Letters to Penthouse XIV by Penthouse International Page B

Bobby described her, I couldn’t wait. When the day came, he pulled up in a rental van and out stepped an absolutely fantastic-looking girl with long blonde hair, a face of an angel and a beautiful figure. I thought my wife was a standout, but this girl had it all over her. She was wearing a cut-up T-shirt that just barely covered her tits (even though she was wearing a bra) but showed off most of her stomach. She also wore a tight pair of short shorts that started well below her belly button and showed off most of her ass cheeks. All I could do was gasp.
    When I was carrying one of the boxes up to their apartment I made sure to follow her so I could check out her gorgeous ass when she put her box down on the floor. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her tits, which were standing at attention at all times and fighting to get out of her T-shirt. I could tell she knew that I was watching her, because when she looked my way, she’d smile and give me a long sexy look.
    When they were all moved in, Bobby said that he and Sofia wanted to take me to dinner for helping them out. We went to a restaurant that had good food and a four-piece jazz band. The booths were set up in a horseshoe shape, so everyone could face the stage, and there was a dimly lit dance floor off to the side of the room. We had a great meal and quite a few drinks. Bobby and Sofia danced a few times. Bobby came back after one song and told me that Sofia wanted to dance with me, because she felt that they were neglecting me. I was afraid of what I would do if I got my arms around Sofia, so I declined, but Bobby insisted. We got up and (just my luck) the group played a slow song. We danced close, and she put her head on my shoulder. My God, she smelled fantastic. I couldn’t believe how soft her skin felt as I rested my hand on her bare back. My cock got hard almost immediately.
    Sofia lifted her head up and looked at me, saying, “What’s that I feel?” She took her hand from my back and rubbed it slowly across my cock. She nuzzled her head back into my neck, pulled her hand away and pressed her mound against my erection. I had to follow her closely back to the table, because I didn’t want Bobby to notice the bulge in my pants. When we sat down, she immediately put her hand on my thigh and rubbed my crotch. When Bobby excused himself to go to the rest room, Sofia’s hand went straight for my cock. She unzipped my fly, stuck her hand in my shorts, squeezed and said, “I’ve got to see that tool one of these days.”
    “Anytime!” I said.
    When she saw Bobby coming back from the bathroom, she released her grip on my cock. He said they had to leave, because he had to be at the firehouse at eight o’clock. I told him I was going to stay and finish my drink. I had a few more and I got bombed fantasizing about Sofia. I woke up the next day around noon, really hungover. I went directly to the refrigerator to find something cold to drink, but all I had was beer. I sat on the couch with just my shorts on, took a sip and put the cold can against my forehead.
    There was a knock on the door, and before I could move, Sofia appeared (I must have forgot to lock it) carrying a plastic pitcher of lemonade she had made for me. All she was wearing was one of Bobby’s long tank tops, which was so low-cut it barely hid her nipples but was long enough to just cover her ass. She told me to stay on the couch and she would get some glasses.
    She sat very close next to me. Her bare leg touched mine and sent tingles in me. When she sat down, the shirt rode up above her crotch and I could see that she was a natural blonde. I got an instant hard-on. She looked and said, “What’s that I see bulging up from your underwear?” I told her to take a look so she got up, took off her tank top, kneeled between my legs and pulled off my shorts, looked down at my cock and said, “I knew your prick would be a thing of beauty!”
    She grabbed my rod and slowly started jerking me off,