Archive-name: Dreams/thelloui.txt
Archive-author: The Hitchhiker
Archive-title: Letters from two women on the road


    The following letter is the first of two letters written by two of
my female friends, during a long trip into Georgia.  It was addressed
to a co-worker, originally from Georgia, unfortunately wasn't for me. 
I have the opportunity to read it, and I though it was very good,
pretty arousing without becoming too vulgar, so I decided to posted to
the list, with permission of the authors.  Even so the recipient of the
message know the authors, they decided to use the alias of Thelma
and Louise, since they were two women on the road.  I post this for
you enjoyment and I wish you could give me your opinion, so I can
transmit it to the authors and encourage them in their little literary
experiments.  Please send your comments to jma@gnv.ifas.ufl.edu.

The hitchhiker

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Dearest Ron:

    In the mist of our grand adventure, the vibration of the road
began to affect us.  Our minds began to wonder and before long, our
thoughts became naughty.
    As we were listening to *Bolero*, for the third time, our
thoughts began to involve you.  We let our minds go as our bodies
dictate.  Before long, we were *hot*, Bothered and Bewildered.
    We began to get hungry.  We thought of banana split sundaes. 
What better way to satisfy our hunger, than to build one on you. 
Imagine us dripping warm fudge on your "banana", crowning it with
whipped cream, topped by a red cherry.  Slowly, gently, we will lick
our dessert with our velvety, moist, hot tongues until all traces of
our feast have been swallowed.
    If the legend is true about small stature men, we will be in for a
big treat.  As we are writing this letter, our bodies are beginning to
ache with desire, a dewy perspiration is forming on our perky, gently
sculptured breasts.  Our nipples hardening as we fantasize.
    What better way to enjoy our friendship than to share a
"Georgia Peach" between our creamy white thighs.  We are becoming
wet with anticipation.
    A man of your energy has the stamina to please us all night,
again and again and again.
    It is difficult to work with you on a professional level, when our
thoughts are anything but professional.  The sexual tension in the air,
in the lab, is so thick that you can cut it with a knife.
    You make us wish to be virgins again, about the be deflowered
for the first time.  Your gentle hands exploring our trembling,
inexperienced bodies, teaching us all about womanhood, taking us to
unimaginable ecstacy.
    We secretly watch you running at noon, enjoying your powerful
strides and rippling muscles glistening in the sun.  We fantasize about
giving you a special "shower", with our soothing, succulent,
quivering tongues, covering every square inch of your athletic body.
    As we are driving down the road in Georgia, we see a beautiful
meadow of wild flowers.  We imagine the three of us cavorting,
chasing, teasing each other, sans clothing in this field.
    We have a yearn to be totally dominated by you, taken almost
savagely but lovingly in the pre-autumnal air.  Our senses so
heightened, we experience multiple orgasms.  After our foray, we
collapse in total exhaustion.
    You just don't know how hard it is to work, on the days you
come into the lab with those tight jeans.  We enjoy watching your
cute, tight butt.  So little is left to the imagination.  We wonder if
that's a big carrot in your pocket or if you are just glad to see us.
    The way you fondle the test tubes at work leads us to believe
that you have the same desires.  We wonder how rich your fantasies
are, but yet we are afraid to ask.
    The reason why we are writing you this letter is, because our
thoughts about you are becoming almost obsessive. It's frustrating not
knowing if you feel the same; But what to do?

                 Hoping our fantasies cum true.

                          Love

                                       Thelma + Louise
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