Dear Bob,

I’m at our campsite. I decided to come yesterday, and tried to get ahold of you.  I am so looking forward to you getting here – I have been dreaming about so many things we’re going to do.

I was going to just send you this in an email, but I know how much you enjoy getting handwritten notes.  So, I’m sitting at our camp table just outside my tent, topless, writing this out in long hand.  Then I’ll scan it with my phone and send it as an attachment.  Of course, by the time you read this, you’ll already know most of that because you had to open the attachment.  You not being here has me all frazzled.  Me being horny as hell doesn’t help either.  And I’d much rather be holding your cock than this pen.  Your cock is so much nicer and warmer and so responsive.

John came out with me yesterday and helped set up the tent.  You remember him – he and I have been good friends since I was in high school.  He’s taught me so much over the years.  I was hoping that we might include him in a threesome – maybe a few?  Just an FYI – he is not bi, so he won’t be trying to “get” you.  I’ll be the only one being “gotten” by you and him – unless, of course, you have decided to bring Mary.  Is she coming?  I think she might enjoy herself.

Like I said, I’m sitting here topless.  I just came back from a hike with John – we took a bunch of pictures.  We stopped, and I enjoyed the scenery – every inch of it. It was hard but enjoyable.  I wish you were here. 

I got all sweaty bringing in the last bundle of firewood – those smudges I circled were caused by a few drops of sweat dripping down my breast and falling from my nipples.  Each nipple has contributed a few drops to this note.  I’m so horny imagining that you are under me, playing with my breasts, drying them off, and sucking on them. My nipples miss you – I miss you.  I want to have you right here, right now, so you can suck my tits and I can suck your cock.  That always invigorates me – your cum is like a special tonic.   I will have to settle for John – he does alright, but it's you I think about when anyone sucks on me.  It’s you I think about most of the time whenever I have sex.  I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.  BTW – John must have been working on his diet recently.  He tastes great.  I hope you’ve been watching what you eat.  We talked about that last time – you were going to try and eat more fruit and drink less beer.  Either way, you’re delicious, but you know me – I like to experiment.  John has not been inside me this trip – yet.  He’s been strictly and completely above the waist – for the time being.  Hurry – I’m so tempted, but I’m saving “myself” down there for you.  I can’t wait for you to fill to overflowing.

Back to Mary – she told me she knows about our little occasional flings, and she’s mostly OK with it because she knows you’re happy when I’m around.  The last two or three times I’ve been to your house – the times that you thought my coming was your idea?  Mary is a smart cookie and has no problem planting a suggestion in your head.  She called me and let me know that you were going to call, and asked me to keep the date open.  She said you’d been “in the dumps” lately, and she wanted me to come and help “put a smile back on your face”.   And she always has to leave the house because she needs something at the store.  She was giving us a little time together.  I don’t know if she knows how often my smile IS on your face, and the kind of smile your tongue puts on my face.  She confronted me once after I’d given you what I thought was a discreet blowjob.  Apparently, some of your cum was on my collar, and she noticed – I don’t know how THAT happened.  You know I love to swallow it and not let a drop go to waste.  Anyway, Mary said she might like to watch us together.  I was embarrassed, but I’d suspected that she suspected for quite a while.  She actually wiped the cum off my collar and licked it from her finger, smacking her lips.  She laughed in a sad sort of way, saying that now she and I had shared you.  She looked directly at me and said that maybe she’d like to watch sometime, and maybe get in on it with us.  What do you think about that?  I looked back at her and said, “Share a BJ?  Or a threesome?" She responded with a wry smile, saying she hadn’t had a threesome since college, just before she broke up with a guy and met you.  That was a surprise. Are you up for that?  I think it would be fun.

I think you must know that I’ve always considered you to be a special friend – and I hope we’ll be good friends and lovers for a long time.  We can’t have a public relationship – your daughter has no idea about us.  I was so tempted to tell Sara when she and I were roommates at BU.  I remember the first time we were intimate – I’ll never forget how shocked I was for an older man to push every one of my buttons and ring all my bells like you did.  I looked forward to every visit.  My Dad has told me lots of stories about him and when you were roommates in college.  One night after a few too many glasses of wine, he told me about that girl you knew who loved being spit roasted by the two of you.  Can we do that – you, me and John?  I know something about some of the girlfriends you’ve had, and wish I could have the chance to know the twenty-year-old Bob.  Don’t get me wrong – the sixty-year Bob is a lot of fun and surprisingly capable of lots of physical activity.  I love it when you’re inside me.  I like to think that I’m one of the very lucky girls that have gotten to really know you.   Someday, I would enjoy hearing some of the exploits and adventures you and my Dad had.   I’ll share some of mine, but you’re a different generation and you might be shocked, although I have learned over the past couple of years that there is pretty much no limit to what you’ll do.  Your attitude towards having a bi guy in a threesome has always made me curious – have you ever even just sucked on a guy for a few minutes -  or had another guy even stroke your dick?  You might find it enjoyable, and it doesn’t mean anything negative about your prowess with me.  I’ll never push you – you’re a perfect lover just the way you are.  But you have such a strong negative opinion of it – maybe you had a bad experience once in a threesome?  We can have a few glasses of wine and you can tell me about your girlfriends while I suck on you.  I wish you could walk up to me right now.  I’d open my mouth for you and that delicious snack you always have available.

Love you, and can’t wait to see and feel you!  I’m sending you a scanned copy of this.  Call me if you want, or video chat!  I’d love to see you and have some video sex time before you get here.

So, anyway, I’ve just been rambling on and on, and I have actually enjoyed writing this note.  John has wandered over, and by the looks of his boner, he wants to do more than just to say “hi”.  It looks like he needs a little tlc. 

Say hi to Mary (if she knows where you’re going) – but please try to bring her!

Love You.

Erin

(btw – this smudge (the one in my signature line) is not breast sweat.  It is from John.  I'd better take care of him before he makes a real mess of this note.)