From thebear@io.com Sat Oct 04 04:21:16 1997
To: thebear@io.com, story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us,celeste801@aol.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New Story - "Letter to Sarah" by The Bear
From: thebear@io.com
Date: Sat, 04 Oct 1997 02:21:16 -0600
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I sent this one a few days ago, but have not seen it in a.s.s.m. or in
DejaNews (I have to check there for a.s.s.m. postings b/c my #%&^&$
news-server cannot be trusted to show them all). I am sending it again
just in case the prior post got lost somewhere along the way.

Message:  New Story - "Letter to Sarah"
Here is the next of the Sarah stories. This is not actually
the next story chronologically, but it was the one that
needed the least amount of work to polish up for a.s.s.d.
publication. I'm re-writing the middle part of "Sarah at the
Park" and am having a little bit of trouble getting it just
the way I want it.

SRLTR.HTM
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The following is a work of fiction involving sexual relationships and
activities. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise
improper for you to read this, then DON'T READ IT.
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Letter to Sarah

short fiction by The Bear - thebear@io.com

The package was wrapped in brown paper and secured with duct-
tape. It was addressed to Sarah at her parents’ home address, and
was waiting for her on the entry hall table when she got home from
work one evening about a week before Christmas.

Sarah picked up the package and went up the half-flight to the
upstairs of the split-level house, to where her mother was fixing
dinner
in the kitchen. She hung her coat on a hook and looked to see what
her mother was making - it was lasagne, yum. Sarah’s mother turned
and saw her in the doorway, and asked if she’d had a good day at
work.

“Pretty busy,” Sarah answered her. “I guess it will keep getting
busier
every day right up to Christmas Eve.” Sarah was working at a
department store in her hometown during Christmas Break to earn
some extra spending money.

Sarah’s mother noticed the package. “That came for you in the mail
today,” she said. “Maybe a Christmas present from one of your friends
from school?”

Sarah looked at the postmark - it was from Columbia, where she
attended Stephens College. She had plenty of friends who had stayed
in Columbia during Christmas Break, so it probably was from one of
them, just as her mother suggested.

“Maybe,” she said. “I’m going to my room to get out of these clothes.”
She was required to wear a dress, panty-hose, and pumps at work;
now she wanted to get into jeans and a sweatshirt. She took the
package with her to her room.

After she had changed clothes, Sarah got curious about the package
and decided to open it to see who it was from, because there was no
return address or other identification on the outside. She tore off
the
brown paper with some difficulty due to the duct-tape seal, and
discovered that the paper was simply a grocery bag turned inside out.
Inside the brown paper wrapping was a package wrapped in gold gift-
wrap paper and secured with several windings of twine, knotted at
each intersection of the twine. Tucked into the twine was a plain
envelope with her name on it. She didn’t recognize the handwriting.

She would need scissors to cut the twine before she could get into the
package itself, but she managed to wiggle the envelope free, and
opened it first. Inside was a letter:

>>    My Beloved Sarah,
>>
>>    I want you to be alone when you read this.

She quickly flipped to the end of the letter to see who it was from,
but
it was unsigned. Could it be from Tom? Or from Brian? She couldn’t
think who else might address her as “Beloved” - at least not anyone
who would know her parents’ home address. The letter itself offered
no clues - it was on plain white computer paper (she could see where
the sheet-feeder edges had been ripped off) and had been printed on
a dot-matrix printer. She dug in her purse for a copy of the Christmas
shopping list that she had typed on Brian’s computer and printed on
his printer before coming home for Break. Both the paper and the
printing looked the same to her eye, but that proved nothing - even if
the letter was from Brian’s printer, there were plenty of other people
who were allowed to use his computer, including Tom. She returned
her attention to the letter:

>>    You will show this letter to no one, nor will you tell
>>    anyone about it.
>>
>>    On December 23, at 3:00 PM, you will go to the Deluxe
>>    Motel on Highway 63 in Moberly. You will go to Room 36
>>    and knock at the door, and when it opens you will enter.
>>    I will be waiting for you inside.

This had to be from Tom or Brian - but which one? She looked over
the letter again for clues, examined the wrapping paper, studied the
package itself. That was one of the problems of being involved with
two guys who happened to be roommates, she realized - this could
have come from either of them and there was damned little to tell her
which one. Even if she recalled seeing a roll of duct-tape on Tom’s
desk (and she thought that perhaps she did), that didn’t mean that
Brian hadn’t borrowed the tape to use on the package. She sighed and
read on:

>>    You will now open the attached package. You will need
>>    scissors or a knife to cut the twine.

Sarah took perverse satisfaction in cutting the twine with
nail-clippers,
just to spite the mysterious letter-writer. She ripped off the
wrapping
paper and opened the box, a large boot-box closed with scotch tape.
Hmm, Brian sometimes wore boots - but if he had an extra box lying
around, Tom could easily have taken it. Damn!

Inside the box were items of powder-blue lingerie - more proof that it
was from someone that knew her well. A casual acquaintance (or a
stranger ...) might have chosen jade green to complement her creamy
skin and red-auburn hair, but only an intimate would know that the
blue
would actually go better with her sapphire eyes.

>>    You will try on the enclosed items now. If any do not fit,
>>    you will exchange them for identical items at the Victoria’s
>>    Secret store in Moberly. You will wear these items when
>>    you come to the Deluxe Motel on December 23.

Sarah took the items out of the box one at a time - there was a satin-
soft Miracle Bra, but someone had altered it with scissors, cutting
away the material so that it would support her breasts but leave her
nipples and most of her breasts exposed. She looked closer and saw
that the cut edge had been tacked down with simple stitches to avoid a
ragged appearance - she wondered if either Brian or Tom knew how to
sew?

The next item was a loose silk camisole top, with buttons down the
front. Then came a tiny pair of panties, almost a g-string. Then a
garter belt, with stockings. Then a half-slip, slit up the side almost
to
the waist.

Sarah slowly undressed and carefully laid her dress, pantyhose, bra,
half-slip and panties on the bed. Then she put on the items from the
box. Everything fit perfectly. Smoothing the silky camisole over her
breasts, she enjoyed the feel of the silk over her bare nipples. She
reached down to gently caress her pubic mound, then pressed her
fingers lower to feel the wetness already seeping from her pussy to
dampen the new panties. She sat down on the bed to continue her
reading:

>>    With the items from the box, you will wear a blue skirt and
>>    blouse and matching shoes. I know that you have these.
>>    You will also wear a simple strand of pearls - no other
>>    jewelry.
>>
>>    When you enter Room 36, the lights will be out. You will
>>    take two steps straight into the room, and stop with your
>>    eyes closed. The door will shut behind you, and the lock
>>    will click. You will stand and wait while I tie a folded silk
>>    scarf around your head as a blindfold. Then you will open
>>    your eyes, but you will not be able to see anything.
>>
>>    I will take your arm and direct you to the center of the room,
>>    where you will have a clear space to stand. I will then take
>>    my seat to observe you and enjoy your appearance. When I
>>    clap my hands, you will turn, slowly, so that I can see all of
>>    you. You will continue turning, slowly, until the music
>>    starts.
>>
>>    The music will be slow and sensuous, so that you will not
>>    need too much room to dance. As you dance, you will
>>    remove your clothing, one item at time. You will start with
>>    your shoes, and kick them aside so that you do not trip
>>    over them while dancing. Next you will unbutton your
>>    blouse, and toss it aside. The skirt will go next, and then
>>    the half-slip, so that I can enjoy seeing your legs. You will
>>    dance like that for awhile, moving slowly, swaying from side
>>    to side, and running your hands over your body as you
>>    dance. Then you will unbutton the camisole, slowly, one
>>    button at a time, and then shrug it off to the floor. You will
>>    continue to dance until the music stops.

Sarah noticed that she was getting warm, although she was barely
dressed. She was holding the letter in one hand, while the other hand
caressed first one nipple, then the other, then slid down to rub the
folds of her pussy.

>>    When the music stops I will clap my hands again, and you
>>    will turn to face toward me. You will unsnap the garters and
>>    hook your thumbs in the waistband of the panties. Then
>>    you will push the panties down your thighs, down your
>>    calves, to your ankles. You will then stop, and you will
>>    remain bent over in this position while I stroll around the
>>    room and inspect you to my own satisfaction. When I clap
>>    again, you will remove the panties and stand up.
>>
>>    I will guide you back wards to be seated on one of the
>>    beds. Once seated, you will begin to masturbate while I
>>    watch you. You will rub and pull your nipples with your
>>    finger-tips. You will run your hands up and down your
>>    body, including your legs. You will tease yourself, first
>>    rubbing your mound, then your labia. Finally you will slip
>>    one finger inside. I’m sure you will be thoroughly wet by
>>    this time; you will raise your finger to your mouth and suck
>>    off your juices. You will return your hand to your pussy and
>>    stroke your labia, then open yourself to gently tickle your
>>    clitoris. Then you will masturbate yourself to orgasm while I
>>    watch - you may touch yourself in whatever way is
>>    necessary to achieve this goal.
>>
>>    Once you have achieved orgasm you will turn over to lie
>>    face down, with the upper half of your body resting on the
>>    bed. You will stand with your legs straight, so that your ass
>>    is raised while your face and bosom are pressed against
>>    the bed. I will secure your wrists to the bedframe with a
>>    twisted silk rope to make sure that you do not move from
>>    this position.
>>
>>    You will remain in this position, not moving, while I have my
>>    way with you as my whim dictates. I may sit on the floor
>>    beneath you to eat your wet cunt, teasing you with tiny
>>    strokes of my tongue all around your labia before moving
>>    inwards to allow you some satisfaction. I may press my
>>    hard cock into your pussy; you will feel it going in, slowly,
>>    slowly, all the way, and then withdrawing just as slowly,
>>    until I decide to pull out of you and move on. I may kneel on
>>    the bed, and allow you enough slack in your ropes that you
>>    can raise your head and take my cock into your mouth. You
>>    will suck my prick, using your tongue and lips to satisfy me
>>    to the best of your ability, until I choose to withdraw.
>>
>>    When I have amused myself in this manner as long as I
>>    please, your ropes will be unfastened so that you can turn
>>    over on the bed, lying face up, with your hips at the edge of
>>    the bed and your feet resting on the floor. I may choose to
>>    fuck you again in this position, or to delve into your pussy
>>    with my fingers or tongue. I may choose to let you suck me
>>    again.
>>
>>    And then I will mount the bed and kneel over you, letting
>>    my balls graze your stomach while the tip of my prick
>>    probes between your lovely breasts. I will wet my fingers in
>>    your pussy, and smear your juices on my prick and the
>>    inner surfaces between your tits. At this time you will use
>>    both hands to press your boobs together, and I will fuck
>>    your tits with my hard cock. I will occasionally move
>>    forward, pressing my prick against your lips, and you will
>>    open your mouth and take in my cock to wet it with your
>>    tongue. I will withdraw and continue to fuck your tits, until I
>>    come and spray my jism across your bosom, and neck,
>>    and face, giving you a liquid pearl necklace to match the
>>    strand you already wear.
>>
>>    And then, only then, perhaps I will remove your blindfold.
>>    Or perhaps not.

Sarah shivered. Her bare flesh was covered with goosebumps,
although the air in her room was warm. She looked down - her fingers
and panties were soaked with her juices. She would have to wash the
panties before the 23rd.

But should she go? She didn’t know for certain that this package and
letter were from one of her lovers - what if they were from some
psycho who had just guessed her sizes? She stood up and began to
remove the new lingerie. She would have to think this over very
carefully, between now and the 23rd ...

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Sarah stopped and looked at the motel door. The brass numerals “36”
were tacked to the door. She rubbed her sweating palms on her blue
skirt, and checked the strand of pearls to make sure they were
properly placed. She checked her watch - it was 2:59 PM. She took
off her watch and put it in her purse, in case it might be considered
jewelry. Then she knocked on the door.

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This was actually the very first of the Sarah stories, except that it
didn’t start out as a story. It started out as a letter that I wrote
to
the real girl (former girlfriend) upon whom the character
of Sarah is rather loosely based. I never intended to send the letter,
as I was already separated from this girl; it was written just for
fun.
Later, after I wrote “Two for Sarah,” I went back to this letter,
changed
the names, and wrote the frame story around the letter.

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