The Pleasure Ledger Pt. 02

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This is a direct continuation of the story featuring Letty and Travis. If you haven’t done so yet, I highly recommend reading the first part now, so you’ll get to know the characters and the setting.

As always, enjoy! — Peeter Silver

Running the Gauntlet

I woke up the next morning at six, half an hour before my alarm. I hadn’t slept that well in a long time and was feeling refreshed and energized. And most of all, happy. When I looked into the mirror, there was a broad grin cemented on my face. “Today is going to be interesting,” I thought to myself. My colleagues might have me running the gauntlet just like Letty’s family had her on the weekend.

And that’s exactly what happened. I didn’t mind, though. I tried to be as evasive and noncommittal as possible, but some of my workmates who knew me a little better were quite insistent. “What’s her name?” seemed to be the typical greeting of the day, but there was absolutely nothing that could derail my good mood.

Letty texted about noon. “Hey there, how’s it going?”

“Great! I’m now generally referred to as ‘Whatshername'”.

“Haha, I feel you. Same here. Saturday all over again. Don’t know who’s worse, them or my family.”

” 🙂 Thank you for all the smiles, though.”

“You’re so welcome. What’s for lunch?”

I told her, and she approved. “Talk to you tonight,” she finished.

“Absolutely.”

The rest of the day was a blur. Time sure flies when you’re having fun. I ran some errands on the way home, caught up with household duties, had a small dinner and finally settled in on the couch. I thought about texting Letty, but then decided to just call her directly.

“Hey there,” came the soft reply on the second ring.

“A penny for every time I hear that.”

“You’d be rich in no time,” she giggled.

“How are you?”

A deep, happy sigh. “Happy as a clam at high hide. Today was blur. The last days have been a wild ride, but, hey. Who am I to complain?”

“I’m totally with you on that. This is… I don’t know. Nothing I expected, but everything I hoped for.”

“I know, right? It’s been, what, four days? Five? This is… woof. I’m confused.”

“Four days, yes. Doesn’t feel like it, though. So, tell me about your day,” I said. I wanted to keep the conversation going, and at the same time, learn more about her. Which worked out great. In the end, we talked for almost three hours, filling each other in on our work, our colleagues, and finally also sharing more family details and anecdotes. There was a lot to laugh about, and I soaked up everything she said like a sponge. The more I learned about Letty, the more I was liking her, and the more I wanted to know. I was starting to feel like this could become way more than just ‘company’. But I was also trying to caution myself — after all, we had just met.

Tuesday went by very much in the same way. We didn’t talk on the phone that day, though. She spent the evening with her youngest brother Rick and his family for a board-game night.

I went over to Alex after work, to continue working on his deck. He wanted to get it done before the weekend. I parked my car and walked right around to the back of the house, where I knew I would find him working. He saw me, smirked, and started to say something, but I immediately cut him off, anticipating his question. “Her name is Letty. As in Letitia.”

Alex held my eyes for a few seconds, then turned around and hollered at the top of his lungs, “Honey?”

“Yes?” came the shouted reply from somewhere inside the house.

“Her name is Letitia!” Alex called out.

I didn’t hear her reply, though, because there was male voice loudly cheering from the neighbor lot, “Woohoo, way to go, Travis!”

I looked back and forth between the neighbor and the house, completely dumbfounded. “Word travels fast around here,” Alex said in a matter-of-fact voice, as if that would explain everything.

I laughed in exasperation. “So much for ‘keep it to yourself’, huh?”

“Hey,” he shrugged, “I didn’t tell anyone,” and then added with a wink, “almost.”

I shook my head and gave up, laughing to myself. Alex had his quirks, but there were reasons why he was one of my best friends, and in fact, this was one of them. I looked around the deck to get a grip on what needed to be done next, but when I went to pick up the measuring tape, I was stopped dead in my tracks by the sound of a female clearing her throat in a very commanding way.

Alex’ wife, Rita, was leaning in the door frame, smiling at me, arms crossed in front of her chest. “Letitia, huh?” she inquired, and when I didn’t reply, she beckoned impatiently with one hand and ordered, “come on, spill it!”

I smiled at both of them and then simply said, “nope.” When they started to protest, I explained, “look, I only met her last week. We talked on the phone, we had dinner once, I have no idea where this is going, so I won’t say anything about it.”

Rita pondered this, then said with a disarming smile, “I think you have karabük escort a pretty good idea where this is going. Tell her she’s invited for dinner whenever y’all can make it.” She spun around and vanished inside the house again, not waiting for, or allowing for, any response.

“Tell her,” Alex added, pointing a finger at me in emphasis, then added “why don’t you start on the rail back there, I’m fixing up this end.” And with that, we got to work.

When I finally got home late that evening, I took a shower and then crashed on the couch, not quite ready for bed yet. I texted Letty, “Still up?”

“Thought you’d never text,” came her immediate reply. I called her.

My heart did a summersault when I heard her signature “hey there!”

“Penny,” I said.

She chuckled. “How was your day?”

“You just earned your first dinner invitation.”

“I what?” she laughed in disbelief.

I told her all about the evening at Alex and Rita’s. “Aw, that’s so sweet!” she squealed and then added playfully, “too bad I already have plans for the weekend.”

That immediately brought back some intense memories. “Really?” I inquired, “what plans?”

“Hmmmm, let’s discuss tomorrow.” The way she said it sounded very promising.

“So, how was game night?”

She laughed. “Oh my. Rick’s son, my nephew, just turned 11. He’s a hoot and a half. He also gets quite competitive at times.” She launched into a reprise of the evening, which again gave us lots to laugh about. I caught myself thinking, I want to be a part of that family. We called it a night after some more small talk, and I went to bed with a warm feeling inside. I suddenly felt alone. But then I realized, just a week ago, I didn’t have anyone whom I could miss, at least not this way. What a change!

The Back Door

Wednesday came and went. By now it seemed most people had gotten used to my new jovial self. At least the nosy questions subsided when they realized they couldn’t pry any more information from me. The good thing about the situation was, I gave me a lot of energy and I was able to take on some otherwise tedious tasks with relative ease. I got a lot accomplished at work, which boosted my mood even further.

Letty and I had texted occasionally throughout the day and agreed to call at eight. So, I made sure to wrap everything up by then and be all set for another chat that promised to become interesting, to say the least. I was prepared better this time, wearing only a pair of shorts, and having two towels within reach.

It was eight o’clock sharp when the phone rang. I picked up and got ready to say something, but Letty quickly burst out, “Hey there!” like it was a competition.

Well, it was. “That’s what I wanted to say,” I protested.

“I know, right?” she quipped, “that’s why I was quicker.”

We laughed at that and chatted somewhat about our day. Eventually I said, “well, I think we still have business to talk about, right?”

Her voice immediately became husky and filled with anticipation. “Indeed, I think we do. Another one of those doors that once were opened…”

“Exactly,” I confirmed. “Let’s call this one the back door. Ladies first.”

“Uh. Ok. Uhm…” She had probably counted on me going first again. “Well, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Are you naked?”

“Almost.”

“Then you’re not ready. Come on!”

I put the phone aside and quickly complied. “All set,” I reported.

“Good. Just so you know, I’m in my bed…”

“M-hm…”

“…I’m all naked as well…”

“Mmm-hmmmm…”

“…and I’m wearing a butt plug. One of the bigger ones.”

Well, that escalated quickly. I had to swallow as I tried to picture the scene. Also, ‘one of’? She had a collection of these? Holy macaroni. Now I was really interested. I couldn’t help but ask, “do you play with it?”

“Of course,” she replied lustfully, “I mean, that’s the whole point, right?” There was a short pause which inspired a lot of ideas of how she spent that moment. “Would you like to watch?” It came across more as a moan than as a question.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied, desperately trying to keep at least some of my blood in my brain.

“Maybe I do,” she teased. “How hard are you?”

“Almost hurts.”

“Hmmmm.” It sounded like she was licking her lips. “Can’t wait to see that! Well, let me… inspire… you a little… more. In my experience, most people have a favorite spot where they like to be touched intimately, that really gets them off. Do you have one?”

I had. But before I could answer she added, “don’t tell me what it is. Just say if you have one.”

“I do.”

“See? Ok. I have a sweet spot as well. It took me a long time to discover it. As you may have guessed by now, it’s my butt. The inside, to be precise.”

“Mhmm.”

“I adore my butt. I know that sounds strange, but it gives me a lot of pleasure. I’m kind of proud of it. I like to show if off. Not in public, of course, but in escort karabük private. I like it being played with. There’s a whole chapter in the Letty Handbook on how you can turn me on that way.”

I chuckled, “there’s a handbook for you?”

“I need some instructions to get along with from time to time.”

“Will there be a test?”

“Of course. It’s an oral exam,” she snickered, putting emphasis on ‘oral’, “and a practical test. You’ll have to push all the right buttons.”

“Do you think I might have some… leverage with the examiner?” I asked, not being particularly proud on the rather lame play on words. But she caught on anyway. “Uuh, that’s a hard one,” she replied in a very complimentary tone.

“Exactly.”

She giggled at that. “You’ll be fine, you’ll see. Just to make the point that when you eat me out, the south end of my coochie isn’t where the fun ends. It’s where it gets even better.”

“Point taken.”

“Good. Then I’ll…” She paused as if she had a change of mind while talking. “Maybe I’ll just show you, for starters. I’ll let you watch, closely even, but not touch. I’ll play with it, with my fingers. Maybe I’ll let you lube me up. Just on the outside, though. Then you’ll have to watch again.”

There was deep breath, and once again I was wondering what the hand that didn’t hold her phone was doing. I know what I was doing. I was holding the phone in one hand, and my straining dick in the other, somehow trying to keep it under control.

Her voice dripping with lust, Letty continued, “I’ll dip my fingers in. Just one, just a little bit at first. Then I’ll go deeper, explore, add another finger. I’ll let you pick a toy and give it to me. I’ll take it from you, play with it a bit, tease you, just as much as I tease myself.”

She moaned in a way that made it obvious she was way beyond teasing herself at this point.

“Eventually, I’ll push it in. Touch my sweet spot. Savor the fulness. The feeling of adding the last piece to a puzzle. I’ll play with your toy, let it slide in an out…”

She couldn’t suppress a primal sound while I imagined her doing exactly what she just said. The thought that she was thinking about me watching her while she did it gave me extra thrills. I had my eyes closed; it was all happening in my head now. I was no longer in my house, but in an imaginary bedroom with her. I had a solid grip on my raging hardon, moving my hand up and down, already slick with precum. I was so close, but tried desperately to hold out and let her go on.

“I’ll look at you, look into your eyes. Beckon you to get closer. I’ll let you… hmmmmmm… touch me. Not with your hands, just with your tongue. Up north. You lick… uuuuuhmmmm… you lick my wet lips… I can feel your breath on my clit aaaaaaaaaaand… mhmmmmmm… as your tongue finds its way, I push your toy all the waaaaaaay iiiiiiiiiiinnnooooOOOOH MY GAAWWWDmrrrppff….” Her words became a primal scream that turned into convulsive huffing and puffing as she climaxed hard.

Not that I heard much of it, as her words and voice had the exact same effect on me. I writhed on the couch, shooting out large loads of cum, covering my belly and chest in a gooey mess. I gasped and twitched, and the phone clattered to the floor as I lost control of it. But for the moment, I didn’t care. I couldn’t. I let the endorphins have their way and just lay there, on my couch, naked, catching my breath, probably grinning like an idiot. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered right now, except who I was with, at least in my mind.

Eventually, I gathered myself, grabbed a towel and cleaned myself as much as possible. A few spots around me needed cleaning as well, but that would have to wait. I groped for the phone and finally found it under the couch. The call was still going.

“Hello?” I asked cautiously.

I heard nothing at first, but when I listened more closely, I could make out accentuated breathing, interrupted by occasional sobs. I started to worry. A little louder, I asked again, “Hello? Letty?”

After a moment, there were some ruffling, scratching and bumping noises as she fumbled with the phone and brought it back to her ear.

“I’m here,” she said weakly, her breath catching and adding another sob.

“You okay?”

“Couldn’t be better,” she replied quietly, sighing, slowly regaining her posture. “That was just a little… intense?”

“Need a break?” I offered, but she immediately objected, “No! Stay with me, please… Just… stay… ok?”

“Ok,” I agreed, and we remained silent for… I don’t know how long. I had completely lost track of time. Her breathing had become very regular, and for a moment I thought she might have fallen asleep. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she did, I almost dozed off myself.

When she eventually started talking again, it was merely a whisper. “I trust you, Travis.” Somehow, it felt like she didn’t expect a reply, so I just waited. “I want to you to be with me. Not on the phone. Here. I want to share with you, do karabük escort bayan with you, everything I just said. Everything we talked about on Sunday.”

She was gathering more thoughts, and then continued, still a mere whisper, “You can do with me whatever you want. Anything… as long as you’re gentle, there are no limits. Do you understand? None. At all.”

I was suddenly overcome by emotions. The ways she had said, it sounded so honest, so devoted, so vulnerable. She did a trust fall, right there on the phone. I wanted to catch her, hold her in my arms. Literally.

“I d…do,” I stammered, “I will do that. We will do that.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and started sobbing again. Barely audible, as if it was not intended for me to hear, she added, “I miss you,” before starting to weep openly. Tears were running down my face as well now. What was happening here? I was in total turmoil.

We quietly spent more time letting the proverbial dust settle, not saying a word. For whatever reason, I did check the clock this time. 20 minutes of silence on the phone. But not one second of it felt awkward.

“Travis?” she asked tentatively.

“I’m here.”

“Now I could use a break.”

“Granted,” I chuckled, “just call me when you’re ready.”

“I will.” Click.

I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings. I stood up, gathered my shorts and towels, and headed for a quick shower. Refreshed, and wearing a fresh pair of shorts, I cleaned up the remaining mess and got something to drink as well as a late snack. It was another ten minutes before the phone rang again.

I picked up but didn’t say anything right away.

“Say it,” came her voice, much more solid again, and with a teasing undertone.

“Hey there!” I smiled.

“I’ll let you use it whenever you earn it. And you did.”

“Thank you! Is that also written in the Letty Handbook?”

“I’m sure it is, somewhere” she snickered, “I never read it myself.”

I chuckled at that. I gave it a moment, then sincerely said, “Thank you, again. For before. That was intense… It was also quite… touching.”

“Oh yes, it was. I’m no stranger to my toys but sharing that with you was… something else.”

“Mh-hmm. I can’t wait to share that again,” I acknowledged, “in person.”

“Certainly,” she replied. “So, is that what you expected to find when opening the back door again?”

“Part of it,” I confirmed, “but yes, absolutely.”

“Part of it?” she asked, sudden curiosity in her voice. “Then what’s the other part?”

In contrast to before the break, the mood of the conversation currently was neither lustful nor erotic, so I struggled a bit. But I wanted to get this out.

“Ok, so, you remember telling me about your sweet spot? And asking me if I had one, too?”

“Sure.”

“Well, I consider myself having two sweet spots. One of them is the same as yours.”

There was expecting silence on the line, so I continued. “Imagine everything you just told me about your toys, your fingers, or better, my fingers, and how you like your butt to be played with?”

“Yes?”

“Would you return the favor?”

“What?”

“Would you return the favor?” I repeated patiently, and more slowly, to let it sink in.

“Ooooooooooh,” she chimed in as the penny dropped, “so as far butts to play with are concerned, I’m getting two for one?”

“M-hmmmm.”

“Wow, ok,” she replied, trying to comprehend. “Well, that’s a first. But, challenge accepted.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“What? No, not like that. I mean, uhm, I’ve done it before, it just that… I, uhm… well, not on a guy. Isn’t that unusual, though? Or are you, errr… gosh…”

She sounded somewhat lost, so I decided to throw her a lifeline. “Well, first of all, you have to understand that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, ok? No means no, right?”

“No, that’s not it, I just…,” she stammered.

“Ok, secondly, I’m not into guys. It happened once, in the heat of the moment with another couple a long time ago, and I concluded that this is not for me. I know that more guys enjoy it than admit it, but I’d much rather stick with… you.” I had wanted to say ‘women’ at first, but addressing Letty instead felt better. “Or toys,” I added.

“You have toys?” she inquired, now moving on familiar terrain again.

“I do,” I confirmed. “Look, it’s one of my sweet spots, and I like to tend to it, or it be taken care of, just like you do. Butts are exactly the same in men and women, so when you enjoy it, why shouldn’t I?”

After I said it, I realized that may have come across a little harsher than intended.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” she apologized. “I told you about the clubs Doug and I went to for some time. Naturally, there were threesomes and foursomes and whatnot. Yes, I also had sex with other women. And for my part, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Some of them liked their butts to be played with just as much as I do, so I have some experience. I do enjoy returning the favor. I just never did it to a guy.”

I sensed she wasn’t done yet, so I waited.

“You know, you really made me curious now,” she finally added.

“Hehe, that’s what I wanted to hear,” I rejoiced, then added, “and what was that you said about threesomes and sex with other women?”

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