Message-ID: <4574eli$9710041841@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: thebear@io.com Subject: New Story - "Letter to Sarah" by The Bear Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authenticated-Sender: thebear@io.com X-Article-Creation-Date: Sat Oct 04 07:05:57 1997 GMT X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/3.0 (Win16; U) X-Originating-IP-Addr: 192.55.114.100 (access-4-31.rollanet.org) Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <875948754.19576@dejanews.com> [This is a courtesy copy of an article posted to Usenet via Deja News] I sent this one a few days ago, but have not seen it in a.s.s.m. or in DejaNews (I have to check there for a.s.s.m. postings b/c my #%&^&$ 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 ********************************************************************** * 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. ********************************************************************** 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 ... ************************************************** 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. *********************************** 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. *********************************** Copyright 1997 by The Bear - thebear@io.com. You may copy and distribute this file for personal use but not for financial gain. This file may be archived only if access to the archive is truly free and does not require any special membership or passwords. If I'm not making any money from this work, neither should you. Please do not repost to newsgroups without my permission. 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