Penthouse Letter “Stepping out”
I guess I should start by describing myself. I’m 29 years old, five feet six and 120 pounds, with long blonde hair. I have a tight body, due to a rigid workout schedule. I’ve done some modeling and commercials, including a mattress commercial for a top brand. I was the sexy blonde they want you to think you’ll end up in bed with if you buy their mattress.
I’ve been told I’m really attractive, and I get lots of attention when I’m out. The thing that really gets me noticed is my double-D breasts. They give me back problems sometimes, but they really turns the guys on, especially when they find out they’re real. Every guy I date can’t wait to get his hands all over them. Even when I’m out in public, someone always wants to touch my tits, women as well as men sometimes. I don’t really mind; it makes me proud to think that they turn people on, and I usually let them feel them. The guys I’m with generally don’t mind. They especially don’t mind when a girl gives them a workover while she’s kissing me.
About five years ago I met this amazing man at a business conference in Philadelphia. Barry was smart and handsome, and had a great sense of humor as well as a great body. We hit it off immediately, and spent all our spare time together. He lived there, and I lived in San Francisco, but after the conference we kept up the relationship via long phone calls and stolen weekends in his city or mine, or somewhere in the middle. Barry was just getting over a very long-term relationship, which had ended the week before we met. I’m no prude, but I didn’t want to be the rebound romp in the sack, so we didn’t make love right away.
I do like to suck cock, however, so I would go down on him as often as we could find an opportunity. Like everyone else, he loved to grab and suck my tits. He’d also tit-fuck me and give me a "pearl necklace." And he would go down on me with his amazing tongue, which repeatedly sent me over the edge. During the three months after the conference, we only got to spend four weekends together. At my insistence we continued to refrain from actually fucking, satisfying ourselves with the activities I’ve just mentioned. When we were apart we had a lot of fun with phone sex. I loved to hear him breathing heavy over the phone as he played with his cock. As for me, I would slide my vibrator over my clit and up my cunt, talking dirty to him until I came…Read the rest of the story at Penthouse.com