How to begin describing those episodes in my life when Nick,
our friendly SysOp, should have been around with his camera to
record scenes for posterity?
     Perhaps by starting with a letter that arrived before
Thanksgiving from a former coworker/lover named Linda, my partner
in so many of those episodes:

"Dear Max,
     "This letter may be a surprise to you, but I'm trying to re-
establish contact with people who were significant in my life.
I'm sorry that the channels between us were closed when I moved
to the coast 5 years ago and hope we can reopen them.  Or at
least some of them; your after-work visits for bourbon and, uh,
and ... would seem to be precluded by distance (although if
you're ever on the coast for business, I'd be happy to help you
mix in some pleasure).
     "My job is going fine -- lots of challenges, lots of
responsibility, good pay and a great staff.  The personal life is
less so: You may have heard from mutual friends about my marriage
and the divorce less than a year later.  Those things happen.
Now it's just the dogs and me.
     "Obviously there are a lot of things I miss since moving
here -- old friends ... and lovers.  You taught me so much about
life, and love, that I'm just now beginning to realize how much I
owe to you.  Or just now beginning to admit it to myself.
     "We were pretty good together, and I regret losing that.
Remember how you used to say we could get rich if we could bottle
and sell whatever it was that made me cum so easily with you?
And redouble our fortune if we could package and sell the way I
used my mouth and hands on you?  I never said it, but we could
also have made a fortune if we could have marketed your
enthusiasm and inventiveness (kinkiness?) in bed.
     "There have been men since you, obviously -- before and
after the brief marriage (yes, and during it as well) -- and I
may tell you about some of them in subsequent letters (assuming
you want to renew contact).  But none of them got to me the way
you did.
     "Remember our first date?  The way you had me cumming as
soon as you licked my tits.  How juicy my pussy was with
anticipation long before you pushed that thick cock into me and
made me cum, and cum, and cum.
     "Whew, for an ardent feminist, I'm sure talking about you as
though you were meat, aren't I?  Probably because so much of our
relationship was centered between our legs, focused on that
gorgeous cock I loved to suck, on your tongue exploring my pussy,
on the feeling of that dick pounding into my cunt until I thought
I couldn't cum anymore (until I came again as you kept on fucking
me).
     "Remember produce nights, when you'd fuck me with a banana
or a cucumber?  Remember the fantasy jar and acting out our
secret desires?  Remember those steamy phone calls when you'd


tell me what you wanted to do to me and had me stroking my clit
until I'd scream in your ear? ..."

      The letter went on, but you get the idea.
     Linda is several years younger than I.  She's only
moderately attractive, her best facial features being a turned-up
nose and gray eyes that seem to hold infinite wisdom and infinite
desire.  She has stunning legs and a terrific ass, regularly wore
jeans that seemed to show her pores.  She favored silk blouses
that clung nicely to her tiny, braless tits and  pert nipples
that were apparently always erect.  Her strongest points, though,
were ones I didn't discover until we began seeing each other
after work.
     Until she moved from this Midwestern city, Linda and I were
both supervisors on the night shift at a mid-size manufacturing
company.  We got to be friends as part of the bonding that goes
on between people who keep hours that are at odds with the
"normal" world.
     Our first date came while my wife was away on a week-long
business trip.
     No need to bore you with a dinner that was marked mostly by
light chatter.  She invited me in for a nightcap when I took her
home afterward, and we sat on the couch sipping bourbon.
     She sat closer to me after she refreshed our drinks, kicked
off her shoes, and curled her legs beneath her.  At first, I
discounted as accidental the light pressure of her toes, which
soon brushed against my thigh.  But as the pressure grew
steadier, I realized Linda wanted more from this evening than
friendly chatter, just as I did.
     I pulled her against me and felt her mouth parting eagerly
as I kissed her deeply.  My hand moved to press against her
breast through her soft blouse and she shuddered ever so
slightly.  Next I reached under her blouse, feeling the heat of
her flesh, of her breast nestling into my hand and her taut
nipple denting my palm.
     She was breathing heavily now and leaned back as our lips
disengaged.  I pulled up her blouse to gaze at those tiny
treasures, then bent forward to lick a nipple.  When my tongue
touched that tingling tip, she exploded!  I couldn't believe it
-- she was cumming just from having her tit licked!  Needless to
say, I did more of that, pressing my face against her, taking
each tit in turn entirely within my greedy mouth, nibbling and
sucking those hard nipples.  And she kept cumming.
     Soon I helped her to her feet and led her to her bedroom,
where we quickly undressed and fell onto the bed.
     My cock was hard and throbbing with heat as it rubbed
against her firm thighs.  She reached down and grasped it with a
death grip as I resumed licking her tits and she resumed her
orgasms.
     And then my tongue was moving away from those hard, spiky
little nipples, moving over that flat belly, moving down to


tickle those soft thighs. Then back up to those swollen cunt
lips, dripping with the sweet juices of her constant cumming.  As
my tongue found her clit, her moans became a crescendo.
     "Nobody's done that befo-o-o-ohre," she managed to say, her
hips churning against me, pushing her fragrant cunt hard against
my nose.  My fingers desperately sought to enter her and hold her
still enough to keep her clit within tongue range.  It was non-
stop orgasm as I thrust two, then three fingers into her and
began finger-fucking her as I sucked that sweet button that stood
so erectly out from between her cunt lips.
     How long this continued -- how long it could have continued
-- I cannot tell.  In the end my practiced tongue gave out from
exhaustion.
     I pulled myself up the bed, grabbed her hips to elevate them
and plunged my dick into her sopping pussy.  Another scream,
another frenzy of hip thrashing welcomed my dick as I began
pumping with slow, deep strokes.  I wish I could say that she
yelled for me to fuck her harder, but she only moaned wordlessly
as I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and rammed my cock in
to the hilt.
     Finally the cum began boiling from my balls.  Another deep
shove and my juice was spurting into her sopping cunt.  Need I
add that that sensation sent her into one final orgasm as my cock
began to wilt inside her?
     We cuddled for awhile, each telling the other (truthfully)
that it was the best sex we'd ever had, then fell into a blissful
sleep.

NEXT: LINDA LEARNS TO SUCK
  How juicy my pussy was with
antici