Letters to Penthouse XXXX

by Penthouse International

  She didn’t even know his name. She didn’t want to. She’d never had a “one-night stand.” Although she didn’t intend to sleep with him, she figured it was pretty close.

  The rest of the day went slower than normal for her. Mindlessly entering patient data into the computer system for the doctors and filing copies in their records, she grew more and more nervous as her last hour of work ticked by. She double-checked her directions to the hotel. Her heart beat faster and faster as the hand rounded the clock above the reception desk, winding toward five o’clock.

  She shut down her computer, put the last piece of mail in Dr. Don’s in-box, and locked up the patient files.

  “Angel? Could I speak to you a moment?”

  She glanced toward the doctors’ main office door and saw Dr. Don in his long white lab coat holding one of the yellow patient folders. Blushing as if she’d been caught doing something wrong, she set down her purse and walked over.

  “Yes, Doctor?”

  He opened the patient chart, turned it toward Angel, pointed, and asked, “What does this say?”

  Angel looked at the chart and recognized her writing about Mr. Cook’s blood pressure. Blushing from nearness to the handsome doctor, she said, “180, Doctor.”

  “Thank you, Angel,” he said. “Heading home?”

  She blushed even more, thinking of where she was really going, and simply nodded, not daring to speak lest she betray her innocent image to her boss.

  “Good, good. Your birthday is Thursday, isn’t it?”

  “It’s Wednesday, actually,” she said.

  “Oh, right. Well, we have a custom of taking employees to dinner for their birthday, so let me know where you want to go.”

  She smiled and nodded, unable to keep from blushing. Dr. Don smiled as she turned and grabbed her purse, waved good-bye, and walked out the front door of the office. She stepped off the sidewalk, then, remembering the directions she had printed out, she turned quickly and nearly collided with Dr. Don as he stepped out of the office.

  “Oh, sorry, Doctor,” she said. “I forgot something.”

  He smiled and held up a piece of paper. She blushed again as she saw the directions on it. “Is this it?” he asked, handing it to her.

  Angel nodded, taking the crisp white paper. She folded it in half before placing it in her purse.

  “Yes, thanks,” she said.

  He flashed a charming smile at her, winked, and said, “Stay out of trouble. See you in the morning.”

  Angel watched as he turned and walked back into the building, the glass door swaying closed behind him. She turned and made a dash for her car while checking her watch. It was ten after five. She had agreed to meet the man at six.

  She wanted time to touch up her makeup first. Pressing the button on her key to disarm the alarm, she slid into her little white car and set her purse on the passenger seat, then shut the door, snapped on her seat belt, and started the car. In 15 minutes she was in her apartment, rummaging through the bathroom drawers looking for her favorite lip gloss. Cherry Glimmer.

  She drew the glistening ball across her lips, giving them a glossy sheen, with a touch of red. She brushed out her hair, pinned half up and back in a neat little bun, and buffed her largest makeup brush over her face with a little powder to take away any shine. She turned off the light, grabbed her purse from the sink, and walked quickly to the door.

  On the freeway, she turned on the air conditioner. Though it was a cool day, she felt hot. A mixture of excitement and fear filled her stomach. She turned on the radio as she tried not to think. The freeway was jam-packed, and it took her more than 30 minutes to get there with all the traffic.

  By the time she got to the hotel, she was shaking. She parked and sat and smoked a cigarette as she stared at the entry to the front desk. She finished the cigarette and was about to turn on the engine and leave when there was a knock on her passenger window. She jumped, startled out of her thoughts, and looked up at the man at her passenger window. She recognized him from his picture.

  He smiled, opened the door, and sat in her passenger seat. He said, “Hi.”

  She smiled nervously. His smile turned to a grin. “Ah, yes, nervous as well, I see,” he said. “Well, you came farther then the last three women I talked to. None of them made it to the hotel.”

  She tried to give a pleasant laugh, but it sounded a bit choked. He was better looking than his picture let on. He also exuded a kind of confidence she hadn’t expected from a man posting the kind of ad he did.

  He smiled, and as though reading her mind said, “Ah, you’re wondering what I was thinking, posting that ad. Well, you answered it. What are you doing reading and answering those ads?”

  She couldn’t look him in the face. Staring at the dashboard mileage counter, she muttered, “Curiosity.”

  “Ah, we have something in common. Why not admit it? The danger turns you on.”

  She blushed, admitting to herself, though not out loud, that yes, the danger was exhilarating, and gave her an odd sense of freedom. Her smile told him her answer.

  Their conversation continued for several minutes. Talking about the danger, risk, and excitement of doing something so utterly irresponsible. I won’t get into the details. Those details aren’t why you’re reading. You’re wondering: Does she or doesn’t she?

  Well, after a few minutes of such talking, he leans back and begins unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

  She sits silently and watches him, naive, shy, and curious all at the same time. His right hand slides into his open jeans, dark eyes watching her, watching him. Her heart rate increases, beating in her chest like a drum. She watches as he draws it free. Her breath catches. It’s beautiful. Long and thick, ridged in its hardness.

  She turns in her seat, pulls herself up, curls over the emergency brake and quickly has her mouth on him. Her cool, wet lips surround his swollen head, and he leans back against the car seat with a groan. His hands slide over her shoulders, pulling back her hair so he can watch her.

  Her oral fetish kicks in, and she slides her hungry mouth down on him, pressing him into her throat. She drools with desire, fucking her mouth with him. Her head bobs up and down, and his fingers lace in her hair. He pulls her down onto him, and she moans sweetly. She licks the underside of his shaft.

  His free hand slides down to squeeze her breasts through her shirt. Now she wants more of him. She leans forward more, giving him better access. Her knees are pulled beneath her on the driver’s seat. His breathing speeds up, his body shuddering with each stroke of her mouth on him.

  She moans against him, and he comes. Hot come splashes in her mouth, running down her chin and neck. He makes a small cry when he comes, his body going stiff, and she smiles. Ah, the power of making a man come. So intoxicating.

  She waited until his cock stopped twitching, and she drew away, smiling. His mouth was still slightly open, panting, as he slid back into his pants and buttoned up.

  “Whoa,” he said, and she smiled, blushing.

  —A.F., Los Angeles, California

  She Was a Shy Virgin, Until He Showed Her What She Was Missing

  I’m a 25-year-old married man, completing my Ph.D. at a major university. I live in a residence hall for graduate students, and last semester the room across from mine was occupied by two female students just starting their master’s degrees. One of them was a girl named Lorna, a gregarious, sociable girl who was openly gay. The other, Mira, was from India, a gorgeous 22-year-old, around five feet five, with beautiful brown skin, big eyes, high cheekbones, and jet-black hair. It was hard to tell about her figure, as she usually wore baggy, unrevealing clothing, but I had the feeling that it was just fine.

  My wife was spending a few months in England on a field study, and as the weeks went by I gradually got to know the girls across the hall better. Mira was friendly, but shy and withdrawn. I found out that she was from a traditional Indian family who clung to the old ways, particularly concerning courting and ro
mance, which required parental supervision. At least once a week Mira received a visit from her parents or some female relative, the purpose of which was to make sure that she was working hard, and still firmly under the social control of her family.

  So it was no surprise to me to learn from Lorna that Mira was a virgin who knew almost nothing about sex. Nevertheless, in spite of her shyness, I had the impression that Mira was more curious about such things than she let on. From the occasional remark she made, I gathered that she wasn’t too happy with the way her family guarded her. And from time to time I would notice her glancing surreptitiously at guys who happened to be walking by, and even checking me out on occasion. I was horny as hell with my wife being away, and I began to wonder how I could take advantage of this interesting situation.

  One Friday night, when I knew that Lorna had gone home to visit her family, I shaved and showered and, around nine o’clock, went across the hall and knocked at Mira’s door. When she answered I was surprised to see that instead of her usual unrevealing costume, she was adorned in a simple sleeveless white cotton dress that just covered her knees. Her golden-brown skin blazed against the pale white of the dress. Her legs were lithe and supple, and her rack jutted forward proudly. I felt my cock already starting to harden.

  Mira must have sensed my reaction to her appearance, because she looked down at the floor for a moment, her eyes evading mine. I said I thought she might be lonely with Lorna gone, and that we might have a cup of tea together. I saw her hesitate, and I knew that being all alone with a man was not something her parents would approve. But finally she smiled and invited me inside.

  As she was putting the kettle on, her cell phone rang. From what she said I could tell that the call was from her mother, and after a moment she excused herself and took the phone into her bedroom.

  I knew I shouldn’t, of course, but I confess I got quietly up and moved to listen at the bedroom door. It didn’t sound like a fun call. I could tell that her mother was giving her the third degree, with Mira wearily reassuring her that she was being a good girl, as though this was a routine she had been through many times, and one she was thoroughly sick of. I realized that this would be the time to make my move. I decided on a very bold move indeed, one that would either shock her into going with her natural instincts, or get me banished forever. I figured it was worth the chance.

  When I heard Mira finishing her call I waited for a minute, then knocked softly on the door and opened it, poking my head around it to peek in. Mira was sitting on her bed, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. She was definitely not happy.

  “Hey,” I said. “You look kind of down. Want me to cheer you up?”

  She smiled sadly. “Sure,” she said. “How can you do that?” Then her jaw dropped in stunned amazement as I swung the door open and walked into the room stark naked.

  While she stared I just stood there, looking straight at this gorgeous 22-year-old virgin, who was obviously fascinated with having a naked male in front of her. Shocked as she was, she couldn’t keep her eyes off my frame, and she caught her breath as my cock quickly rose to its full, thick eight inches.

  “We can stop whenever you want, Mira,” I said. “It’s all in your hands.”

  When she didn’t move I walked over to her, took her face in my hands, and started to kiss her wide mouth. She was frozen, not moving a muscle. I kissed her eyes, then her forehead, and when I returned to kiss her lips again, she hesitantly began to kiss back.

  I lifted her arms and placed them around my neck, then straightened up so that she rose with me. I caressed the back of her neck, then ran my hands down her torso. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer, relishing the feeling of her tits against my chest. Mira gasped as the head of my cock pressed into her tummy.

  Then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, this time on her back. She made a little sound, but said nothing else, just lay there looking up at me.

  I lowered my body on top of her. With her beneath me and my cock pressed into her thigh, I started to kiss her again. When my right hand slowly traveled to her chest and started to caress her breasts, Mira gasped, then cautiously began to run her hands through my hair. Through the fabric of her dress I could feel the hardness of her nipples, and was surprised that she was obviously not wearing a bra. She began to kiss me harder as I continued to softly caress those full tits.

  After a moment I moved my hand down her body to trace the line of her hips. Mira’s body tensed, and then relaxed as my hand slid over her groin and moved to stroke the backs of her knees. Breaking the kiss, I moved my mouth down over her luscious frame, kissing her nipples through her dress. Again I slid over her crotch and moved down to her legs. I slowly began to kiss and lick the insides of her legs, just above the knees. I could tell that she was enjoying the sensation when her hands started to run through my hair again.

  Very slowly now I moved my mouth farther up along her inner thighs. I could hear her breathing rapidly now. As my mouth rose I moved the hem of her dress gradually upward, slowly exposing those sleek, lovely brown legs. I licked and sucked her smooth skin until the dress was over her hips. The sight of those sleek golden thighs and hips, bisected by her tiny white panties, is an image I will never forget.

  When I experimentally licked her crotch through the material of those thin panties, Mira began to pull away, but then she gave a little moan and relaxed again. Her breathing sounded as though she was running a marathon as my tongue moved upward to graze the spot where her clitoris would be. I heard her cry out, and her body trembled. I teased her, moving my tongue back to the folds of her vagina. She arched up at me then, as if in supplication, so I moved back up. She cried out again, her pelvis pressing into my face. I continued caressing her pussy through her panties with my lips and tongue, her hips bucking, pushing her groin into my face again and again.

  “I’m so wet,” Mira moaned when I finally raised my head. She was right; her panties were soaking from her juices and sweat. The scent was intoxicating, and I was in heaven. I’d broken in virgins before, but this girl was so ripe for the plucking that lust was screaming through every cell of my body, and I had to keep reminding myself to go slowly.

  When I tried to remove her panties, Mira protested weakly. Hot as she was, she was still hesitant about lowering the last barriers to the fulfillment she so obviously craved. I assured her gently that she was in complete control, and that I would not do anything she did not want me to do. With this reassurance she lay back and allowed me to pull the panties down her legs and off.

  I knew she was apprehensive, so I stayed clear of her pussy for the moment. I lay beside her and we kissed and cuddled for a bit. Then I rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her back. I massaged her shoulders and arms, then worked my hands down her back and kneaded the muscles of her tight ass. She tensed up at first, then started to enjoy the feeling. I lifted the hem of her dress, exposing those smooth, golden ass cheeks. I kissed and licked them both slowly. Mira’s breathing was becoming labored again, and she was squirming slightly on the bed. I continued to fondle her ass, but when I ran my hand down the crease between her supple ass cheeks she tensed up again.

  Moving my hand away, I told her to roll over again, and she did so, realizing only at the last minute that her rucked-up skirt now exposed her naked pussy to my gaze. Swiftly she tried to pull the hem of her dress down, but before she could do so I bent down and planted my tongue between her vaginal lips, which were already swollen with desire.

  “Wait!” she panted, and I forced myself to stop. I withdrew my tongue, but kept my mouth close to her crotch, so she could feel my hot breath on her pussy. “Oh, God!” Mira moaned. “Oh, yes, do it. Do it…”

  And I did it, kissing the sweet folds of her flesh, licking her hole, loving the taste of her salty skin and her juices. Her breathing was hoarse and erratic, and her chest was heaving as I licked the walls of her vagina, then started northward with my tongue in search of her sweet spot. Two secon
ds later my tongue encountered the little bulb of flesh, and Mira’s hips bucked. Her hands grasped at my hair, and she tried to say something, but the sounds that came from her were unintelligible. I tongued her clit slowly at first, as she writhed with pleasure. I increased the tempo bit by bit, and soon she was rubbing her slippery pussy nonstop into my face.

  At that point I paused and told her to take off her dress. She hesitated a moment, but just barely. Then she practically tore it off, looking back at me boldly. I was stunned. She had the most magnificent tits that I had ever seen, full and firm, with nipples the size of thimbles.

  When I could speak I told her to raise her knees and press the soles of her feet into the mattress, which she did at once. Then I told her to place the palms of her hands on her breasts, and leave them there. As she did that I replaced my mouth and tongue on her clitoris, and very soon I had Mira in a frenzy of ecstasy. She was rubbing her tits feverishly, hips thrusting, totally consumed by her own pleasure. Then suddenly she froze, her eyes going very wide as she had the first real orgasm of her life. She screamed as waves of pleasure crashed through her over and over.

  If I wanted to fuck her it was now or never. I moved up her body, pausing at her tits to suck on her hard nipples, then moving on to plant a kiss on her moaning mouth. Mira kissed me back enthusiastically, and then gave a start as she realized that the head of my cock was now nuzzling the lips of her soaking pussy.

  Her body froze, and I looked into her eyes, telling her that I had had a vasectomy, so there was no chance of her getting pregnant, but that it was totally her choice. As I was talking I used my left hand to guide the throbbing head of my shaft in gentle circles over her moist vagina. I could tell that this action was having the desired effect. Her pelvis started to oscillate in rhythm with my motion. I kissed her again and gently pushed about an inch of my cock inside her. She started to say something, but when I rubbed my dick against her clitoris her words turned into moans of pleasure. The moans got louder, and there was no more resistance as I slid gradually into her opening, an inch at a time. It took several minutes, but at last my cock was fully engulfed by her tight wet pussy.