My darling new love,

I was thrilled to read that you enjoyed my last email and how excited my erotic dinner story made you feel. I'm pleased that you enjoyed it and that you approve of the roles that I have us playing. I believe in casting opposites. How does is feeling being the more dominate one my mistress? I promise that the second part of my story will be in my next letter.

Like you, I also wait until late in the evening, after all of the day's busyness is over, to go back and re-read your emails. I was aroused by your description of you 'taking me to bed with you' as you slowly savored each word of my love letter as you would my naked body. My heart raced and my face felt hot as I imagined you in bed, touching yourself under your nightie, making yourself come. When I read where my story took you, I shouted out loud, begging the universe to let me be the one under those covers. I wanted my tongue buried between your legs, giving you more pleasure than my stories ever can.

Thank you for your encouragement to write more about my personal adventures and for asking me to allow the eroticism to go even further. Your love letters, and my longing, have inspired me to tell you how I last spent my private time. Because we are separated by distance and our life choices, I again, send only my story to make love to you. I hope it makes you hot and crazy! xoxo

Passionately yours,
Almendra

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Last week, when I had an evening to myself and I knew that I would not be interrupted, I locked the doors and turned off the lights. Returning to the living room, I turned on the whole house sound system and selected a sensual neo soul station. Standing in the twilight, swaying slowly in time to the music, I unbuttoned my blouse. Pulling it over my shoulders I let my blouse hang from my waist as I unzipped my skirt, allowing them both to drop to the floor.

Stripped down to my bra and panties, I went from room to room drawing all of the curtains. My neighbors have all seen me semi-nude at one time or another so I had no concerns. Pretending that I was being watched, I closed the last drape with a flourish and turned towards my bedroom.

Searching through my dresser drawer, I found my favorite lingerie for this little adventure, a dusty-pink camisole nightie and matching thong. The camisole is soft, stretchy, and has spaghetti straps. Fitting tightly around my breasts, the clingy fabric does nothing to hide my nipples and is just barely long enough to cover my bottom. The cute thong has lacy trim, a full bikini front, and a v-back.

Taking off my bra and panties, I pulled the nightie over my head and stretched it around my shoulders and down around my breasts. Smoothing out the fabric, I enjoyed how it felt as my hands caressed my curves and moved over the slinky fabric.

Looking over my shoulder, in front of a full length mirror, I watched myself pull up my thong. With the front of the thong positioned into place, I reached back and tugged the strap up tight between my ass cheeks. I can think about nothing but sex when a thong rides up against my rose.

Leaving the bedroom, I stopped at the kitchen, and poured a glass of wine before going downstairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I walked through a dark family room to a set of patio doors. Opening the doors, I stepped though onto a semi-private patio that encloses a hot tub spa. Putting my glass down on a table, I closed the patio door and opened the spa cover.

The evening was warm and sultry, and a slight breeze flipped my camisole against my bottom. Picking up my glass, I took a thoughtful sip before starting up the stairs leading to the edge of the spa. With each step I gently rolled my hips like a runway model. Pausing at the top, I enjoyed the feeling of being outside, nearly naked, on display, before lifting one leg up and over the edge, and into the water. Finding a firm footing, I raised and lowered my other foot into the pool.

The water felt hot at first, but it became more comfortable as I moved towards the center of the tub. The water swirled and splashed, soaking the hem of my camisole. Slowly I lowered my hips and pulled in my breath as the top of the water kissed my pussy. Turning, I lowered my bottom into a spa seat and enjoyed the sensual feeling of the wet fabric clinging up my stomach to my breasts. With the water up to my chin and my shoulder length hair floating across the surface, I let out my breath. Feeling relaxed, I remembered each of your loving words that you wrote to me that day.

It wasn't long before the wine and water turned my mind towards sex. With deliberate slowness, I cupped a breast in my hand and start toying with the nipple. As it hardened between my thumb and finger, I Imagined that you are there sitting next to me. One of my legs is crossed over yours, pulling your legs gently apart. I'm resting my full palm flat on your pussy. One of your hands is playing against the inside of my thigh while the other, which is around my shoulder, tugs on my nipple. Turning towards you, I softly kiss your mouth. We both quietly gasp when our tongues touch.

Sparks flew through my head. With the feeling of your imaged kiss on my lips, and my fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, I'm unable contain my desire. After putting down my empty glass, I moved my other hand down my stomach to my thong. Sprawling my legs apart I started caressing my pussy. Pulling the fabric to one side with my little finger, I used my middle finger to circle lightly around my pussy lips. Occasionally stroking up the center when I became more aroused.

Impulsively, I took a quick breath, and let myself slide completely under water. Electricity rushed from my pussy up my spine as my head was completely engulfed by the silky hot water. As I stood up out of the water, my wet nightie sucked down between my legs and clung to my body like heavy oil. Water ran down my back and ass when I pushed my hair away from my face and over my shoulders. Reaching the controls, I turned on the water jets and waded over to the corner of the spa. Kneeling, I leaned my tits on the edge and hung my arms outside the spa. Moving my legs slightly apart, I adjusted my hips until I felt a jet of water directed softly across my pussy. I hung there suspended in time enjoying the feeling of the water flipping past my clit like a never tiring tongue. After a few minutes of this attention, I started to pant and moan.

Moving my body into a more vertical position, I allowed the water to move more forcefully between my legs. The rushing water felt stiff and thick. My thoughts flashed, and in my imagination I see myself in an inflatable wading pool, wearing nothing but my panties while sitting astride my man. He is lying on his back, completely naked, with his head resting comfortably on the upper ring of the pool. I'm kneeling over him, sliding my pussy up and down on the underside his erection.

While I rock my hips back and forth, he picks up a bottle of warmed vegetable oil that is next to us, and tips it over each of my shoulders. One and then the other. I feel the oil clinging to my skin as it runs down my back, flowing between my ass checks, and over his cock and balls. Arching my back with pleasure from this sensation and holding his gaze, I reach back and twist and squeeze his balls, just as he taught me. Carried away by the feeling of my oiled pussy slipping over his cock, he holds the bottle high and pores oil over my chest and tits.

Letting go of his balls, I bend forward and put my head under the silky stream. Longingly, I kiss his mouth as he pour oil over the back of my head. I kiss him with passion until I'm sure my hair is completely covered. Sitting up, oil rains down my face and hair onto his chest and stomach.

Resting back on one arm with the palm of my hand on the floor, I invitingly pull my panties open with my the thumb of my free hand and flash him a sexy pout. I can feel his cock stiffen between my ass checks when he pores what's left of the bottle into my panties. Filling it to the top in a thick swirling mess.

Sensing the he will not last much longer, I plunge my hand into my panties and grind his cock harder and faster with my ass cheeks. My fingers are making a sloppy sloshing sound as I pump three fingers in and out of my pussy. I moan each time I drag my fingers across my clit. The sight and sound of me fucking myself, an oily mess, with such abandon is too much for my lover. He lurches and rocks as his cock sprays come across his stomach.

The spa jet's ceaseless fluttering between my legs had me holding my breath. Scrunching up my face, I felt myself sliding ever closer to the edge of an orgasm.

My imagination continued with my hand stuffed in my oil soaked panties. I feel myself moving towards the edge, but I'm not sure I can reach it. With the sound of excitement and panic in my voice I cry out, "Baby, cover me cover me!"

Sliding out from underneath me, he picks up another opened bottle of oil. Taking care not to slip, he steps onto a towel that he lays behind me. I lean my back and rest my shoulders against his legs. Tipping my head back against his still erect cock, I look up at him with wild pleading eyes and whispered, "Now -- oh, please now." Watching, transfixed on my hand jerking my clit, he tilts the bottle, little by little, over my face.

Oil hits the top of my forehead with a splat, and pours thickly and continuously down and around into my ears. Closing my eyes, I feel swallowed up. The outside world disappears in darkness and lust. It feels absolutely incredible. I'm experiencing multiple sensory fits, that come one after another and build with intensity. Teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, I hold my breath and open my mouth. Oil rushes in, clothing my tongue in sable and mink, and pours out onto my chest. Completely and utterly consumed, I come.

Leaning all the way back and gripping the sides of the spa, with the jets pulsing straight against my pussy, I cried out in anguish and pleasure. My body jerked with violent fits. Wave built on top of wave. I was helpless. I orgasmed a second time. That one being more intense than the first. The jet was relentless. My breath came in gasps. I orgasmed yet a third time and collapsed on the edge of the spa.

Too weak to move, with my body trembling, I lay stunned with my upper body leaning out over the edge. Staring into the darkness, my mind has no thoughts except for one - how much I wanted to shared this with you.