While it has been some time since I actually wrote anything for this site, there has been no shortage of emails to me from readers expressing their thoughts on my past stories. Some who shared their fantasies or who felt my stories mirrored their real life adventures. Over emails, they discussed aspects of their personal sex life, as hot as any story I had written.
So, I have decided to write a series of these stories called "Letters." The basis of the stories come from you - the reader. I'll also try to get back to some stories which were never finished and may have left folks hanging and wanting more!
So here goes - the first in the "Letter" series dedicated to Scott and Marc:
Chapter 1
Scott Carroll had known his share of disappointments. A competitive swimmer, Scott had set state records for the 100 meter men's freestyle, earning him a scholarship to the University of Georgia. In his sophomore year, a freak off road biking incident with close friends, left him with a broken collar bone and wrist.
Scott's back wheel slipped on loose gravel, spilling him to the ground in pain. He knew instantly the injuries were severe and though he was able to rehab through much of it, he never regained the form that gave him his competitive edge.
Swimming had been his focus for much of his adult life. Though he lost his scholarship and with it a passion he had since his teenage years, Scott managed to regroup. It was good fortune when he met with corporate recruiters who were attending a career fair at School, offering him a job which took him out of state. He was leaving family and friends behind but it was a great opportunity to launch an engineering career with a Fortune 500 Company.
An athlete, his slim 5'11" frame served him well attracting girls. He wasn't serious about any in particular in high school but Beth was different. They met at Georgia and there was a point he thought she might be the one. But the mental strain dealing with the injury, created a schism which tore their relationship apart. Still, he hated things ended the way they did.
Not long after he moved into an apartment complex he met Anna. Like Scott, she too had her share of disappointments. Recently divorced, Anna was a stewardess who spent time away with her job. She switched fights with a friend to get back home a day earlier only to find her husband in bed with another woman. It wasn't the first time but it was the last as she moved out and set up a new home in the same apartment complex as Scott.
They met at a New Year's Eve party and found a mutual attraction. Perhaps it was the steady amount of booze, the New Year's euphoria, or just that they were both horny as hell, they ended back up at Scott's. While they both agreed there was a strong interest, neither were looking at starting a serious relationship.
Anna was six years older than Scott with ash blonde hair and blue eyes. But it was her smile that really captivated his attention. That and her really gorgeous breasts and her insatiable sexual appetite.
His new position and her travel schedule kept them apart much of the week. Still their mutual commitment to keep their relationship physical worked to their advantage.
Now Scott found himself basking in the warm sun out by the pool. He glanced over to see the beads of sweat puddling on Anna's oiled up back as she reclined in the lounge chair beside him.
Scott rose slowly from his chair and slipped into the cool water of the pool. He let his arms slice through the water as he swam a few laps before easing out, and pulling himself up over the side. Scott noted a few women at the end of the pool, a couple in the corner, and another man who smiled at him when their eyes made contact.
"Feel good?" he asked as Scott acknowledged, "Great!" Scott adjusted his suit which stretched tight over his crotch. While he had more modest suits, he still preferred the Speedo briefs that showed off his chiseled abdomen. It wasn't lost on him some of the women at the end of the pool had watched him closely as he rose from the pool and he took a little delight that he could still turn those heads.
He also took a little glee as he shook off some of the cool water on Anna as he approached her still relaxing on the lounge chair. "Must you!" she chided him as the cool droplets hit her warm back.
"I thought you'd want to cool off," he smirked. Anna, twisted, sat up and drew a sip from the cold beer she had in a cooler she had brought. She looked around noting the folks at the pool, glancing to look over at the guy who spoke to Scott earlier.
"So who's your buddy?" she inquired as Scott looked across the pool to the guy he had spoken to earlier. Scott didn't know him. He appeared to be in his fifties, salt and pepper hair as he sat in a chair, his dark glasses shielding his eyes.
"Beats me," he replied. "Well he's taken an interest in you that's for sure," Anna shot back.
Anna finished her beer and slipped the empty into the cooler before informing Scott she needed to leave. She had a flight leaving out later in the afternoon and she'd be gone most of the week.
Anna gathered her things and slipped on a t-shirt over her suit as Scott slid back down on the chaise lounge. "I'll let you know when I might get back into town. In the meantime, be careful with your queer buddy over there. He's really got the hots for you."
"Oh bullshit," Scott countered. How do you know he's not looking you over?"
Anna laughed. "I think I know when a guy's checking me out. Besides, I work with enough gay men to spot one. That guy is focused on you."
Scott looked back over at the guy who seemed to be quite disinterested in them both.
