I have wanted to write this letter for years, but had to keep the memory to myself.

Now that I’m divorced, I can happily share it with my fellow Penthouse readers.

It was when I was working as a night manager at a 24-hour drugstore. A sexy young woman named Jasmine worked the same night shift. She was an attractive brunette with a tight little body, beautiful tits, and olive skin. We came in contact with each other only a few minutes at a time, but we took full advantage of it by flirting every chance we had. Our strong sexual attraction for each other had not gone past the talking stage when, much to my surprise and joy, Jasmine took things to the next level.

One night we were talking in the back of the store, and Jasmine suggested we go up to the manager’s office. As soon as we entered it, Jasmine said that it would be a great place to have sex. We locked the door and immediately began kissing and exploring each other’s body. Within the next few seconds I had pulled Jasmine’s dress up to her waist and was kneading her firm ass while she massaged the rising bulge in my pants. I told her she could have it any way and any time she wanted. She said, “I want it now, and I want it in my mouth.” With that, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

That was the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship. Jasmine and I enjoyed each other for the next couple of years, fucking and sucking at every available opportunity. Sadly, I lost track of her, but would love to get in touch with her again. She loved reading “Forum” letters, so I know she will see this one, realize it was I who wrote it, and, I sure hope, try to locate me. Call me, Jasmine. Let’s do it again.