watch thick strings of cum coat your beautiful breasts. Pulse after pulse jets out of my cock and you smear it over your nipples and you buck your hips in pleasure.

Topless and coated with cum you pull me down for a long and lingering kiss. I can feel the stickiness of my cum sticking in my chest hairs. I break our kiss and collect some of my cum on my finger and place it in your mouth. With this you open wide, smile, and swallow it whole.

With this final act, you smile and laugh, and our entire aerobics class bursts into applause as several women toss you their towels and tell you to clean up. They loved the show, but now it was time to get back to work.

The music cranks up, you pull on your top, and we begin to sweat….

a quick note about a short conversation

I had a very interesting conversation with a friend of mine at the gym this afternoon.

She just got back from a vacation to Las Vegas. We spent a few minutes talking about her hotel (the Rio) and how much she likes the food, and the bars, and, in her words, "all of the beautiful women at the pools."

I asked her what she meant by that.

And she just giggled if a 42-year-old woman can giggle, and said that she has been noticing women a lot more lately. I asked her if she thought she was getting interested in them the same way I was interested in her (I have made no secret of the fact that I think she is very beautiful).

"I don't know," was her first reaction, but then she thought for 30 or 40 seconds, and said "maybe"

This is going to fuel all kinds of fantasies over the next few days.

another day at the gym

Hello

This is going to be a short note in the 12 minutes I have left before I have to go to my bus. I will be using my voice recognition software, and I really don't have time to edit, so there may be some odd phrasing here until I get home tonight and clean it up.

But who am I kidding no one is reading this blog anyway, so I don't need to worry.

I just wanted to make a couple of comments about my day. It was a good day.

I started my day at the gym, as I usually do, and I ran into several of my favorite people. Of course, when I say favorite people, I mean women, pretty women, pretty, athletic, sexy, wrapped in tight spandex women.

Most of my favorites were their. I know I have given them all nicknames in previous posts, but I can't remember now what they all were, and I don't have time to look it up.

The veterinarian, who has lost for the last bit of baby weight from last year, looked fantastic with long blond hair in a ponytail.

My instructor, who is lean and has very little figure, looked radiant as she taught the class. She is so athletic, so fast on the bike, it is a challenge to keep up with her, and it makes my heart race in more ways than one.

The doctor was also there. Today she wore a new top, a very thin material with spaghetti string straps, but flattered her small chest perfectly. As she got sweaty, the material got thinner, and her erect nipples began to show through. I was too far across the room to really appreciate the view, but it was nice to know that she was having a good time.

I was also glad to see that the girlfriends showed up. One of these women I've known for a long time, and while I don't really think that she is a lesbian, she has a new "girlfriend" at the gym. My friend is a wonderfully built brunette, with a full ass, and breasts that are about as perfect as I have ever seen. Today she wore a tight cotton top with a princess collar that was high on the neck, but with a large cut out that showed off her cleavage enough to get me erect during the middle of my workout.

Every time she bent over, it was as if she was about to fall out. It was just enough of a hint to make it very sexy, without looking sleazy. It was all I could do not to stare at her for the entire hour.

Her friend is a woman that I do not know. She is pretty, but looks cold and distant. I have never seen her smile. She has a terrific figure, nicely shaped breasts and a pretty set of hips. She would be much prettier if she would just loosen-up and smile, not at me perhaps, but at anybody. It's hard to get turned on by somebody who looks like they are in a bad mood all the time.

The only reason why I think they might be in a relationship, is that they have started to pass their water bottle back and forth during the workout, and whenever they are talk about their weekend plans it always seems that they are doing things together. I know that my friend was dating guys last year, but I am using the idea to fuel a mighty powerful fantasy, so maybe I don't know want to know the truth.

Have a great weekend.

Under a summer sky

Our nighttime temperatures have started to rise. The cool breezes of springtime have been replaced by the dry winds of summer. They roll off the desert and swirl through town. Windows that were once locked to keep out the chill are now flung open to invite the breeze too clear the house and cool our naked bodies as we sleep.

As the temperatures float in the low 90s, our thoughts have increasingly turned to taking previously indoor activities outside. The new fence that I built last year, well over 6 feet tall, will pay rich dividends this year in privacy. We are also appreciating the decision to make the fence a double sided affair, with offsetting boards to block the prying eyes of our neighbor’s fourteen-year-old twins.

It is not my intention to give them the education that they so desperately seek on the Internet when their parents are not home. That is, at least for the next four years, until the girls turn 18 and are considered adults in my province. At that point, the fence might come down to open up other possibilities.

But as for now, it is me and my girlfriend to enjoy our backyard and the intimate potential it holds.

Saturday was a busy day from sunup till sundown. Her shift at the hospital lasted two hours longer than the 12 hours scheduled, as her team handled several transfer patients from the trauma ward. Her work in the cardiac ICU wing of the hospital leaves her physically drained, but emotionally satisfied, as their ward posts the highest survival rate of any in the area. As the lead nurse on the day shift, Janice works harder than most, takes more of the blame, but likes getting the biggest paycheck.

When Janice came home on Saturday, as the last light of the setting sun faded into a deep purple, I met her at the door with a kiss and a tall glass of ice water. She will drink on occasion, but her athletic background drives her to avoid alcohol for the most part, and her favorite moment of the summer nights is to sit on the lounge chair on the patio, and drink crystal-clear water that comes from our local bottler and from a stream that originates in the mountains that surround our home.

She took a long drink of the ice-cold water, and handed the glass back to me so she could wrap her arms around me and give me a long, soft, welcoming kiss. I could feel the starch in her uniform press against my chest and it reminded me how formal and proper she had to be at work. It always made me smile, because I knew that she was, in fact, the fantasy "naughty nurse" that many men fantasize about.

"I am so tired," she said, letting her weight settle into my arms and I held her closely. I could feel her chest pressing into mine, and her slim waist allowed me to wrap my arms completely around her. I gave her a gentle squeeze and lifted her back to her feet. I broke our embrace, gave her a peck on the cheek, and took the glass and set it on the credenza by our front door.

I took her by the hand, leading her down the hallway, past the photographs on the wall that celebrated our life together. There were also pictures of her in high school, some in her cheerleaders outfit, some with her swim team, and my favorite, a photograph of her and her sister standing on the top of Mount Fuji. It was this climb that got her addicted to all kinds of mountaineering, and it has sculpted her body and mind into an efficient climbing animal.

I gathered her long hair into a bundle at the back of her neck, and kissed her gently behind the ear and patted her on the behind.

"Freshen up and get changed, and meet me on the porch," I said, and turned and walked away. After I had rounded the corner going back toward the kitchen I stopped and waited. I heard the shower start but I didn’t hear the bedroom door close, so I quietly walked back and stood in the doorway. Thinking that she was alone, she undressed quickly and without embarrassment. Once naked, she stopped in front of our closet doors that were floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

She spread her feet apart and began inspecting her legs, turning them this way and that, flexing their muscles and feeling for any imperfections in the skin. After this was complete, she began to move up. She flexed her stomach, turned around and flexed the muscles of her bottom, and then curled her biceps in the traditional bodybuilder pose. She laughed at herself as she looked in the mirror and saw herself as she really was, a beautiful, silly, and exuberant woman.

After the laughter died down, I could see how exhausted she was from her long day at work. Her hands continued to drift over her skin, but they took on a different feel. I took a step backwards to avoid detection, but left myself a viewing angle where I could see her reflection. Her hands came to her breasts and cupped them gently, lifting them as if to check their weight, and I saw her fingers gently surround her dark brown nipples. They did not linger, but they tugged lightly on them as she moved her hands again lower, touching and caressing the smooth skin of her tight abdomen. She stroked her hips, and her ass, at one point gently pulling her cheeks apart, perhaps to let in some fresh air to cool down from a busy day in starched white cotton. Her hands then came back around in front and drifted downward, past her belly button, and down further until the fingertips began to disappear between her thighs.

She spread her feet a little further and I saw her arm move lower, her wrist curl more, and her fingers disappeared into the soft pink folds of her body. Her hips began to gyrate, slowly at first, and then in ever widening circles and I saw her hand moving in and out. My view was obscured by a large four-post bed I had bought her for her birthday, but I could tell that she was enjoying her moment alone, so I slipped back down the hallway and made sure that I made a lot of noise in the kitchen as I pulled out the pots and pans to finish her dinner.

Moments later I heard the bedroom door close. Had she seen me? I don't know, I don't care. I had seen her so I knew that she was in the mood for what I had in mind for after dinner.

Her years of traveling in search of the next mountain to climb had blessed her with an amazing palette for new and exotic foods. She had eaten animals once seen only in National Geographic specials, and had enjoyed the hospitality's of mountain priests, Bedouins, and tribesmen from almost every desert, forest, and mountain in the Northern Hemisphere. But she had also developed a sense of simple eating. And so it was for tonight's menu. A beautiful, marbled rib-eye steak, cooked until it was a hot pink inside and sizzling with Mesquite grilled flavor on the outside was accompanied by roasted new potatoes, fresh corn from the market, and a green salad with tomatoes picked from our own garden.

She stepped into the kitchen wearing a plush white robe that had been a gift from her father upon her graduation from college. It came from the Four Seasons hotel in New York, as an apology gift, and as a graduation present, because her dad was at the Four Seasons on a business trip instead of being with his daughter on her very special day. Inside the pocket of the robe was a round-trip ticket to Nepal, so that she could join with her colleagues on a trek around the valleys at the base of Everest.

She looked beautiful. No makeup, her hair still wet and pulled back into a simple ponytail, and her bare feet which headed across my kitchen floor until she was standing right behind me. I was deep in the middle of sautéing the asparagus when she snuggled up close and opened her robe. I tried to look over my shoulder without burning myself with the sauté pan, but she moved to just enough to avoid my line of sight. She told me to stand still and look forward, and I felt her press her body against my back. She wasn't naked, but it seemed as if she was because I could feel the fullness of her chest pressed into my back, and I felt one of her legs wrap around mine. As she stepped away she closed the robe, giggled, and asked what she could do to help with dinner.

"Sit down and eat," was my response. And so she did.

Dinner was served on our teak wood patio that overlooked the brush and the garden that separated us from the lake. This property, which had been in my family for several generations, was a wedding present from my mother and father to my brother, but he had moved to the city by then, and did not want to enjoy the simple country life that I craved. After two years of rejecting mom’s pleas to come back home, he gave me permission to move in, and now I was sharing it with the most beautiful woman in the world.

The summer night was warm, and the breeze was gentle, and our dinner was filled with laughter, wonderful aromas, and the unmistakable freshness of produce grown in your own backyard, and by neighbors and friends that loved to till the soil.

With dinner eaten, and the dishes stacked in the sink, it was her turn to take control. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, complaining that I was too prickly for any serious kissing, and told me with a wink in her eye, to go shave.

"Why should I shave?"

"Because I did."

That's all it took, and I was off to the bedroom and into the shower in a split second. While I rinsed my body I felt myself harden in anticipation. I quickly shaved my face, lotioned everywhere I could think of, rinsed again, and got out of the shower and changed into my most comfortable, and loose-fitting khaki shorts. I threw on a battered T-shirt and, leaving my shoes in the closet, walked back through the house, through the kitchen, and out onto the patio.

She had lit our Tikki torches that stood on the corners, and they cast a soft dancing glow into the night air. She was standing several feet away from me, in the far corner, allowing the soft warm light from the torch dance across her face and hair. Her robe was still closed, but I could see that she was ready to unveil herself for me, so I stood still and gently stared at her, with unwavering eyes.

She didn't waste any time on any kind of dance or striptease. With a quick shrug of her shoulders the robe hit the floor and she stood before me wearing a thin, silky smooth camisole and matching tap pants that were snug at the waist, but that flared widely at the thigh, highlighting the length and strength of her legs.

Her bare feet were silent as she walked toward me, took my hand, and walked to the other corner of the patio. Here, between the two closest Tikki lamps, the patio was bright and warm and infused with the smell of coconut oil and summer. She had laid out her favorite porch chair and covered it with blankets to give the hand carved wood some softness.

She sat down on the front edge of the chair, and pulled me closer. She faced directly into my tightening shorts and without fanfare, unzipped me, set my erection free, and took me into her mouth. Her gentle ministrations were always divine, but tonight’s aggressiveness, combined with the outdoor setting, made for an intoxicating mix. Her hands pressed my shorts down to the floor, and her hands wrapped around my buttocks and pulled me in tighter. I felt my cock go into her mouth more deeply than ever before. I could feel her tongue and teeth working my shaft up and down, and the head of my engorged cock began nudging gently at the back of her throat. After just a few moments of intense pleasure, I stroked the side of her face to get her attention and admitted that it wouldn't take me long to cum if she kept this pace going. She sucked on my penis one more time, fully enveloping it with her tongue and lips and mouth. She then gently pressed my body backwards until I withdrew myself from her completely. She looked up me up at me and told me that she was flattered that she could make me cum so fast.

"But that's not what I want to have happen, at least not yet." With that she reached underneath the lounge chair and extracted a large foam cushion, I recognized it as her kneeling pad from her garden work. It was thick and soft and well worn by her hours of labor in our garden behind the house.

"Kneel down."

I obeyed.

Then was my turn to see her up close from a kneeling position. She laid herself back on the lounge chair and allowed her right hand to slip up inside the camisole top. I could see her rubbing her breasts, squeezing them, and she began to play vigorously with her nipples. She lifted her feet to the leading edge of the lounge, allowing the soles of her feet to come together. And then she did it, she allowed her knees to drop to the outsides, opening her body wide to me.

"I want to cum."

And so I began to oblige her.

I kissed her feet first, covering them with kisses where her skin was rough, licking and kissing and tasting where I knew she was self-conscious because of the calluses brought on by her hours in the mountains. I kissed her ankles, the right one first, and then the left, almost perfectly bisected by the surgeon's scar. I continue up her legs. Kissing first the left, and then right, always moving northward, passing her calves, kissing her knees, and moving onto the soft, supple skin of her thighs. I let my eyes wander and I could see under the silky tap pants. She had shaved. Her pubic hair was almost completely gone, save a small circle that surrounded her beautiful tight opening. I could see that her lips were beginning to swell, spurred on, no doubt, by her willful positioning of her legs, open wide to the summer air. I kissed further up and began kissing the soft silk of her bottoms. I began kissing closer and closer to her waiting mound, and with my left hand, pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side and began to devour her outer lips, licking, sucking, tasting, and immersing myself in her fragrant and wet interior.

She began to breathe a little quicker and I decided to try something that I had read about, but never really tried.

"Pants on or off?"

"Off"

I quickly grabbed the waistband of her flimsy pants and pulled them down over her thighs, past her knees and off her feet. I tossed them over my shoulder and they landed on the railing of our fence, and we both laughed. I wondered aloud if it would be our housekeeper, or our gardener who would find them there the next morning.

"I don't care," she said, "just eat me.”

I obliged her. I fastened my tongue gently over her clit and began to circle, feeling it grow under my tongue, as I made longer, languid, generous circles. My fingers began to stroke her lips. They were getting flushed, and engorged, and had begun to open like a flower in spring. I slipped one finger inside, withdrawing it quickly to get a sample of her smell and taste. The first finger re-entered her and was quickly joined by another, and by another, as I began to gently, but forcefully, thrust my hand up inside her.

Her legs spread wide as she tensed the muscles of her thighs and lifted herself off the chair. I took this as a good sign and continued to lick and explore. My fingers began a steady pace of thrusting in and out. I could feel her wetness leaking across and around and between my fingers. Occasionally I would spread my fingers inside her to give her a sense of fullness, but the rhythm never slowed down. Pumping in, and out, and in, and out, I debated adding a fourth finger but I did not want to risk even a twinge of pain. I knew that she was relaxing as I moved my hand in and out, but I did not want to risk it so I allowed myself the enjoyment of watching three of my fingers penetrate her. As they plunged inside, I began to curl them up, and pulled them back out, I was aiming for her G-spot, and I was not going to stop until she found it.

In and out my fingers thrust, each time curling toward the front of her vaginal wall, stretching and stroking and finding those nerve endings that began to drive her crazy.

"What are you doing?" She was gasping as she talked. "What the fuck are you doing? I like it."

I smiled as I ate my true love's pussy, and continued to thrust with more vigor as my tongue sped up and covered her entire mound with saliva combined with her own slick, more personal, lubricants.

The crescendo built for five or six minutes, as my pace never slackened, and her hips began to slowly lift off the blankets as her legs tensed and flexed. I kept adjusting my angle to keep my lips and tongue on her, lifting myself to keep my fingers moving ever deeper, always curling and stroking her, as her orgasm approached.

She started to breathe fast and shallow, and as her breathing became more labored, she let a squeaky little "oh fuck!" escape from her lips. When her climax hit her, her body went rigid and my fingers went into overdrive. I have learned from making her cum for the last five years that I have a 30 second window after her first orgasm hits to bring her off a second time. I plunged my fingers in deeply and continued to stroke the front wall of her vagina but I let my tongue come off her clit and replaced it with my thumb. It flicked back and forth over her clit and her lips, and the change in sensation was enough to trigger a second and more powerful orgasm.

She grabbed her knees with her hands and spread her legs wider as her ass dropped back down to the lounge. I dropped with her, and it enjoyed the sensation of her body twitching, and convulsing, and then thrusting in pleasure, pleasure that I had given her, pleasure that came from my fingers and my tongue.

As the intense feelings of her orgasm began to fade into deep and labored breathing, she began to push me away, telling me that she was too tender, and that I had to stop. This was her classic pattern. She would come with a crushing intensity for about 60 seconds, but then it became too much, and I got to sit back and watch the aftershocks of her climax roll over her body.

The night air was cool around us. Her grunts and breathing filled the stillness with her sensual sounds. She kept her grip on her legs, keeping them up and opened and I was thrilled to watch her pussy twitch and flair as her orgasm continued to roll. I would occasionally reach out to try and touch her again, but it always a resulted in her smacking my hand away, telling me to stop it.

I just watched, and waited, and enjoy the sight of my girlfriend’s nipples, hard almost to the point of bursting, as her breasts jiggled and swayed in her post orgasmic bliss. I knew it would be my turn in a moment, so I was patient.

It was fun to watch how much she enjoyed cumming. As her body calmed down she grinned, and giggled, and smiled like a schoolgirl. As she caught her breath she began to laugh. "Oh fuck,” she giggled some more, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I do my research.” I said as I began to kneel up between her legs at the end of the lounge, "I have to keep you happy don't I?"

“You certainly did tonight. That was amazing." She sat up and put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me deeply, and took one of my hands and put it on her breast. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and squeezed her gently, the way I know she likes to be touched, and pressed her back down to the lounge.

As we began to kiss, no words needed to be spoken. She opened her legs to me and guided my hardened member into her wet center. I let my weight settle on her, stroking slowly against her tight walls. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles on my lower back, pulling me in tightly.

My orgasm was not far away and she whispered, “Just let it cum” in my ear and so I did. It was a long, low, strong climax that made me close my eyes and hold her tight as I tried to get ever deeper inside her. I felt my cock twitch and pump, but I resisted thrusting as to enjoy the feeling of being joined together as one.

Our bodies were covered in sweat and I wrapped one of the blankets around us as we kissed and giggled. The night was now calm, and complete.

“Let’s go to bed,” and with a kiss, she stole my blanket and quietly padded toward the kitchen door. I stood up and began dousing the Tikki lamps, plunging the yard into darkness. With the last torch extinguished, I felt her walking towards me again. She dropped her blanket and held me close, two naked souls, joined as one, under a warm summer sky.