Oh my! I have just finished reading your latest letter and I must say that you definitely have outdone yourself with the "Hot tub" story!  Baby, the first weekend that you are home I shall rent a ski chalet somewhere deep in the woods upon the side of a mountain (insuring, of course, that they have a hot tub) and we will make your tantalizing scenario reality.  Until then, here is a little "bedtime" story for you, I hope you like it...and I wish that I was there to read it to you in person.  Soon my love, soon.

     Silver rain clung to the quickly darkening air that Saturday afternoon...light drizzle filling the air making the streets of New York black, slick, shiny.  She was torn between staying home and relaxing in a nice hot, soothing bath, or going for a walk and stopping off at Henriettas for a drink or two.  Who knows, maybe something interesting would be going on, although she tended to doubt it.  She'd been stopping by Hens on Sunday afternoons for years now to rub elbows with friends who were sure to be there or simply to listen to some new local talent that would be playing their hearts out.

     Tonight, she was jittery, wanting so badly to relax, but unable to.  There was so much on her mind lately, too much, ...work...school....her 'quiet', self imposed social life.

     Deciding to go out, she dressed, casually, as was her style on such damp dreary days, simple slacks, a sweater, leather flat soled shoes and simple earrings and jewelry.  She brushed her hair then shook it, so it looked naturally and casually messy; it looked good on her that way she knew.

     Clad in trench coat and silk scarf, she began her trek to Hens.

     As she entered the bar, the room was a buzz of excitement.  Women covered every inch of the small bar. 

     "Must be some gathering of a women's club or something," she thought, tossing a nod of acknowledgment to the bartender and a few other people whom she recognized immediately.  One of them came up and hugged her, another kissed her, in a friendly fashion, on the cheek. Another friend waved for her to join her and the group she was with seated at the bar.  After hugs and "hello" kisses, they began to chat, catching up on the latest things happening in their respective lives during the past couple of months.  Had it been that long since she had been here to Hens, or anywhere for that matter?

     She lit a cigarette and they talked about how crowded it was in the bar, almost too crowded, then paused and laughed, "Could it ever be too crowed in a bar packed with women?  nah?".  They all had to agree, there certainly were quite a few lovely looking women there this evening.  She smiled..and thought ..hmmmm maybe?...just maybe...

     Taking her drink, she proceeded toward the pool room, stopping at the door to glance in and survey the several groups of women who were standing about, chatting, laughing, smiling at one another.  Some were kissing, some holding hands, some just standing close to one another and just talking leisurely.  There was something about the energy emitted by a room full of women, particularly lesbians, women who loved women, women who loved each other, women who loved lust.  She could sense it, the energy, almost smell it.  At times, practically taste it.  It penetrated her, softly laying upon her skin like a lover's tender touch.  All the smells, the secret glances, the whispers, the slight brushes as a woman would brush by her, whether intentional or not; she absorbed all the sensations and adored them all.  She remembered why she loved coming here and also wondered why she'd been away so long.  In a way, she supposed, it was bittersweet, as she watched couples, captivated by each others gaze, their eyes mere inches from each others, their bodies slowly, and rhythmically swaying in the erotic dance that only lovers can do, hands slowly gliding up and down sides, backs, arms and bottoms.  Yes, bittersweet to be here, the virtual modern day Isle of Lesbos and her arms, her eyes, her smile... her bed was empty, and had been for far too long.

     She found she'd been drifting through thoughts and staring, at all places at the bar light, not really focusing on the room.  She began to browse the mass of women, all shapes, sizes, skin and hair color.  There was one woman in particular who made her scanning stop, who caught her attention, who forced her look to repeatedly return to her as if holding a strong magnet.  A blonde woman, of average height and weight, but her face, her smile, her animation as she talked and laughed was far from average.  She projected energy, lightness and a certain sensuousness; all quite evident from across a crowded bar room.  She continued to occasionally look back at this woman, although being sure not to stare.  The blonde was engaged in a conversation with several other women and didn't notice an admirer watched her every move.  Suddenly, she stopped talking, turned, looked and made the discovery.  She would returne the look, only for a second, then turn away to resume her conversation, only to, seconds later, glance back.  The visual dance had begun and both women sensed it, although both knew in places like this, often it lead to nothing more than a momentary quickened pulse.

     Although very taken by her beauty, the woman who had begun the process dared not stand and continue to stare any longer for fear of offending the object of her interest, after all she was not like some here who often times were offensive, forward and obnoxiously aggressive which bordered on stalking.  She certainly didn't want to give the beautiful woman whom she admired from across the room the wrong impression.  She returned to the bar and asked the bartender for another drink. Yet, she found the urge irresistible to frequently steal glances at this intriguing woman as often as possible.  She decided to "let it go" for now, acquiescing to the fact that she was nothing more than pleasant scenery and she'd attempt to enjoy it as much possible from the safely across the room. 

     She sat, grabbing stolen peaks of the blonde, who by now was like a ray of brightness from a lighthouse tower piercing through the otherwise dull crowd of women, when one of her friends broke her concentration by asking her to play pool.  She returned to the pool room with a drink and casually walked over to the cue stick rack.  As she was looking over the sticks, a woman stood beside her to also pick a cue and she turned to comment about the poor quality of the selections.  Although she opened her mouth so speak, the words quickly froze in her throat when there, standing beside her, just inches away, was the blonde.   She was to be her opponent.

     Waves of nervousness mixed with excitement flash flooded her but she was determined not to show it, tossing out her best "aloof and uninterested" manner she could summons.  As the game proceeded and the blonde walked around the table, looking for the best shot, she appeared as a panther stalking, studying her next move, toying with her prey.  It was evident the other women lining the walls watching the game could hardly take their eyes off her.  She was an incredibly beautiful creature.  Before each shot she erotically and seductively slid the thin pool cue back and forth through her fingers almost as if to say, "Look at my rhythm, see how slow, smooth and steady it is?  Imagine, imagine that my hands are sliding over you the same way."  And as she leaned over the table, accentuating her curves, the woman found it easy to imagine her leaning over her, her hair falling gently into her face.  As she watched the blonde play, her mind kept lingering in distant fantasies.

     The game advanced very slow, whether intentional or not, she wanted to keep it going for as long as she could.  There was a certain cat, mouse like quality to it all, the game, the conversation, the glances.  It did not take long before each noticed that whenever they looked at the other, that an intense gaze returned to them.  There was no mistaking now what was happening nor, at least she hoped, what would ensue.

     The game ended and the woman congratulated the other players by shaking hands.  When she took the hand of the blonde woman into hers, a sudden spark shot through her, starting at her fingertips, it ran through her palms, up her arms, shimmied up the nape of her neck, sliced down her spine, made her nipples tingle, her knees weak, and caused that wanting ache between her legs that she'd not felt for oh so very long.  It surprised her, caught her off guard and she couldn't help but to hold a short quick inhale.  The blonde's eyes flickered, she was sure of it, no it was not self imagined. 

     The woman was able to mumble a polite "thank you", left the pool area and returned to the bar, leaning on a spot where she could catch occasional glimpses of the blonde.  She caught her looking over several times and shamelessly held her gaze, not shyly turning away now.  These electric glances continued to be exchanged throughout the night, each time their intensity and duration increased.  Once or twice she walked into the back room, past the pool room, to play songs on the juke box, or to visit the ladies room or simply to look at what was going on.  One time she grazed right by the blonde woman, and since it was so crowded held tenderly onto her arm when passed by.  The blonde woman turned her head and warmly smiled.

     Near the end of the evening the blonde ventured to the outside bar to get a drink and just happened to stand at a cleared space next to the woman.  The woman stared deeply into her gorgeous eyes, noticing how large the center blackness of her pupils were and smiled as she said, "Well., hello, again."

     The blonde smiled back, with more than her lips, and said "Hi."

     They talked for sometime, their glances traveling now from each others eyes down to survey the others lips.  The woman was so drawn to the blonde and knew, unmistakably that there was a mutual attraction.  The usual, innocent touching of arms and hands during the conversation, the testing and measuring of each others reactions and responses and at one point, as the woman reached over to point something out to the blonde, their cheeks barely touched.   They both turned, as they'd realized at the same time what was happening and stood there, locked in a very warm, exciting glance, each watching the others lips, each near mad with desire, they stood frozen as if falling into the eyes of the other.  Time, it seemed, had stopped.  In reality it was barely seconds yet the heat was present nonetheless.  The woman looked at the blonde and said, "I noticed you the moment I walked in here tonight.  I couldn't keep my eyes off you then and I haven't been able to since.  I wanted to meet you...to talk to you.  I needed to... I can't explain it and now, now that I have talked to you, I want to kiss you." 

     Gentle caresses on cheeks and across necks were exchanged and occasional almost inaudible moans emanated from each of their mouths.  Before the song was over, the woman whispered into the blonde's ear, "Baby, I need to hold you, to kiss your lips, to experience more of you."  The blonde smiled in agreement. 

     The woman took her hand, led her to the coat room, they put their coats on and left together.

     The woman asked the blonde if she would like to stop at her apartment for coffee or go to a coffee shop but before the blonde could answer the woman proceeded to admit that coffee was not all she had in mind. 

     The blonde reached for then squeezed her hand and the woman knew she had her answer. They took a cab, holding and caressing each others hands and faces during the ride, at times affectionately, at times hungrily.

     As they entered the apartment, the woman closed the door and turned and kissed the blonde, full on the mouth. It was a passionate, hot, explosive kiss that made both their knees weak.  They removed their coats, dropped them on the floor and moved into the living room where they stopped and kissed again. The kiss was even more urgent, more needy than before. There was no mistaking this desire; this was pure, unadulterated lust; their bodies screamed to be satisfied of the urges. They touched each other through their layered clothing, feeling the building hardness of their nipples as the heat and moisture increased from deep within their loins.

     Captured in a suspended time continuum, both knowing the next level they were about to embark upon, they smiled as together they lit one single candle, then, with arms around each other's waist, they walked toward the bedroom.

     Well, my precious sweetness, I hope you enjoyed this little story. Hurry home my darling. I promise I have many more ways to amuse and entertain you. I miss you baby.

I remain yours, while eagerly awaiting your return,

O.