I am writing this letter to “Forum” in the hope that one woman in particular will read it and want to reprise one of our escapades.

This woman loves to fuck, and screams when she comes. She is the loudest lover I’ve ever been with. We’ve had many opportunities to be together, from the East Coast to Hawaii, and she’s always been ready to act out our fantasies, especially when they involved secret exhibitionism and quasi-public sex. It was in Hawaii that she first amplified her passion with prolonged cries of lust, as I slipped my cock deep into her hot pussy. If she reads this, I know she will remember that first encounter, along with the pounding on the wall from the next room.

The experience I really want her to recall was a weekend on the East Coast. We were attending one of a daily series of committee meetings. During each break she was aggressively pursued by several of the male participants. Evidently she thrived on such attention because she made no effort to discourage any of

it. Once when I was lucky enough to catch her alone, she told me of the time she’d been involved in a threesome, and other stories of her sexual adventures. At the end of one day, four of us, including two of the men who were coming on to her, went out to eat. Throughout dinner I took advantage of several opportunities to run my hand up her thigh, and vividly imagined what I hoped the rest of the evening would be like.

When the four of us returned to the hotel each of us went to his or her own room-but I quickly made my way to her suite. I easily reached underneath her flowing dress and removed her panties. She told me not to bother looking for a bra because she wasn’t wearing one. We made our way to the couch, kissing passionately. I ran my hand over her small, firm breasts and between her silken legs.

On the couch I took in her naked body from her breasts to her calves as she arched over me. I ran my hands up over her tight bottom, and along her stomach to her breasts, her nipples pressed against my palms. Then I leaned down and kissed her stomach just above her patch of dark, curly pubic hair. Pulling her wet pussy to my mouth, I began thrusting my tongue into her slit. She smelled and tasted wonderful, and my lips became smeared with her juices. She let out a low groan and squatted on my chest, pressing against my mouth, rocking her hips, opening up for me to suck her clit while I firmly held her ass with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other.

After a while I lifted her off my chest and stripped off her dress. As she unbuttoned my shirt I slipped my fingers into her pussy. When I was naked and fully erect, my cock hard as steel, I carried her to the bed, pulled down the covers, and stretched her on her back. As soon as she spread her legs I slipped my throbbing tool into her warm, wet cunt. She immediately began to make noises as I pumped my cock into her pussy, her wail beginning as a low rumble, then building to a piercing shriek. I covered her mouth with kisses and thrust my tongue between her lips to muffle her cries. Finally my orgasm started at my toes, ran up my legs, and ended in my balls as I sent several streams of jism into the depths of her vagina. Still firm, I continued to slide in and out of her pussy, eliciting more screams and whimpers as multiple orgasms rippled through her body. Before I returned to my room we kissed and made plans to be alone together the next night.

During the next day of meetings we acted professionally distant. Although she flirted with her admirers, she told them she was not going to dinner with the group. Neither was I, of course. The restaurant she and I chose was reasonably dark, so I slipped off a shoe and slid my foot up under her dress and between her legs. Much to my delight, she welcomed it by opening her legs wide enough for me to reach her panty-hose-covered pussy. Then she clenched her thighs and gently rode my toes. We stopped now and then when the waiter brought drinks, menus, and served courses.

After dinner we moved to a connecting lounge, and I suggested she go to the ladies’ room and remove her panties, which she did. Later I sent her back to the rest room to take off her bra. When she returned this time, we danced in the crowd and I caressed her ass and put my hand down the front of her dress to feel her hard nipples. It gave me an incredible erection, into which she ground her pussy.

We ended the evening with a cab ride to several historic stops. In the cab I reached under her coat, unbuttoned her dress from neck to hem, stroked her breasts and nipples, and slid some fingers into her sopping pussy. We left the cab a few blocks from the hotel. Before we went in, she opened her coat and totally exposed herself to me. When we got on the elevator she stood back and opened her coat again. I feasted on her beauty while I unzipped my pants and extricated my cock.

As soon as we reached her room we were instantly out of our clothes. I threw back the covers and dove onto the bed, rolling onto my back. She was right on top of me, sucking my cock while massaging it with her hand. I was losing myself in the soft wetness of her mouth. Soon I told her I wanted to be inside her; straddling my hips, she lowered herself onto my vertical shaft. She slid down onto it until she could press her clit against my pubic bone. She likes this position because she can get off so many times without making quite so much noise. I couldn’t tell you how many times she came in that one instance, but she continued to ride me so long after I came that my jism ran out of her pussy onto my balls and thighs.

My reason for hoping you’ll print this is that I am living near her now. Though she has married, divorced, and remarried, I hope she wants to see me again as much as I want to see her. I would love to watch her suck my cock until I take her to bed to fuck her and, just like the old days, kiss back her screams during her many wild orgasms.