Message-ID: <7237eli$9801121757@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7237.txt> From: thebear@io.com (The Bear) Subject: REV - Letter to Sarah - by The Bear (v.1.4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: thebear@io.com (The Bear) Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199801120919.DAA10544@www-01.io.com> Letter to Sarah By The Bear - mailto:thebear@io.com SRLTR14.TXT ver.1.4 ******************************************************* 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. ******************************************************* Copyright 1997, 1998 by The Bear - thebear@io.com You may copy this file for personal use only. Please do not redistribute. Please do not post or repost to newsgroups without my permission. Eli the Bearded has my permission to archive this story in the ASSM archives. All others, please do not archive this story without my written permission. All other rights reserved. ********************************************************************** For more stories and links to story sites, see my webpages: The Bear's Den - http://www.io.com/~thebear/bearden.htm The Bear's Stories - http://www.io.com/~thebear/bearidx.htm Kim's Stories - http://www.io.com/~thebear/kimidx.htm ********************************************************************** Remember: I write my stories for fun, but I post them to find out what others think of them. If I never get any feedback, then I have no reason to post, and I'll stop doing it. If you want the flow of stories to continue, please write. The Bear - mailto:thebear@io.com ********************************************************************** Letter to Sarah short fiction by The Bear - mailto: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 the kitchen where her mother was fixing dinner. She hung her coat on a hook and looked to see what her mother was making -- it was lasagna, 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, pantyhose, and pumps at work; now she wanted to get into jeans and a sweatshirt. She took the package with her to her room. Before she 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 and secured with several windings of twine, knotted at each intersection of the twine. Tucked into the twine was a plain white 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". The letter itself offered no clues -- just dot-matrix printing on plain white computer paper; she could see where the sheet-feeder edges had been ripped off. 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 found 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 very well. A casual acquaintance (or a stranger ...) might have chosen jade green to complement her creamy skin and dark red 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. 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 white thigh-high stockings. Then a half-slip, slit up the side almost to the waist. Then a silk scarf, a shade darker blue than the rest of the items. 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 on 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 get to Room 36, you will take the silk scarf out of >> your purse and fold it into a suitable blindfold, thick enough >> that you cannot see through it. After you have tied the >> blindfold into place, you will knock on the door. When the door >> is opened you will take two steps straight forward into the >> room, then stop. The door will shut behind you, and the lock >> will click. >> >> 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, remove it, 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, very >> slowly, one button at a time, teasing me with glimpses of >> your bare breasts within, and when the camisole is completely >> unbuttoned you will shrug it off to the floor. You will >> continue to dance until the music stops. Sarah felt herself getting warm, although she was barely dressed. Holding the letter in one hand, she let the other hand caress first one nipple, then the other, then slide 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 backwards 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. Sarah thought that having an orgasm sounded like a very good idea; she knew she was close to one already, it wouldn't take much to get over the top ... and it would feel so nice ... She dropped the letter to the bed and began to concentrate on bringing herself off. She pressed the heel of one hand down against her mons, letting her fingers trail lower to gently massage her pussy lips. Ummm, that was good ... she closed her eyes and imagined herself in a motel room, blindfolded, with someone watching her -- but who? Was it Tom? Brian? A stranger? She thought of the letter's instructions and slipped her fingers down into the wetness at the opening to her cunt, using her other hand to tease her nipples. Who was it that was watching her? She pictured Brian, sitting sprawled in a motel chair, observing silently as she touched herself. She had only made love with him twice, once in his and Tom's room, and once at the park -- she suddenly wanted him again, and found herself hoping that he was the author of the mysterious letter ... oh, yes, the letter ... she opened her eyes and picked it up to read further. >> 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. Ohhh -- Sarah closed her eyes again, and turned to sprawl face-down on the bed. Mmmm -- to be tied like that, helpless, while Brian (or Tom?) licked her pussy, then made love to her -- no, while he fucked her -- she slid one hand down under her belly, down to her soaking wet pussy, and rubbed furiously until at last she felt the pleasure flood her senses as she came, and came, and came. She pulled her hand out and licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of herself. Then she stretched her arms out to the sides of the bed, imagining herself tied down, unable to move, being fucked, and fucked again ... She sucked on her fingers, trying to pretend that they were Brian's prick, but they didn't feel right and the illusion wouldn't come. Abruptly she rolled over and sat up, then bent to search the floor for the final page of the letter. >> 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. You will use both hands to >> press your boobs together, to form a tight passage for me to >> fuck 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. Goosebumps covered her bare flesh, although the air in her room was warm. Her panties were soaked with her juices, the darkened fabric showing the large wet spot at her crotch. She had been so immersed in her fantasy that she was breathing hard, eager with anticipation of making the fantasy come true ... 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 ... ***** 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. Her heart pounded as she took the silk scarf from her purse, carefully folded it, and fitted it over her eyes. She reached back to knot it into place -- when she opened her eyes, she could not see a thing. Who would be inside the room? What would he require of her? She remembered how helpless she had felt, pretending to be bound face-down on her own bed at home. She trembled, torn between her fear and her desire. She took a deep breath, and reached out hesitantly to feel for the wooden surface in front of her. Then she knocked on the door. The End Letter to Sarah by The Bear - thebear@io.com ********************************************************************** Remember: I write my stories for fun, but I post them to find out what others think of them. If I never get any feedback, then I have no reason to post, and I'll stop doing it. If you want the flow of stories to continue, please write. 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