A couple of months ago, I wrote a letter to Penthouse about my experience in San Francisco with two gorgeous sailors during Fleet Week last October.

Well, after getting fucked senseless and loving it, I made plans to spend my Memorial Day holiday in New York for Fleet Week.

It had been three years since my last trip to the Big Apple, and, wanting to make the most of Fleet Week, I’d arrived in New York on Thursday night, dropped my bags off after checking in at the Marriott in Times Square. Then I made a beeline for the first bar on my list. I’d done my research and knew where to find the sailors.

The place was thick with tourists and sailors alike. I looked around, trying to decide what I was in the mood for. Then I spotted them — a guy and a girl at the bar — or rather they spotted me, which wasn’t all that difficult. I was dressed for the 90-degree heat in a hoochie dress, thong, and a pair of strappy sandals. It was actually the girl who smiled at me first. She and the guy had on their summer whites — like most of the sailors in the bar — but there was something about this girl that got my heart racing. She was tall and slim with a beautiful tan and exotic-looking eyes. The guy she was with was no slouch either, but he didn’t notice me until she said something in his ear. I smiled and she waved me over. A couple of beers later and we were getting along like old friends.

I invited my new pals, Jillian and Sam, back to my room at the Marriott. I suggested we pick up a couple of pizzas and some wine to take with us — my appetite can be quite fierce after a long bout of sex.

As soon as we were in the room, Sam said, “Why don’t you two kiss?”

It wasn’t like I hadn’t made out with a girl before, and I was attracted to Jillian — I just hadn’t done much more than kiss. But hey, it was Fleet Week, and as far as I was concerned, a girl in a uniform is just as sexy as a guy in one.

I felt a surge of excitement as Jillian pulled me close and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed slowly at first. Then, as we began caressing each other, the kiss grew deeper and hotter, our tongues exploring the depths of each other’s mouth.

I was so into Jillian that I completely lost track of Sam — until I felt another pair of hands pull my dress up and then palm my ass. I felt the hard length of Sam’s thick cock slide between my buns, leaving a wet trail of pre-come. I pushed my ass back against him, wanting to get the most out of that hot glide, as Jillian and I continued kissing and moaning. It was good, but I needed more — I needed Sam’s cock in my pussy.

Turning my head toward Sam, I said, “I need you to fuck me — now!”

Sam pushed me down on the bed and started to undress.

“Leave your uniforms on — for now,” I said.

Laughing and giving me a salute, they both said, “Aye, aye, Ma’am!”

I ended up on my knees with my face buried in Jillian’s cunt, with Sam fucking me doggie-style. I don’t know how many times Sam fucked me to orgasm while I licked and sucked Jillian’s pussy. With Sam’s deep, rhythmic thrusts driving me to tongue-fuck Jillian, my face was wet with the juicy proof of her ecstasy.

When Sam finally came, I felt the hot spurts of his ejaculations deep within me as his hard body jerked against mine.

Surrounded by two hot bodies and lots of heavy breathing, I managed to sit up enough to take off my dress and pull down my thong.

“Permission to remove our uniforms, Ma’am?” Jillian asked.

“Permission granted, sailors!” I said, laughing. Then I gave each of them a salute before helping them strip so we could fuck some more.

When we’d exhausted ourselves, we gobbled up the cold pizza and passed around the wine. Then Sam ordered up some porn on the TV, which led to more fucking before we finally ran out of steam.

I spent the remainder of my vacation sightseeing with my two sailors during the day, and fucking them at night. Nothing beats Fleet Week!