4/30/2023 0 Comments Penthouse lettersI went to the refrigerator and got myself a soda and, after some rummaging through her cabinets, found a bag of chips to snack on. The episode of Community ended and another one began. I looked up briefly to see her start down the stairs again in a striking floral long-sleeved midi and white boots, only making it a quarter of the way down before wordlessly pivoting and disappearing back upstairs. I sunk into the couch and started to watch an episode of Community that I rather liked. More minutes passed and I realized that my pants no longer needed the fire department. The floating took her almost to the bottom of the stairs before she turned and floated back up with a short “This is too floaty.” This time she floated down in a delightful pink and purple boho dress. I heard her moving around in the bedroom above me and eventually the stairs once-again creaked their tell-tale creak announcing her imminent arrival. I had the feeling it was about to get good.Īfter a few minutes of trying to find a comfy position on the couch in her tight jeans she stood up and excused herself again. She plopped down on the couch next to me and started flipping through channels to find something to watch. She looked great but not particularly comfortable. She descended the stairs in a cropped brown jacket and high-waisted black skinny jeans. I casually looked up to check out what she was wearing. Moments later I heard the stairs creak as she started down them. I almost had to pour the water down the front of my khakis. She gave me a glass of water and said she needed to go upstairs and change. After she was able to slip away from her admirers we grabbed a bite to eat and I walked her to the front door of her house. The play went well and she seemed in a great mood backstage. I guess those happy/sad masks that represent theater could just as easily be layers of lip gloss, cheek blush and eye liner. She got me front row seats and I made a point to try to watch her expressions as closely as possible to see if I could get an insight into when she was acting and when she was being herself. I guess you can never trust a woman but in the case of an actress I imagined that it went double. She was an actress, the lead in the big play in town, so I was always wary of her abilities to pretend to be someone else or say something sincerely. I had dated her a few times and we seemed to get along well. I have read Penthouse Forum for years and for years I have seen people write “I can’t believe this happened to me” but I am writing to tell you a story that actually happened to me but I can’t believe it happened to me.įorgive me if it takes a while to get good.
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