I've always had an obsession with Lilly
Grey. She was the most beautiful face to ever grace the silver screen.
I admired her talent and loved her firm body. She was so graceful and
feminine. Each time I laid eyes upon her my body would tremble and my
heart would ache with yearning. Lilly had dark hair dark eyes and dark
skin. She was the most mysterious woman. I'd write letters to her and
speak of how much she meant to me as a person but there was never a
reply. That wouldn't stop me from writing. I knew one day, if I wanted
it bad enough, I'd meet her.
Letter after letter was sent. There
must have been at least seven, however there was still no sign from
the perfect beauty. She must of read them and they had to have
flattered her at least a little.
A few months later I was talking a walk
to a favorite coffee shop near by my home. On the way I couldn't help
but smile, I had a sort of glow for an unknown reason. I neared the
shop and grew butterflies in the pit of my tummy. I started to breathe
heavier and could see my tits move with each breath I took. I entered
the shop and to my surprise I saw a beautiful women who closely
resembled my Lilly Grey. I approached the women with high hopes and
spoke to her. I mentioned the uncanny resemblance and the women said,
"I get that more often than you'd think." We began talking
and I told her of my admiration for the actress. The women laughed
with me and seemed fascinated by the comments I made on Lilly Grey.
She was amused, and I felt comfortable enough to mention my letters. I
told her the things I had written and the women fell deeper and deeper
into the words I was speaking. I admitted to keeping copies of the
letters I'd written to Lilly. The women I was with told me she'd be
interested in reading them. I didn't think of it as an awkward
situation considering the women looked similar and I could just
pretend she was the real thing. I agreed to take her to my home and
we'd sit and drink our coffee there as she read the letters.
We reached my home and sat on the
living room floor. I watched in fascination as the women's eyes lit
up, as she got deeper into what she was reading. She was in awe that
I, another woman, could have such feelings for an actress I'd never
met.
The woman leaned in and gave me a soft
kiss with tears welled up in her eyes. She told me she had never known
anyone to be so sincere and that she would like for me to pretend that
she was the actress so I could receive the returned affection I
deserved. "Are you sure?" I asked. Have you ever been with
another women before?" The women shook her head negatively but I
kissed her anyway. We began kissing for what seemed like an eternity.
Our lips cushioned and cradled one another’s as we pushed our
tongues deep into each other’s mouths.
The kisses were deep and affectionate.
We couldn't get enough of each other. I remover the women's clothes
and she helped me slide out from my own. We remained on the floor as
we both licked each other’s wet orifices. I pushed my face deeper
into her pussy as she squirmed to rub her clit on my nose. She used
her fingers inside me and I moaned in shock of how good it felt. This
woman knew what I wanted. She increased pressure and slid a third
finger into my soaking hole.
We rolled over the carpet together
until we met face to face. Our breasts pushed firmly together and we
began rotating our pelvis' to receive the extreme jolts of pleasure
from our naked bodies. Our affair went on through the night. I fell
asleep with a beautiful woman next to me, but when I awoke the next
morning all I had was a pile of letters. I removed a red elastic band
from around them and read through the stack. The first letter brought
tears to my eyes, the second made me laugh, the third letter made me
smile, and the fourth made me realize that these weren't the copies I
had shown lasts night's partner. They were the originals I had written
to Lilly Grey herself.
THE END