Letter to Becky

Hello, my dear,

Sat down to write a note to you, and it turned out to be more of a book. Hope you don’t mind.

I truly loved our time together. I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t think about you or the time we spent in the Greensburg apartment. Greensburg certainly wasn’t a place where I wanted us to spend our lives, but the apartment you found us was delightful. I can’t help thinking that the few people who lived around us and had the right view into our apartment windows must have spent hours watching us; I’m sure we put on a few x-rated shows for a very select number of viewers.

I also know that knowing that didn’t stop us. In fact, there wasn’t much that stopped us from enjoying each other. If I remember right, the first thing we usually did when we got home was take a bath. We would help each other off with our clothes, and head straight to the bathtub. We always cleaned the tub first, and I loved watching you. You would sit back on your legs on the floor while you cleaned, and you always looked so incredibly sexy. Every once in a while, when I couldn’t wait to get in the tub to touch you, I would sit behind you, rubbing your back, and making sure you felt my hard cock poking you from behind. Occasionally, we couldn’t wait any longer and we would push ourselves together until I entered you and we would make love right there on the floor.

Usually, however, we waited until we got in the tub because we enjoyed that time together so much. We would wash each other thoroughly. I loved touching you, washing your back, your legs; and it was such a turn-on to know you loved letting me wash your butt, your breasts and tummy, your pussy. You would smile while I cleaned you and usually, you would hurry me along so you could get to me. But I wasn't in any rush to finish with you. I loved to taste you. I wasn’t very good at it, I know now, but I loved to lick your ass, suck on your clit, and sink my tongue into you. You always looked, tasted and smelled like heaven to me, and I couldn’t wait to have my face between your legs or between your cheeks. But the tub wasn’t the easiest place to get access to you. In fact, I remember one time moving to the sidewall of the tub and laying on it while you squatted over my face … now, that was pretty wonderful. Then you would turn to me and begin to wash me … my back, my arms and legs, my ass and then you would spend a significant amount of time on my now-hard cock. Once you washed me thoroughly, you would typically rinse me off and take my cock in your mouth. I can still remember how it feels to have your lips wrapped around me, my cock deep in your throat. I’ve never felt anything so good, before or since.

I’m pretty confident we usually came in the tub, partly because we were so intent on cleaning it every time we got in, but also because I remember that once we got started, there was no stopping us.

We would dry each other off, continuing to play, and then head out to the couch (a box spring and mattress on tires, ha, ha). We would lie there together, watching TV or talking, touching each other, kissing. Those were some of the most wonderful times I’ve ever had, Rebecca. I’ve never felt so loved; I’ve never felt like I meant so much to someone. And what man could have asked for anything more than the most beautiful woman in the world lying there right next to him? You were/are the sexiest woman I have ever known.

It wouldn’t be long before the situation would get the best of me, and I had to have you again. You always seemed to be so much more patient than me. You could just lie there and be content. I, on the other hand, would get so worked up that I had to have you. It was just bigger than me. You were much too tempting.

I would again start to touch you, climbing on you while you lay on your tummy, and begin your massage. I would usually start at your neck, rubbing and massaging, working my way down your back and your lovely ass. You knew I was excited because, of course, my hardon was rubbing up and down the crack of your butt while I rubbed you and as I moved lower, I always made sure the head of my cock rubbed on your legs and left little trails of precum. I loved touching you and I loved looking at you, and you have one of the nicest butts I have ever had the pleasure of touching. I had to be careful at this point, because what I really wanted to do was taste you, lean over and slide my tongue around and in your cute little ass. On the other hand, I wanted to wait, to make you even wetter; I wanted to spend more time looking at you. So I continued on, but not without spending a little time teasing you. Next I moved my hands to the back of your legs and the inside of your thighs. I wanted you to feel my hands brush past the hairs on your pussy so that you knew I was painfully close to you, but I wasn’t ready yet to touch you. I moved down your legs, massaging your gorgeous calves and your feet. I spend plenty of time on your feet because I know you really enjoyed that, and because it was nice to have you play with my cock with the toes of your other foot. It wasn’t long before I started moving back up your body, this time trailing kisses all over you.

I’d kiss your feet, your calves and the back of your legs. I’d kiss up your thighs and, pushing your legs apart with my head, I’d kiss as close to your pussy as I could get without actually touching your beautiful lips. I’d kiss your ass, spreading your cheeks and licking your asshole, pushing my tongue against it and loving your taste and smell. Then I would continue up your body, kissing and licking your back, your shoulders and your neck.

Then it was time to turn you over … I’d kiss your face, your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your ears. I’d spend a long time on your face because I simply loved kissing you. It was always hard to stop. Often, I’d lower myself down to your neck and breasts, and I’d have to return to your lips because I missed them so much. Speaking of breasts, yours are so lovely. They always have been. I love to kiss and lick them. I love to suck on your nipples and hear your low moans. That was probably the best part of our lovemaking … immediate feedback. I always knew what you enjoyed because you let me know right away.

I’d start down your tummy, licking and kissing, taking my time, making you wait, and knowing what a delight this was going to be. I’d kiss and lick down along the sides of your pussy, down your thighs, but it was hard to get any further. I loved everything about this … how you looked, how you smelled and how you tasted. I loved the fact that your clit got slightly swollen and I wanted to be sure to give you as much pleasure as you did for me. I would lick up and down your pussy, spreading your lips apart with my tongue, sucking on your clit and hoping so hard to make you feel the pleasure I intended.

I don’t remember ever making you cum this way, but I can tell you I absolutely loved using my tongue on you. I would push my face as deeply as possible, lapping up your juices and licking all around the inside of your pussy. I adore you, my love and my cock is so hard now I could explode.

You would allow this to go on until you needed to do the same to me. You would usually grab my face, and pull it to yours, kissing me deep and hard and long. Then you would begin touching and kissing and licking on me.

I’ll leave with those thoughts, sweetie, and know that if, after reading this, you need some private time to “release your frustrations,” I’m off to do exactly the same thing.

I miss you