Letters to Penthouse XXII (30 page)

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BOOK: Letters to Penthouse XXII

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In the early seventies I had the most bizarre and memorable sexual experience of my life.

I was thirty-two, and had just gone through a divorce the previous year. As any divorce knows, your sex life turns to extremes of feast or famine when you’re single again. I was going through one of the famine stages when my friend Johnny called and said his wife’s best friend from high school, a flight attendant from a nearby city, was coming to stay with them for a week. He asked if I’d like to go out with her when she arrived.

Although I never liked being fixed up, I consented. The second day their friend Lilly was in town we all got together at my friend’s home for dinner and drinks. Lilly and I got along well, and we talked until about eleven. Lilly didn’t kiss me good night, though, and I thought I’d probably never see her again.

Much to my surprise, however, Johnny called two nights later, a Thursday, and asked if I wanted to accompany him and his wife and Lilly to an X-rated movie at a local theater, He said the place wouldn’t be crowded on a Thursday night and that the odds were good no one there would recognize us. I said sure.

On the way to the movie house I sat in the back of my friend’s car with Lilly, noticing how young she looked for twenty-five, how beautiful and innocent her face looked and yet how conservatively she was dressed. She wore a girlish pink top, and a knee-length skirt. Her clothes fit well, but sure didn’t show off her figure. The only hint of adventure was in her orange nail polish. It was February and it was cold. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose or heels, preferring just a pair of dark blue flats. With the exception of a pair of earrings, she wore no jewelry. She stood about five-foot-four and weighed, I guess, about one-fifteen.

Our conversation in the car was again polite and general. I couldn’t help wondering what was going through her mind on her way to an X-rated film. I knew what was going on in my mind.

At the theater, we took seats in the middle of a vacant row. I sat on the right, with Lilly to my left, then Francesca, Johnny’s wife, with Johnny to her left. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness—the only light being that cast from the projection booth to the screen—I saw only about six other people in the theater, one couple near the back and four men sitting by themselves in various rows well removed from us. The nearest person was about six or seven rows away.

The movie on the screen left nothing to the imagination. I don’t know what transpired in the film before we arrived, but as we seated ourselves the lead male character was making out heavily with his girlfriend, feeling her up all over and slowly undressing her. Whoever had directed the film didn’t hurry with the scene, preferring to concentrate on the foreplay before the man eventually stripped the girl naked and started fucking her. The foreplay portion of the scene took about ten minutes, and I noticed that all four of us were totally absorbed in the action on the screen.

None of us had spoken a word when suddenly Lilly leaned over and whispered to me, “I’ve never come by playing with my breasts. Would you help me off with my coat?” I did a double take, wondering if I had imagined what I thought she’d just said. She was looking me in the eyes, however, and our faces were only an inch or two apart. She bent closer, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said softly, “Please hurry.”

After I helped her out of her coat her hands roamed up and down her breasts for about thirty seconds. Then she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t pull her blouse out of her skirt, preferring to leave it tucked in but open to the waist. She played with her breasts again, moaning softly to herself, then unhooked her bra, one of the new (at the time) hook-in-the-front models.

Her bra fell to either side of her rib cage, revealing two of the most beautifully shaped breasts I’d ever seen. They were size 34D and were perfectly shaped. Each rounded mound sloped upward, and they were capped with the biggest nipples I had ever seen. Slowly she tweaked each beautiful brown bud between her thumb and index finger, pulling and twisting until each nipple extended at least an inch. She continued to squeeze her breasts and to roll and twist her nipples for a full five minutes, breathing harder with each passing minute.

As she continued to turn herself on, she slowly slid down in her seat until her back was on the cushion, her head resting at almost a forty-five degree angle on the back of the seat, her legs spread and her knees braced tightly against the seat in front of her. In the process of sliding down in her seat, her skirt had slid up to a little above mid-thigh.

Her breathing changed to deep gasps, and her beautiful nipples crinkled to a seemingly impossible stiffness and length. Lilly suddenly closed her eyes, turned her head into the armrest of the seat, grasped the top of the seat in front of her with both hands and moaned, “Make me come. Oh, please, make me come.”

I promise you I wasted no time—and neither did Francesca, who was sitting and witnessing Lilly’s antics from the other side.

Francesca zeroed in on Lilly’s breasts and nipples, pulling and tugging and nibbling to her heart’s delight. I went to work on Lilly’s pussy, which she raised in the air, her hips gyrating. I pulled Lilly’s skirt up to her waist, and much to my surprise discovered she was not wearing panties. I slipped two fingers up to the last knuckle in her throbbing cunt, while pressing my thumb against her erect clit. She came almost immediately, soaking my hand.

I continued working my fingers into Lilly as she began a multiple orgasm, her moans growing louder and louder. Soon Francesca switched her tactics on Lilly’s breasts from gentle to exuberant, tonguing and flicking the rubber-hard nipples at lightning speed. Each time Francesca sucked, Lilly arched her back off the seat cushion, moaning loudly, her rib cage and hollow stomach becoming all the more pronounced. She seemed to delight in the combination of breast and pussy attention, coming repeatedly, juice gushing almost continuously from her excited pussy.

The picture of her on the theater seat, in the throes of sexual passion, has never left my mind, even though it’s been almost twenty-five years since then.

Johnny, no longer able to contain himself, grabbed Francesca and started emulating the foreplay scene in the movie.

I brought Lilly to another orgasm, my left hand tweaking her nipples while my right hand continued to do its thing with her sopping wet cunt.

After a brief cooling-off period she sat upright in her seat, pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. I noticed, though, that she’d left her bra unhooked.

Without anyone saying anything, we all got up and left the theater. We went to Johnny’s car, which was parked in a secluded area of the movie house’s parking lot. We didn’t drive back home for more than an hour—but that’s another story.

Alas, watching X-rated movies in the privacy of your own home on your own VCR just doesn’t seem as exciting as it did two decades ago in a nearly vacant movie theater.—
L.K., Akron, Ohio

THE SEX IS UNBELIEVABLE … AND EVERY WORD IS TRUE!

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