My lover was out of town for the holidays, so I could either be depressed or enjoy myself. I went to the bottom drawer of my desk for the letters she has written to me. The very erotic ones are marked with a special sticker. My erection parted my robe before I had read a single word.

She is very special to me. Small, perfectly proportioned, full breasts, warm smile. Very shy … or so I thought until I got her in bed. She is a vocal and very adventurous lover. I was supposed to pick her up at the airport in two days, but for the time being I had her letters and my hand on my erection.

I leaned back, feeling the heat of the fire and seeing her over me. She is holding my arm and sucking my nipples. My hips thrust my erection against her. She grabs my hardness. Her face lowers to mine, but she dodges my kiss.

She smiles and slithers down my body. She has wedged my cock between her firm breasts under her camisole. She is smiling at me as her hands close her breasts around me. She slowly slides up and down as I slicken the channel. I am thrusting my hips against her. I am making her very wet. She has something else in mind as she pushes me down firmly.

She quickly lifts off her camisole and hooks her thumbs in her bikini briefs. My eyes are riveted on her perfect breasts, her erect dark nipples. Her hips gyrate as she slides out of her panties.

She throws a leg over me, showing me her purple, pouting lips. Her finger parts her moist need as her eyes chart my reaction. My dick bobs and weaves, begging for attention. She is so wet. She thrusts her hips toward me, opening her lips as she strokes herself. Her hand circles around my throbbing erection, gliding over its length. She smiles as she licks the head, tasting salt.

Her hand slides down the length of my pole, finally cupping my balls gently. Her mouth circles the tip and her tongue swirls. She slowly takes more and more of my length until I feel the tightness of her throat. Her mouth opens as she slowly swallows my throbbing dick until her nose is buried in my pubic hair. God, what a feeling. I groan as I watch her rise, gasp for air and slowly engulf my throbbing rod again.

Meanwhile her hand is busy probing her own need. She is moaning and she quickens her pace on my prick. My balls tighten. I feel the fire rise up from deep within. I stiffen.

My hips jerked as the door opened and come jetted over my chest. She was smiling down on me. I tried to clean myself up as she lowered herself to me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

She ran her fingers through the mess on my chest. “I left early.” She leaned down and kissed me. “I missed you too.&qrdquo;

“Damn, I’m sorry. I … ” Her finger on my lips silenced me. “It’s just as well. I need some sleep. Not for long. But I need to rest.” She grabbed my cock, kissed the tip and licked off the white drop she squeezed out.

“See you in bed,” she promised. Gracefully rising, she left a trail of clothing to the bedroom.