Up until about a year ago I had never even seen a copy of Penthouse Letters.

I was introduced to it by Rob, a guy I had recently started seeing. Rob seemed to me to be the sexiest man on earth. He could drive me wild by just standing there, and I would soak my panties just from thinking about him. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes, and a beautiful tan to match, along with full shoulders, strong legs and a great ass, not to mention a cock that was at least eight inches long.

Rob brought an issue of Penthouse Letters over one night so I could check it out. He suggested that I read the letters, because he thought I would really enjoy them. I was kind of embarrassed and told him I thought that kind of magazine was just for men, but I finally said I would take a look at it. After Rob left that night I did look at the magazine, and found myself reading several of the letters. As Rob had suspected, they did turn me on, and I had a hard time getting to sleep that night.

The next night I went to bed just after midnight, and was just starting to doze off when the phone rang. It was Rob. When I heard his sexy voice, I was immediately turned on. He asked me if I had read any of the stories from Penthouse Letters, and I told him I had. Then he said he wanted me to read one of the letters to him over the phone. I said I didn’t want to do that, because I knew I’d never sleep afterwards. He asked me why, and I told him that if I did I would probably be dreaming about him all night, and wouldn’t be able to sleep. I told him I’d had trouble getting to sleep the night before after getting aroused by his damn magazine. Rob laughed and asked me to tell him all about my dreams, and about what I had done when I couldn’t sleep. He said he wanted a detailed description.

By this time my heart was racing and my breath was coming fast. I started rolling around on my cool sheets. It felt good, but not as good as what was about to come. As I started telling him what I had done and felt the night before, Rob told me to relive it in my mind, and to do it again as I told him about it.

I began by dragging my nails lightly down the insides of my thighs. I then caressed my legs, shoulders, abdomen and breasts with my hands, while describing my actions to him. When I started rubbing my clit, Rob told me, “Stick ‘em in. Stick your fingers in your pussy.” I heard myself give a little moan as I did that. “Slide ‘em in and out,” Rob said then. “And imagine it’s me. Do it harder. Faster. Pull ‘em almost all the way out, then ram ‘em back in!” As I followed his instructions, he asked me if it felt good. I said yes, but that it wasn’t the same as the real thing. He then told me he was masturbating also, and I could picture him with his hand around his giant cock. “Put a finger on your clit,” he ordered. “Now put another one up your pussy.”

“Oh God, it’s so tight!” I whispered, “I wish you were here. It’d feel so good!”

“Imagine it’s me,” Rob told me. “Imagine it’s my dick inside you. How many fingers you got up there?”

“Three,” I whimpered.

“Put in another one,” he said, and as I did that I started trembling. I was soaking wet, and suddenly I was coming and coming. It felt so great! I had never finger-fucked myself like that before, and listening to Rob’s sexy voice made it even better. I wanted him so badly I ached.

When I finished coming Rob said, “Okay, babe, I’m just about to come too. Picture me coming.” This got me excited all over again, and I started sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy once more. I did it faster and faster, rocking my hips, and then I was coming again. Over and over. I could hear Rob breathing harder. “Hold on, baby!” he cried, and then groaned repeatedly as he finished.

It was as fantastic as a fuck over the phone can be, but a part of me still longed for the real thing. I asked Rob if he could come over so we could do it in person, but he just said, “See you tomorrow, babe,” and hung up.