This story begins in the latter half of the 21st century with two children looking through a family scrap book. In it they find a bundle of letters and three envelopes stuffed with human hair. The first two envelopes clearly contain women's hair, for it's quite long. One is almost strawberry or reddish-blonde and the second, a much larger amount, is brunette. The third envelope is full of dark auburn hair, although it is much shorter than the others. The children think they may must be from a man's head but the adult woman with them recognizes it as a woman's pubic hairs. The children ask her to tell them the story behind the hair and the letters. She takes them on her knees and, as they hold the scrapbook between them, she begins to tell them the family legend.
'It all started way back around the end of the last century,' she said. 'Your Great Granddad Steve (you remember me telling you about him?) was searching through the university computers one day for an important report that his new assistant had been responsible for preparing. When he got into her files, . . . what? Yes, dear, back then they had to save the data in files, not like today. Now stop interrupting and let me tell you the story.
Anyway, he was looking in these files and accidentally discovered these letters that she'd written to a friend. When he saw what they were, he printed them out . . . I told you to stop interrupting, honey. Yes. They hadn't invented the neural transfer process yet, that's right. So, he printed them out on this very paper you see here and showed them to his wife. Do you remember her name? I showed you the picture of her last year? Linda! That's right, dear.
Now, why don't you children read the letters and when you've finished I'll tell you what happened after Linda read them, alright?
Dear Sharon, Wed. November 6, 1996
I'm just writing you this brief note to tell you everything is going better than I planned. I've decided that instead of my Ph.D., I'm going for an Mrs! Steve is all you said he was and more! I can't thank you enough for intervening with him to get me your old job working in his office. He and I hit it off right away and we've had a few good times, but just as you warned me, there are a couple of problems. You certainly didn't underestimate his feelings for Linda and (although I didn't believe it at the time) your instincts about his secretary Lisa were right on too!
It's taken a while, but I finally have a plan to solve the latter problem without even getting my own hands, or my fingernails, dirty. The other day Lisa went to try out a new health club next door to the campus that was offering free one day memberships. A couple of us went along and while she was showering I got into her locker and stole her bra and panties. (You were right, they're even bigger than mine but only just). This afternoon I'm going to plant her bra in Steve's car where I know Linda will find it. The panties I'll use later if I need to.
I guess that wasn't a new thing for Lisa, having her undies pinched, because after a short search, I saw her shrug and dress without them! If you could have seen her, you'd know why she can wear those lightweight bras - hardly any sag despite her size! It was fun walking back to the office with her because it was an unseasonably warm day and everyone was staring at the two of us. I guess to be more accurate, I should say they were staring at the 4 of us, because I didn't wear my bra either. I'd never miss a chance to show her that although hers maybe *slightly* bigger, I'll go 'nose to nose' with her in a comparison. The poor little cunt was so oblivious, though, I doubt if she even noticed!
Anyway, Steve and Linda have invited the office up to the cabin for the Veteran's Day weekend and that's when I'm going to make my move. The whole gang is going, so I hope to see fireworks. You remember Reggie, the big black guy that works in the basement? I'm taking him as my date. With all those big, black muscles stuffed into a speedo, all eyes will be on him. Even in my bikini, I should be able to walk around without any of the women noticing me - and a couple of the guys either, if I read the signs right!
Got to go now but I'll write again soon and let you know how it's going,
Love Ginny
Dear Sharon Fri. November 8, 1996
Yikes! That Linda is one spirited bitch. She must have found little Lisa's bra in Steve's car this morning because she turned up in the office at noon to have lunch with him and she was looking daggers at Lisa. (Don't ask me how she knew it was Lisa's - even you are not THAT dense). I was watching to see what she'd say to her, but that Linda's a cool one. She ignored Lisa for the first time since I've been working here and went right into Steve's office. I hung around and tried to listen, but only heard snippets of their talk.
The parts I did hear were mostly her telling him that if he couldn't keep it in his pants he might wake up one morning without it. A few minutes later she stormed out all red in the face, again she pointedly didn't say anything to Lisa although she nodded curtly to me as we saw each other in the hall. Everything seems to be going according to plan so far. My only concern was that Steve might cancel the party this weekend, but it's still on, so it looks like I still have my hands on the wheel.
I'll write you Tuesday morning as soon as I get into the office where I can use the computer. I'll let you know what happened and if things worked out as planned.
Love Ginny Dear Sharon Tue. November 12, 1996
What a weekend! As you expect in these situations, things didn't go exactly as I planned, but it looks like it will work out to my advantage anyway. Here's all the dirt about the wonderful things that happened at Steve and Linda's party this weekend. It was even better than I imagined - I'll call you this weekend and tell you more about it, but I couldn't wait to give you a report.
Everything was surreal, Linda was stalking poor Lisa all afternoon and the little gal had no idea what was wrong. (I guess Steve either didn't have the rocks to tell her, or Linda had forbidden him to speak to her, which now that I know Lisa as well as I do, is probably what it was.) Linda wanted to deliver her message in person - if you know what I mean!
I arrived early and Reggie caused quite a stir as you can imagine. A couple of women told me it was a 'mistake' to bring him, but when I told them about his huge dick they seemed to understand. Hmmmm. While Steve and Linda were taking care of some last minute things, I went up to the cabin to use the loo. Once inside, I sneaked into their bedroom and rumpled the bed covering, even bouncing on it to leave the nice imprint of a woman's butt. I arranged Lisa's panties on the floor beside the bed, carefully leaving a little showing so Linda would see them the next time she went in to use their bathroom. Just to be sure she didn't miss it, I had written Lisa's initials on the tag. Perhaps obvious, but Linda's no rocket scientist either.
We were all down by the lake playing 'chicken' (you know, where the girls ride on the guys shoulders and try to pull each other down?). Reggie and I were whipping butt when I saw Linda come storming out of the house carrying the panties. Showtime! While she and Steve argued on the deck, I challenged Lisa and Rick to fight. He was all for it since the last woman had almost gotten my bikini top off (I should explain that under the rules if a woman bared her opponents breasts it was an automatic win!) and he figured I was getting tired since I'd won about 20 times in a row.
Rick lifted her up and waded into the water as I whispered to Reggie that we were dumping this one. He wanted to win, but I promised him a better show if we lost so he went along with me. Lisa had on a VERY low-cut strapless suit that left her breasts exposed right to the edge of her aureoles. It was a light blue that showed off her strawberry hair quite nicely. We started to spar and I reached out and kind of slapped her breasts with my right hand and nearly popped out her tit. She gave a little yelp when I hit her, always a good sign that she's sensitive there. Suddenly, she reached out her right hand and shoved her fingers down the front of my suit and pulled. I had deliberately left myself open for this, but I hadn't wanted her to gouge four long scratches on my chest either. She didn't seem to be the least bit sorry and she pulled and tugged until my tits came out of my suit winning the match for her. Her eyes were sparkling as I climbed down from Reggie's shoulders and took my time, untying my top and retying it to give everyone a long look at my own breasts which I felt were are a match even for Lisa's.
Linda came walking up and stared daggers at Lisa. 'Get over here you little tramp,' she said waving Lisa's panties at her. Lisa either didn't recognize them or perhaps she never expected to see Linda holding them. I quickly suggested to Linda that she ought to have Reggie carry her into the lake where she and Lisa could talk while they chicken fought. She grinned and muttered, 'Good idea.' She hopped up on Reggie's broad shoulders and he waded out towards where Lisa and Rick were standing. Linda was wearing a pretty sexy strapless one-piece, cut high at the hips. It was navy with a bright diagonal stripe on it. Although it looked quite daring, I could see it fit well and I knew Lisa would have trouble pulling it down in spite of the way it appeared.
I just stood there with my mouth open. In spite of my planning, I couldn't believe it was actually working! When Linda reached Lisa, the busty blonde saw the expression on Linda's face and I could see she looked worried. I couldn't hear everything Linda said, but just about everybody else must have heard every word, because her face was bright red as she screamed at the busty blonde. With no warning, Linda's right hand shot out and connected with the side of Lisa's head. Her head snapped back and she nearly fell off of Rick's shoulders, but he caught her by the thighs and pulled her back up. When she settled herself, the blonde's expression had changed from fear to anger.
Rick and Reggie moved together, bringing Linda and Lisa within reach of one another. Linda leaned out and grabbed a handful of Lisa's long reddish-brown hair with one hand and began to twist her wrist to strengthen her hold. From where I was standing on the shore, I could hear Lisa's scream and for a second her hands went to her scalp to relieve the searing pain in her head. But then she changed her mind and raised both hands to Linda's head and got a double handful of her long brown hair. Using two hands gave her a lot better control and she shook the brunette from side to side as they both screamed insults at the other.
It didn't take Linda long to realize that using one hand wasn't such a bad idea because it left her other hand free and she used it to attack the blonde's huge breasts. Linda raked Lisa's chest and pulled her suit down off of one breast. If it were a normal chicken fight she'd be halfway to victory, but this was no ordinary contest. Once she bared Lisa's tit, Linda went wild, her hand flailing at the bare skin and criss-crossing the pale flesh with angry red scars as her long nails peeled away the outer layers of Lisa's smooth skin. Lisa tried one last time to unseat Linda, hoping it would bring relief from the tit-torture she was receiving, but Reggie had his big arms wrapped around Linda's thighs locking her tightly in position.
When Linda shifted her attack to Lisa's covered breast and pulled off that cup down as well, the blonde knew she had to change her tactics. Lisa let go of Linda's hair and grabbed the brunette's breasts in both hands and squeezed, digging her fingernails into the older woman's soft flesh and bringing a loud shriek of pain from her lips. With a quick downward motion, Lisa not only pulled Linda's suit down, but left eight neat, parallel scratches on her once flawless breasts. Linda threw back her head and wailed as blood began to run down her white skin. Her attack on Lisa's breasts had only inflicted superficial damage, but the blonde's well-manicured nails had dug deep and the scars they left would take weeks to heal.
As Linda reeled back with her eyes full of tears, her hand came away from Lisa's head and along with it, a handful of reddish-blonde hair. Both women were crying from the pain, but neither was willing to let the matter end without the satisfaction of standing over her opponents beaten body. Linda kicked Reggie the way a jockey spurs a horse and snarled, 'Get me at that bitch!' Reggie, aroused by the sight of Lisa's huge pale breasts, didn't have to be told twice and he surged forward until he reached Rick who was more concerned about Lisa's condition than another attack and failed to react in time. The big black man reached out underwater and grabbed Ricks trunks at the waist, making it impossible for he and Lisa to escape.
Linda snapped out her left hand and grabbed Lisa's hair again, twisted her head to the side as her right hand, raked Lisa from her left ear to the point of her chin. Lisa didn't flinch, however, flailing away at Linda's pretty face with both hands, scratching her cheek, neck and cutting her left ear with a stray fingernail as well. Both women's faces were bleeding and several of the men rushed forward to stop the carnage before someone suffered a severe injury to their eye from the flashing nails. Just as the men reached the fighting women, however, Reggie tripped Rick and as he fell, Lisa leaped from his shoulders and grabbed Linda around the neck. Both women tumbled into what was (for them) chest deep water.
The came up spitting and sputtering, but immediately resumed their battle, crashing together breast-to-breast, each with her fingers buried in the hair at the back of the others head. The wrestled like that for several minutes as the on-lookers tried to decide whether to break it up. Finally, Linda dropped her arms and grabbed Lisa around the hips. With a loud grunt, she lifted the blonde out of the water, flipped her over and shoved her face-first beneath the surface. Lisa's feet kicked the air as Linda held her deep under the dark water. It didn't take long before Lisa's legs began to slow in their kicking and three men rushed to separate the two combatants before Linda drowned the blonde.
They pulled Lisa up by the hair and one of the men hit her in the back a couple of times. She gasped and sputtered, coughing as Rick picked her up and rushed her to shore. Linda screamed at the embarrassed men, furious that they'd broken it up. 'You should have let me kill that man-stealing slut,' she screamed as she tried in vain to pull up her top but the seam was torn and it hung around her waist. In time, she gave up and started wading ashore with her hands covering her breasts, Lisa was sitting up in the sand rearranging her own suit and venting her anger and frustration on poor Rick. 'I don't know what kind of a wild hair that bitch has got up her moldy old cunt,' she said, 'but nobody is going to scratch my boobs and get away with it. Get outta my way!' She stood up and marched resolutely down to the water's edge to confront Linda with her suit hanging off her hips. She stopped when Linda was still 10 feet from shore in thigh deep water.
'Hey you freakin' cunt,' Lisa screamed, 'get your sorry ass up here. I'm gonna finish re-arranging that ugly face of yours.' Linda looked up in surprise and then she smiled that little smile of hers that always meant trouble for someone. This time, it was Lisa. The men scrambled toward the shore to get the best position to view the scrap between their topless brunette hostess and her husbands busty strawberry-blonde secretary. Lisa didn't wait for Linda to reach the shore, she waded into the water and they met while they were knee deep in the water. They didn't say anything, just stopped and stared for a moment at the other, assessing the damage they'd already inflicted and deciding on their next target.
For Lisa it was easy. With Linda's suit around her waist, her full breasts with their medium dark aureole and hard nipples just begged to be attacked. She already had at least eight deep gouges that were still trickling blood in addition to the numerous scratches on her face and neck. Linda didn't care that she was bare breasted, her only aim was to hurt Lisa and hurt her badly. If she had to accept more pain to accomplish her objective, so be it. Just as they were about to fight, however, a scuffle broke out in the audience. In spite of themselves, both women turned to see what was happening.
Reggie had his arms wrapped around Rick and was holding him with what seemed to be ridiculous ease. 'Let me go dammit,' Rick said, 'I've got to stop her.' Reggie merely tightened his grip, 'Jes' let `em fight mister,' he said gently. 'They's gonna do it sooner or later. Might's well be now whilst everyone's here to stop it if it gets outta hand.' While Reggie was following my orders to keep Rick from interfering, I caught up to Steve who was on his way down from the barbecue area. I got in front of him and blocked his way. 'Where you going in such a hurry stud?' I asked in my best little girl voice. 'They said Linda and Lisa got into a fight,' he huffed. 'Jeez, Ginny, did you see what happened?'
'Just a couple of wildcats settling a territorial dispute. Look, I've been in that kind of fight myself and the worst thing you can do is try to stop it. Especially since it's Linda and Lisa.' He looked at me and I could see he had no idea what was going on. I suppressed a giggle as I told him, 'Think about it. If you stop it when Linda's winning, she'll accuse you of protecting Lisa. If you stop it with Lisa's winning, Linda will say you didn't give her the opportunity to come back and hurt Lisa. Either way you lose. Besides, if Lisa's winning and you pull her off before they're both satisfied it's over, you'll not only have a pissed off wife, but a pissed secretary too. Take my advice, let them get it out of their system and fight until their both satisfied they've done all they can. Hell, they'll probably be best friends again in a couple of hours anyway.'
While Steve mulled over my advice, Lisa and Linda had gotten down to business. When the distraction of Reggie and Rick's scuffle ended, Linda was still wondering what the hell was going on when Lisa struck. She grabbed a handful of Linda's hair to hold her in place as she slapped the brunette back and forth across her hard nipples. The sensitive nips immediately swelled as the tiny capillaries beneath the skin ruptured from the succession of hard slaps. 'Yikes!' Linda yelped as she squirmed in Lisa's grasp and tried to turn her body to shield her chest from Lisa's attack while she figured out how to retaliate. She reached up and grabbed Lisa's wrist and turned, pulling the blonde's hand from her head, losing another handful of her hair in the process.
Now that she had Lisa's arm, she kept spinning until she was behind Lisa and levered the arm up between the little woman's shoulder blades in a hammerlock. Lisa rose onto her toes in a futile attempt to relieve the pain in her arm as Linda reached around and grabbed a handful of Lisa's suit top. She jerked it down to her waist and the secretary's big, pale breasts flopped out into view as several men gasped in appreciation. She grabbed a handful of blonde hair and began to shake Lisa's head from side to side as she pinched her breast.
Linda was in complete control now. All Lisa could do was grimace as she put pressure on the blonde's arm and started to talk about how she was going to teach the 'husband-stealing hussy' a lesson. Lisa's face was getting flushed from the exertion and I could see Lisa was frustrated by her inability to do anything as Linda continued to taunt her. Frustrated, Lisa started to cry. Seeing she had the Lisa completely demoralized, Linda decided she was going to teach the busty homewrecker a lesson she'd never forget.
Linda released Lisa's arm and pushed the blonde to her knees but when she fell, she rolled so she landed on her back. Linda stared down at the women and for a split second she must have felt a pang of envy at the sight of Lisa's big breasts. Linda enjoyed teasing her husband Steve by 'confronting' Lisa and other women, comparing her own full breasts to theirs. This time, however, that was unnecessary - anyone with a pair of eyes could see Lisa's breasts were not only larger, but the younger woman's were far superior to hers as well. That knowledge only enraged the brunette further, if that was possible.
'You think all you gotta do is shake those titties at Steve and he'll fall at your feet? Well, lemme tell you cunt, yours may be bigger, but mine are a hell of a lot better than those udders of yours. You look like a fat cow wallowing there on your back, you cheap slut.' Then she kicked Lisa in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of her. 'Let's see what other goodies my Steve's been getting into,' Linda raged as she grabbed Lisa's suit and worked it down over her full ass and her thighs to her knees, exposing a lush growth of long, strawberry-blonde pubic hair. Lisa tried to grab her suit, but she had to sit up to reach it and when she did, Linda kicked her square in the right breast knocking her back down.
Linda then began to kick poor Lisa in the breasts, digging her toes into the soft flesh of the blonde's breasts over and over. Lisa tried to cover her tits with her hands, but there was just too much and Linda found openings. She landed kick after kick on the sobbing woman's proud breasts. Lisa had thought the fight was over when Linda put her down, but now she realized that there were worse things than losing a fight and being humiliated in public was certainly one of them. The next time Linda's foot came down, she grabbed the brunette's ankle and twisted it. Linda, off balance and unprepared for any resistance fell heavily on her butt as Lisa rolled over and got to her knees while still holding Linda's foot. Linda had to roll onto her side or risk having her ankle broken.
Lisa tried to get to her feet, but it was impossible with her suit around her knees. As she reached down to pull it up, Linda scrambled to her feet so Lisa had to forget her modesty and kicked off the suit. They circled, the bare-breasted Linda and the naked Lisa, each of them breathing heavily from the exertion, but neither willing to let the matter drop until it was finished. Linda suddenly leapt at Lisa, grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down. They fell with Linda on top, but Lisa raised her knee and the brunette landed right on it, knocking the breath out of her. As Linda rolled on her side clutching her stomach, Lisa rose and approached her with a wicked gleam in her eye, 'Turnabout's fair play, slut.' She grabbed Linda's suit and tugged at it as hard as she could, trying to work it over the writhing woman's full hips and round butt.
Despite Linda's struggles, Lisa managed to get the suit off of Linda before she caught her breath as the crowd moved closer to get a better look at the two women's sweating bodies. Linda had been given a few minutes respite while Lisa wrestled with her suit and just as she got Linda's suit to her ankles, the brunette sat up and once again lashed out with her nails at Lisa's big tits. Lisa screeched in pain, but instead of backing away, this time she dove on top of Linda with her own claws bared. The two women rolled on the sandy beach scratching, clawing, punching, slapping and cursing for what must have seemed to them like hours, although it was in fact only minutes.
Linda centered her attack on Lisa's big breasts with an occasional southern trip to tear out a handful of her reddish-blond pubes while Lisa concentrated her attack on Linda's thick pussy hair. Both women were nearly exhausted when Linda managed to roll over and catch Lisa's neck between her thick thighs. She clamped down on the leglock for all she was worth and grinned when she heard the strawberry-blonde grunt as her chest was squeezed. Lisa's face was flushed and as she kicked her legs in an effort to escape, Linda clawed the inside of Lisa's thighs with her nails. Lisa screeched as Linda ripped out clumps of pubic hair and tore at the soft flesh.
Lisa was desperate and she finally did the only thing she could do under the circumstances, she bit Linda just as hard as she could. The only place she could reach was that small area of skin located between Linda's asshole and her pussy. An hour ago, just the thought of putting her lips there on any woman, let alone her bosses wife, would have turned her stomach, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Linda felt Lisa's face moving near her pussy and she grinned. 'Go on and lick it, bitch,' she yelled. 'Do a good job and maybe I'll let you go.' When Lisa closed her teeth on the sensitive skin, Linda's eyes widened in shock, unable to comprehend at first what had happened. Then she began to scream in pain as her legs fell open. Lisa didn't let go at first, grinding her teeth together until she tasted Linda's blood in her mouth.
Then she rolled over and gulped the sweet fresh air into her burning lungs. Both women lay on their backs gasping for air, their once beautiful bodies covered with blood, sweat and sand. Linda tried to push herself up on her elbows, but she collapsed and lay still, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. Likewise, Lisa lay unmoving except for her bleeding breasts which shook as her body spasmed in pain. Finally, Steve and Rick pushed their way though the crowd and knelt beside their stricken wives, took them into their arms and, with some effort given the women's weight, picked them up and carried them back to the cabin.
Rick carried Lisa to one of the guest rooms and Steve put Linda on their bed in the main bedroom. The two men met in the kitchen when they were getting water to bathe the women's wounds and exchanged glances that showed neither knew what to make of what had happened. They found the medicine cabinet which had several different types of ointment and antibiotics for their cuts and scratches. Rick tended to Lisa's wounds, but after a few minutes Steve was called away to take care of some crisis in his role as the host. I was lurking outside the bedroom and as soon as he came out, I offered to take care of Linda.
The poor woman was really hurting, she hadn't even known I'd entered the room, so I picked up the ointment Steve had been rubbing on her cuts and scratches. 'Here Linda,' I whispered in her ear, 'let me help you feel better.' Linda moaned at my light touch as I slowly spread the scented oil on the scratches on her back. I massaged my way down to her ass cheeks, then slowly ran a finger along the dark crack of her ass. I could feel the heat coming off of her body and I knew what she was feeling. I'd been in quite a few fights in my time and they always left me feeling horny as hell whether I won or lost.
Linda sighed and shifted her weight as she opened her legs to expose herself so I could take care of that little area between her asshole and her pussy where Lisa had bitten her so cruelly. I fought the urge to laugh as I ran my hand underneath and touched my middle finger to the bottom of her slit. She sighed and even lifted her hips to make my job easier. It was all I could do not to push my hand all the way right then and there, but I had to be patient if this was going to work.
'Why don't you turn over,' I said, 'and I'll get the rest of those. Some of them look pretty bad.' After a moment's hesitation, she rolled over clutching her towel to her chest. 'I can't do anything with that in the way,' I said as I pulled the towel out of her hands and dropped it on the floor. She blushed, but closed her eyes and lay back.
I started at her feet, massaging them hard as I slowly worked my way over her calves and along the scratches on the inside of her thighs. She was badly scratched around her pussy, and there were bare patches where Lisa had ripped out whole handfuls of the hair. It was a perfect excuse and I took it. As I ran my palm over her mound, I spoke in a low voice, telling her what a beautiful body she had. 'You must be very proud of it Linda, any woman would. It's a shame about all these scratches though. There's another one here.' I slowly moved a finger downward from her belly button to the fringe of hair above her pussy. 'And another one there.' I lightly flicked the sensitive skin high on the inside of her left thigh. I saw her wince at my touch, but her legs spread a little more at my insistent pressure on her leg. 'And all these places where she scratched your puss. Oh, my dear, it's so sad to see such a lovely puss in this condition.'
I squirted a large pool of ointment on her puss and began to massage it into her flesh. She gasped and murmured, 'Ahhhh! Oh Ginny! That feels so good.' It was embarrassingly easy, I must admit. She allowed me to stroke and finger her until she exploded in a powerful orgasm. Her back arched and she threw back her head and moaned as she clutched the tabletop as she tried to catch her breath. She looked around for the towel, but I brushed her hands away. 'No, you still need some more disinfectant on these wounds.' I worked on her breasts until I could see the pain on her face caused by how hard her nipples had become. Then I worked my way back to her pussy again, only this time I was going to make the little slut work for her next orgasm.
I ran my fingertips around beneath the lips of her labia and then on to her clit. I flicked it with my fingertip and then pulled back a bit. Her hips rose to meet my fingers and I slowly pushed them back in a little. I felt her tighten her muscles and I wiggled my hand to let her know what it felt like. Then I pulled back again. After a while, she got the idea. I was going to hold my open hand at the entrance to her pussy, but she was going to have to raise and lower her hips to make it work. She kind of whimpered and then with a sigh, she started to hump my hand. I held my hand above her and closed my eyes as I listened to her soft ass slapping the tabletop until I felt her legs closed on my hand as she climaxed.
When she caught her breath, the red-faced woman quickly covered herself with a towel as I babbled inanely about the weather or whatever else I could think of. I tried to pretend what had just happened was nothing out of the ordinary for me. When she looked up however, she could see that wasn't the case at all. The front of my tee-shirt was soaked with my perspiration and was nearly transparent. I hadn't worn a bra and my large, dark aureoles must have looked like I had a couple of silver dollars in my pockets.
Taking advantage of her arousal, I made love to Linda again - only this time I used my tongue on her and she responded. Not just responded, but actively participated. She pushed her fingers up under the leg of my shorts and found my clitoris. She brought me off at the same time as herself. We climaxed together and I fell into her arms as we embraced. Later, I went down to the beach and collected the hair I enclosed with this letter. Please keep them as souvenirs of my exciting adventure.
Over the next several days Linda and I made love a couple of times a day during our walks in the woods and late at night. Poor dumb Steve never had a clue. On Monday night as I was packing to go back to the city, Linda told him, 'I need more space, Steve. I'm going to move out. You can reach me at Ginny's until I can get a place of my own.' You should have seen the look on that guy's face as we walked out together holding hands. I think you'll appreciate the irony Sharon, I came here to get my Mrs., but I ended up with Steve's Mrs. instead. It's sure nothing like what I had in mind when I started this.
Love, Ginny