Hey you – found some time to write you another postcard. Hope you’re having fun where you are.
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I headed to Portland for the weekend. I met this crazy hot chick, Shirley. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was getting myself into once we got back to her place. We had walked back to her building from the restaurant. We were meeting for dinner, stayed for dessert and headed to hers for a nightcap. Once we were walking next to each other, the touching started in earnest.
At her apartment, I let her walk up the stairs first and that short skirt told me that she was not wearing much under it. She unlocked the door, swung it open and walked in. “Close it and follow me,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared around a corner. I closed the door and locked it and then followed the sounds. She was in the washroom, the sink running and the door partially closed. She stuck her head into view and said, “you’re next.” Then she tossed a towel into a hamper and traded places with me. I cleaned up quickly using a hand towel and tossed it as well and then went to find her.