She went to turn, stealing a glance at my erection. She let out a little gasp and a sharp intake of breath. "I want it," she whispered. "Do me." I...stepped out of my clothing. I placed one hand on the small of her back and one on the nape of her neck. I bent her forward and she leant on the wall with her outstretched hands. I moved my pelvis forwards and touched her ever so slightly- my cock up against the firmness of her buttocks. "Fuck me," she rasped, her voice edged with lust. . His hand hadn't left her arse. “Erm… I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to come back.” Amber stammered. “Oh I'm sure he wouldn't complain about me topping your drink up. Saves him paying for it.”Amber gazed up at him and could feel her pussy pulsate. She mumbled her agreement. Simon ordered them two drinks and led Amber towards a corner of the bar. They started chatting like old friends and all the while Simon’s hand never left Amber's arse. As time went on he became bolder and soon Amber's. Forever yours, Bart” John locked this response letter with the two from Rose, secure amongst his personal belongings. Periodically, he would pull out all three letters, reading and re-reading, sometimes working himself up to an erection he would relieve in the shower to images of Rose, standing behind him and bringing him off with her hands, all slippery and soaped up from the falling water. Every time he heard the words “Mail Call,” John’s heart nearly stopped, but he was disappointed every. I pushed his hands away from me. Get dressed. Were supposed to meet Kelly and Rachel in the lobby at nine, I told him. He pouted, What time is it now? It is 7:50 am, I said looking at the digital clock on the stand next to the TV. Oh shit, he said and quickly took a shower and got dressed in some khaki shorts and a black wifebeater, which showed off his amazing arm muscles. We arrived in the lobby just in time. Kelly and Rachel stood there in front of the entrance/exit. Hey! Kelly said, You.