Story 74 Part C Background

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                                                                               Posted by Rajah

        So finally we come to the last section of my story. I had intended to publish the whole story at once with just three headings for each section but a meeting of the writing team decided the story should be divided. We quickly saw that two sections would not work so a three-section format was finally decided on. 

       The final section of my story is about Sarvesh and Mandara. Like I said last week, I wanted to capture him wanting to rush in while she wanted to hang back, take the time to enjoy the sexual build up to full intercourse and great orgasms. It was interesting seeing how this worked out between these two sexual partners. I must confess it sort of surprised me as well and I was writing it too. The contrast of sexual styles is an interesting subject which has caught my attention in many of these stories.

        I have done this having slow sex with the girls just to try. It is surprising how each of them reacted. I must say Ayaka is the most amusing. She became frustrated, almost angry with me. When she complained I started to laugh which didn’t exactly help either. That night we messed it up between us. 

       About this same time as I began this story, young Ayaka wrote a story herself. See it in Letter/Story 65. I really liked what she did with that one. It was sexy and built to a great session of sexy exhibitionism on the beach. I knew Anne had decided to place that story earlier in the blog before my one here was published so I could consider her story to be known by the characters.  I decided to take her scene and build it into a fantasy scene here in my story.

        One night I was lying in bed with Shandra and we were talking about this scene.  I confessed I was a bit unsure how to begin this part of my story so we began talking about it of how we can introduce this scene.

        Suddenly she said, “Here let me show you.”

       What happened next was almost the same as what happened in the story where we began with the idea of Ayaka’s story and built it into our own fantasy. It was exciting doing that and I must admit the sex that followed was good for both of us too. After we finished, we turned the light on and began making notes of what we had done. These notes became my guide for the fantasy scene in my story. So you could say this scene was written during a session of hot sex.      Ayaka you didn’t know that, did you? That we didn’t just write about your sex scene, Shandra and I actually acted it out first.

       When I got time a few days later I went back through and typed it up on the computer. At this point, I began developing the story into a conversation between Sarvesh and Mandara. Later others cleaned it up and completed it as you see it here.

       So they did this in the story next morning and like I said above my scene went a lot further than the one Ayaka wrote. As I was working on it I talked with Ayaka about it. She was pleased with what I was doing and really liked the finished scene. (I learnt just before publishing that you, Ayaka, had a big hand in the final editing. Thank you.) 

        So that was my first attempt at a full story myself. As I said in the first background two weeks ago, I never got it finished before events in my personal life overtook me. Allan, Susan and Anne completed it, then Kim and Ayaka did their bits and Reshma did some too, and not to forget my wife Shandra who gave lots of advice, but I am pleased with the final result. That is what counts in the end, a good story we can all enjoy.

       I was not sure I would get to do another one since as the blog grows and becomes more complex there is an ever increasing workload keeping it running as we want it. I thought the future of my writing would be adding smaller parts to letters as we continue rather than doing another full story myself. But in the last few days, that has changed. I am starting on a combined story with Reshma. We will see how this develops in the next few weeks.

        So I hope you enjoyed it and found something new in my story.

        Anne has asked me to tell you, next week we have a very short story where the question is asked, “What about going to an adult resort?”

       This story will not be too sexy but is very important as it begins the final build-up towards the adult resort stories.  It also tidies up some loose details in the lives of some of the characters.

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Story 74 Part B Fun in the Guest House.

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Part B – What Jeevan and I Did Together.

        Jeevan followed me up to the bedroom. We both just wore bathrobes since we’d come directly from the spa pool. I threw mine off, allowing it to fall to the floor as I jumped on the bed. I lay back against the pillow watching him. What happened next was a surprise for me.
        Taking a small bag he disappeared into the bathroom. Before long I heard he was cleaning his teeth! A bit later he returned and sat down at the dresser. I could see he was watching me so my hands moved to my breasts, to my nipples. But he didn’t make a move towards me instead, continuing to brush his hair. I now decided to take things further as my hand moved to my pussy, stroking it, opening my lips, showing him how ready I was for him. But although he was watching me in the mirror he still didn’t get up. It almost looked like he was preparing to go out rather than preparing to go to bed. That thought made me laugh.
        He looked up at me in the mirror when he heard that.
        “What?” he asked.
        “Oh nothing,” I replied. “Just watching you.”
        “Won’t be long. I’m almost finished.”

Story 74 Part B Background

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                                                                               Posted by Rajah

        So last week I finished my background notes without answering the question where the idea for this story came from. This will be my purpose for this week.

        I was reading through the various stories trying to get some ideas for my story and suddenly I discovered that Jeevan and Mandara had never swapped partners with Sarvesh and Amita. This surprised me because they are supposed to be close friends. Since just a bit later in this volume Hansini and Mootie swap with Mega and Brian I thought a story such as this would fit nicely in here.

       I pointed out this oversight to Anne and suggested this would be a suitable location for such a story. She thought it was a good idea but she did warn me that what I intended was actually a big effort for a first story. I soon discovered that for myself as I had explained last week. So you can see that I not only decided on the subject of my story I even got to decide on the location as well. Here is it the opening story for Vol 6. 
       What I neglected to see was that during this time Amita was expected to be pregnant. My wife Shandra pointed it out to me after I had finished that intense sex scene. We took the matter to Anne and she said it would be Ok as we could say Amita was early in her pregnancy. This was written into the story.

        Last week we saw the opening scenes. I wanted to do something different for my opening so I jumped you straight into that conversation between Mandara and Amita. I then explained what was going on after that. The next part was Hansini and Mega finding out about what was going on too. Again I did this using conversation between the four girls.

        This, of course, led to the sexy shower the climax of that first section. I knew both girls had an interest in being with a woman so they would have no problems doing it again. I also knew that many of us guys find a woman in a sari under the shower to be very sexy. It made sense to combine both these ideas into that sexy shower session. Two sexy women in their colourful saris, soaking wet, enjoying each other. What could be better than that?

         Later Susan added in that little standoff between Amita and Sarvesh. Susan, why do you have to pick on us Indian guys? It seems you think we are all too bossy with our women, treating them badly. While this might be the case with some men, not just Indian men either I might add, but it certainly does not need to be for all Indian men. Well, you did a good job of this as it added a new view of this couple. I added that frown Amita gave her husband warning him not to over-ride her plans to further develop Susan’s idea. And I do like that line of Susan's where Sarvesh says, 'Sorry my friend, as much as I like you, I would rather have you wife in bed with me tonight.' Good one, girl!

         In the section published this week, we get to read what Amita and Jeevan did. At first, I was only going to get Amita to tell the story and then let Mandara take over for the last section but my wife Shandra suggested I use the guy's view as well. That is why Jeevan takes over part of this story. She is right, this had worked well in the Domino Stories too back in Letter 57.

        One of the important themes I had almost from the beginning was to show Sarvesh and his wife Amita as being more sexually aggressive, in a rush to get into full intercourse while Jeevan and is his wife Mandara would be more laid back, as we would say in New Zealand, slowly building towards full sex in a very relaxed manner. This is what you did Anne back in Letter 57 – Story Four so I wanted to continue with this, to capture this meeting of different ways of taking sex as well and see where it took us.

        Yes, I am happy my story has done this well both in this section which you can read today and in the one next week as well.

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Story 74 Part A Fun in the Guest House.

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Part A – I Want to Do Something Different.

        “I want to do something different.”
        “Different? Like what?”
        “Something exciting... more sexy... For our special weekends.”
        “Sexy? Sounds interesting,” I (Amita) said.
        “Remember what we did when the New Zealanders were here?” Mandara said. “I would like to try that again. You know... The swapping... For the sex-games.”
        “The partner swapping? Yes, I liked that... It was fun.”
        “Well, maybe we can do it again, Amita?”
        “You mean among us... Here in India?”
        “Yes... Yes, when we come to your house... When you hold the next nude day.”
        “But Mandara, I don’t think the other two couples would be willing.”
        “We don’t need to have them involved. Just us... and our husbands, of course.”
        “OK, I know the boys will be keen... so we don’t need to ask them.”
        “Let’s surprise them?”
        "Yes," I agreed. "It will be a nice surprise."

Story 74 Part A Background.

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                                                                               Posted by Rajah

Hi! My name is Rajah, Shandra’s husband.

        Up until I wrote this story much of my work on the Letters Project involved admin type work. It is my job to publish every Friday and take care of various problems so the main writers could continue their good work.

        One day we were considering this section covered by the old Vol 5 and the idea came about to split it into two volumes which became the final Vol 5 and Vol 6. During the process, this section was expanded by moving stories around and adding a number of new ones.

       At the meeting to decide this, the idea came up for each of us newer writers to do a story. So Kim, Ayaka and myself, each took a story to develop and write as our own. Ayaka got her one done quickly, taking only a few days (Letter/Story 65), Kim was working on one involving rain and mud, which was published last week (Letter/Story 73). I then had mine set in India with some partner swapping but I was having trouble with it.

        Shandra suggested that I write down an outline of the whole story and then treat each smaller section as a complete story. This was working and as I gathered the notes and ideas I could just add various parts into the story. 

        As this process continued young Ayaka wanted to get involved and give me lots of advice. Just because she finished her story quickly, in only a few days, seemed to make her think she was an expert. But I wanted to do this myself. I think I was making steady process and if I had more time I would have finished it too.

        Unfortunately, it was not to be, as events in my personal life overtook me. Soon the wedding between Shandra and myself was rushing up. We became very preoccupied with the details of this and so not much further writing was being done. Then after the wedding, there were the many tasks involved in preparing my business to be left while I was away in India showing my wife to my family members there.

       Also during this period, that fault was discovered in the HTML code on the index page. Susan had been copying the format as she worked down the page. It seems like a good idea at the time but it actually created a ‘bomb’ waiting to go off. One day we went on-line to discover font size and double spaced issues all over the way down the page. There was no quick answer; I had to deal with each problem, one by one by one as I worked down the page. This took me a lot of time too.

        Now when I was getting ready to leave for India, Anne informed me she and Susan were willing to complete my story using my notes. I knew there were some other projects waiting for me when I got back; I also knew I would be busy with my business, so I gave them my permission to continue. 

       They must have worked fast because I had only been in India two weeks when I came to learn my story was finished. I do notice they were careful to follow my outline so what they completed was very much as I intended. They even seemed to have followed my writing style as well because now it’s hard to say which parts are theirs and which are mine. Anne sent it to me while I was in India, I had time to go over it making final adjustments as I wanted them and then we called the job finished.

       Later the uploading team of Kim and Ayaka came through and did their little bits in the story and Reshma my sister-in-law has done some too. So you can see I am unable to take full credit for this story even if it is attached to my name. But I am very happy with it and I hope you are too. Oh, Allan, I suppose you were in there somewhere too.    
       I really like that opening conversation where we are left to figure out for ourselves who is talking. I don't know who did it that way but it's a good idea.

       Next week I am going to again do the background in which I will be more informing about the story itself and where the ideas came from.

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Story/Letter 73 Mud, Rain and Sex.

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Update and Makeover - 2021.

          When Anne, Susan and I joined the website Literotica, we began publishing some of our stories there. During this process, the stories were improved from what they are here. As long as they didn't change things too much, we've decided to include these better-upgraded stories, replacing the original ones with their newer versions.
                    Kim.

Hi, Joseph here.
          Oh, Amita! Who is a naughty girl? And doing that to shock poor Katrina, too. I hope you cleaned the table before breakfast. I must admit, having your friends standing around watching was interesting, too. Like some of the things we did in India.
          Please tell Katrina I personally enjoyed her story. Forward to Letter 70 Part A. I hear that it might continue. Well, I am looking forward to that too. Nice work, Katrina. Sure, I know you got some help from others, but it was your heart in it. I could see that.
          Now I must get on, as I have a very big story for you this week.

Letter/Story 73 Background.

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Hi, Kim here.

            Ayaka began writing a complete story by herself (see Letter/Story 65), and so I decided to try one as well. I played with a few ideas, and then in early April 2013 something happened that gave me the inspiration to begin writing.
            Let me explain. Since Christmas 2013, there had been almost no rain, and by the end of March things on the farm were beginning to get very bad. As milk production plunged, it was looking like the farm was going to make a loss for the year, which was the last thing Anne wanted for her first season. Anne and Allan were even considering pulling the plug on milking and drying the herd off to protect the stock for next season. At that time we also had visitors; Anne’s parents and Ayaka’s parents were both staying with us on the farm.
            One day we were sitting around the table when it started to rain. Not that heavy, more a steady drizzle than heavy rain, but that was just what the dry, parched pasture needed. Anne was so thrilled she jumped up from the table and ran outside with Allan close behind her. By the time I got out there, they were standing out in the rain on the lawn, hugging each other.
            Suddenly Shandra, who was standing beside me, gave a yell and ran out to join them. She jumped up at them, catching them both by surprise and knocking them over. The lawn, which by now had almost no grass, had quickly turned to mud, so there were the three of them rolling in the rain and mud. It was funny to watch them; we were laughing until they looked up and saw us.
            “Come and join us,” Anne called.
            Susan went straight away, running out to join them, slipping in the mud and landing on top of Allan. That was not the most graceful way of doing it, I must say.
            I looked at Ayaka, she looked at me, and we both laughed again. I dropped my watch onto the deck chair, and we both ran out to join them in the rain. We pushed each other over, threw mud at each other and were having great fun until soon we were as wet and muddy as they were. Then we looked up and saw our visitors standing under shelter on the deck watching us.
            We realised how shocked they must have been as we got up out of the mud and went back to the house. Of course, we were too muddy to go inside, so Anne’s mum went and got us some towels. Ayaka’s dad took the hose and sprayed us, taking off as much mud as he could, then we each went around the side of the house where we could strip off our clothes and wrap ourselves in a towel before we went inside for a shower. That might have been a bit sexy for him, hosing us, seeing us girls in soaking wet clothes.
            My blouse had become a bit see-through, and I wasn't wearing a bra. He must have noticed my hard nipples.

            Later, sitting around the table having a hot drink, Anne asked her father, “Did we shock you, Dad?”
            “No, honey,” he laughed. “Not with you, Anne. We’ve come to expect anything could happen when we come here.”
            She wasn’t sure how to take that at first until Allan started to laugh. Soon we were all laughing.
            Little does he know just how true those words actually are. LOL. With Anne, Susan and Shandra, anything could happen when they get going. And often it does too!

            So that inspired me to write this week’s story. Since it could fit almost any time after Joseph and Lizamoa had moved to New Zealand, we decided to place it here, even though the stories around it had been written late in 2008.
            I did get some help with the landscaping part. Anne and Allan suggested many of those details. I went to get Susan to check the sex scene. She made a few suggestions to help. Shandra wanted Joseph to see his wife with her beautiful hair in a puddle of mud, so I added that. Ayaka suggested that key moment where Shanti throws mud at Joseph to start the fight. Reshma cleaned up some of the grammar for me as well. Finally, Anne asked me to include that little conversation between Lizamoa and her mother-in-law. This is to start preparing for a future story which was finally published in Sept 2015, Vol 11. Thank you all, guys.
            So finally one of my stories gets published as well. I’m very pleased with it, and I hope you enjoy it too.

            Anne has asked me to add that this brings us to the end of Vol 5. Next week we will move into Vol 6, which will open with Rajah’s very first story for the Letters Project.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Kim.

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Letter/Story 72 A Good Point / Table Antics.

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Hi from India.
          Thanks for your letter and quick reply. And also thanks for another good story about those cheeky young guys in the tree house. Yes, it is a pity you couldn’t use them because they took such good photos too. We all enjoyed their photos as well. All so those ones of you on the table, Liz. Very sexy doing it there!

          Now, before we get into anything else, let us talk about those comments you made in your last letter, Shanti. They were good points, Sarvesh and I, for that matter, all of us over here are in full agreement with you. Yes, we did take things a bit far, and we took a big risk too. We realised that now, and that is part of the reason why we quickly decided not to replace Elizabeth. We have also been in contact with her again, and Sarvesh has been able to offer her a job at the bank. This was partly because of what happened, but also because she has the right skills for the job as well.

Letter/Story 72 Background.

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Hello from Anne.

            In the last letter, Shanti wrote about her feelings regarding what happened with Katrina and Elizabeth. She said that those in New Zealand were concerned that the girls had been pushed into doing things they were a bit uncomfortable with. She also mentioned what a terrible risk they had taken and what might happen if Elizabeth told anyone else.
            This letter is basically Amita’s response to that. It was at first going to be part of a larger letter, and then we decided to include it to create the impression Amita had rushed to get her reply back to Shanti without bothering to wait for a sexy story.
            When we wrote this back in 2008, the purpose of this little exchange last week and this week was to set down some solid ground rules for the Letters Series. At the same time, we have had the chance to build the bonds between those in New Zealand and those in India. Yes, as you can see, by now we were considering The Letters Project to become much more than just a collection of sexy stories.
            That was how things stood for a few years until we were getting it ready for publication on this blog.

            About a month ago, early October 2013, we were having a meeting, all sitting around in the lounge. Reshma, Shandra’s sister, was there too. She had been working on uploading the Katrina stories, and now we were looking at the next three stories.
            Kim was reading the Tree House Story which Susan had written. She was showing us the changes she and Ayaka had made. When we came to the sex on the table scene, we stopped to discuss it, and Allan made a couple of suggestions for changes to the conversation. I grabbed a laptop, and we rewrote most of that scene as we went.
            Then Kim took my laptop and read us that part again. We all liked it better, so that became the version you now see in Letter 71.
            Then Ayaka said, “I would like to try sex like that one.”
            “You mean sex on the table?” Susan asked.
            “Yeah,” Ayaka replied. “I would be willing to try.”
            “Well, go on then, do it,” Reshma dared her, with a grin.
            Ayaka looked at her in surprise. “What?”
            “You heard me. You want to try, well go on then, try it.”
            “You mean now?”
            “Yes, why not? I’m sure one of the guys will be keen.”
            Then I saw that smile come on Ayaka’s face. You know the one when she is feeling a little bit cheeky, a bit horny, a bit happy with herself. I suddenly knew she was actually considering doing it.
            She turned to Rajah, “Do you want to try with me, Rajah?”
            He just nodded and stood up. She stepped over to him and, taking his hand, she led him to our dining table. Before long, they were both naked and her on her back on the table. Lying there, her thighs were open, and she was totally exposed to him. Shandra found some massage oil and handed it to him.
            He took some oil in his hands and began to rub some over her, over her stomach and breasts, but particularly around her pussy. While he did, he was asking her what she wanted him to do. When she replied to have sex, he asked her again, telling her to ask him dirty. Most of this little exchange also made it into this week's story.
            The sex they had was good. Some of us took the oil and rubbed it over her body, also over him too while they were doing it. I noticed Reshma was putting oil on his chest while her husband was rubbing one of Ayaka's breasts. I also noticed Reshma's breasts were touching his back too. That was a little bit bold for them, I thought.
            It was becoming obvious that Ayaka was almost there. She always gets very vocal when she’s about to cum. Soon she was hit by a massive orgasm. He finished by pulling out and shooting his cum all over her lower body and pussy, making a real mess. That was a good way to finish, so that’s how it ended up in the story too.

            Well, they both had to clean up in what turned into a shower together. By the time they returned, Susan and I were already working on what would become the second part of this story where Amita gets fucked on the table after being inspired by reading Shanti’s story.
            So this is a great example of how our reality and our stories have often inspired each other.

            First - Susan has sex with Brian on a table a long time ago. (Story 71 Background.)

            Second - Susan remembers and uses this idea in her (Letter/Story 71)

            Third - After reading this story, Ayaka asks Rajah to try it with her on our dining table here on the farm. This is the story in this background above.

            Fourth - Afterwards, while they are away cleaning up in the shower together, Anne and Susan are inspired by Ayaka's example to write this extra sex scene for Letter/Story 72

            Fifth - This second story later inspired an event in the office involving Rajah and Allan with Kim on her desk with a couple of bottles of wine. This story was added by Kim as Letter/Story 72 Background Extra.

            Sixth - One of our readers, Kirsten, mentions a little sex scene she had with her husband in the comments of Kim's extra. Others ask for more details, so she sent me the story, which was added to the bottom of Kim's story. Letter/Story 72 Background Extra.

            Next week Kim will publish her first story. Do you like working in the rain and mud?

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Anne.

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Letter/Story 72 Background Extra.

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Late Night Office Work.

Hi everyone, Kim here.
        After Anne mentioned it in Letter/Story 72 Background, I have had many requests for this story, which occurred recently over my desk. Yes, I promised I would post it, so here goes. When I confirmed this with Anne, she suggested I create an extra post for Letter 72. I hope everyone can find it.

Since this post is about real sex, my sex, I'm not going into feelings and orgasm details.
They are more private than I want to share. I will just tell you the basic story.

        Rajah was going to spend the night with me, and he was waiting for me to proofread a report and get it sent away. Sure, it was late to be working, but I tend to do that: start late and finish late. Allan was on the other computer chatting to someone. It might have been Rochelle, that French girl he likes chatting with.
                See Rochelle's Page.
        While we were busy, Rajah made a raid on Anne's Special Reserve Pinot Noir. She can't drink in her condition, so we feel we must take care of it for her. Yes, all three of us had a drink. Another glass and I was feeling a bit cheeky. By now Rajah was reading out Letter 71 to us. He got to the scene where Joseph has sex with Lizamoa, lying back on a dining table. I have tried to reconstruct the conversation which followed as best I can.
        "I think Kim would look good doing that," Allan said.
        "No, she'd never do anything like that. Not Kim," Rajah replied, teasing me. "She is too much of a goody-goody to do that."
        "Yeah," agreed Allan. "You are probably right."
        "Kim would be too shy for that." Rajah added.
        There they were talking about me as if I wasn't even there. How do they know what I would or wouldn't do?
        "Hey, you guys,"I protested.
        "Well, Kim?" Rajah asked.
        "Well, what?"
        "Would you do that on the dining table?"
        "Maybe I would," I replied.
        "No, you wouldn't. Not you, Kim."
        "Sure I would. Anytime you want."
        Some people might consider that a dumb thing to say because now I had left myself wide open. You just know one of them is going to pick that up and dare me.
        "Ok then prove it," Rajah said.
        "What now?"
        "Yes now... With me... Over your desk."
        Now the wine was talking with both of us.
        "Ok," I said. "Ok, I will"

        We quickly had my desk cleared. I was trying to neatly place things on the floor, but he just pushed things off like a bulldozer. When I turned, he was right there behind me, and so I stood to face him. He pushed me back so my arse was against the desk.
        He quickly had my shirt undone while I was working on him. Both of us were in a hurry now. It was amazing how quickly the passion built. As I ripped at his shirt, a button came off in my fingers. (That inspired me to add that to my Story 73.) In his case, he had my shirt off my shoulders and thrown across the room. I wasn't wearing a bra, as I often do at home, so now I was left topless.
        Then his hands went for my jeans. They were soon unzipped, and down came my jeans and panties together. I tried to reach his shorts but didn't have a chance before he picked me up and sat me on the desk.
        There was no kissing or anything like that. He went straight for my tits and began sucking and licking my nipples. I was so turned on by this sudden sex, with what he was doing, soon I had my eyes closed and was moaning with pleasure. Or so they both tell me anyway.
        He stepped back and slipped his own shorts off; he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Norty boy! His shorts ended up somewhere over with my jeans. My panties had hit the desk where Allan sat, which had captured his interest too. He had ended his chat and was watching us. I tried to play with Rajah's raging hard-on, but after a few moments, he pushed my hands away.
        His hand went for my pussy while the other pushed me flat on the desk. He didn't spend too long there either before he was lining himself up. I thought I would have got some tongue treatment, but no, I didn't. He grabbed my hips and pulled me across the desk towards him, so he was able to fuck me as I wrapped my legs around him.

        That was it. He was into me with some hot, hard sex. I will not go into personal details here in public. It's enough for me just telling this story. But I will just say that the sex was over quickly; we were both well-satisfied.
        Then Rajah turned to Allan. "You want a go, mate?"
        He didn't even ask me!
        "Sure," says Allan. Understatement of the year that was, because he had his gear off so fast. More clothes slung around the room.
        Then Allan replaced him between my thighs and continued where Rajah left off. Again it was hot, exciting sex. We were both satisfied too.

        We stopped for a few minutes, and I just sat up. I was still sitting on the desk with my legs hanging over the edge. A bit more wine and Rajah noticed me sitting there.
        "Looks like she still wants some more," he said to both of us.
        The outcome was that I was taken by both guys all over again.
        With drinks along the way, we were now well through the second bottle. After a part glass each to polish it off, we headed for my bedroom. By then it was too late for Allan's plans, so he followed us. I believe a couple of ladies were not too happy with this the next morning. Probably lucky I was going away. LOL So as I was saying, they both followed me to my bedroom where I did it with them both again. Finally, sometime during the morning hours, we got to sleep.

        I awoke to find it was very, very late. Yes, I mean two verys. Let's throw a third in to be sure. It was very very very late. LOL.
        Our clothes had been thrown over us by someone while we were sleeping. I didn't find out who. I looked at the clock and suddenly remembered I had a plane to catch to Palmerston North. We live a couple of hours from the airport. Allan was supposed to leave early on a north trip too, and Rajah was late for his work.
        I remember we didn't get much sympathy from the others as we rushed around the house, trying to get ready and out the door.
        Yes, I did get there on time, and I made my flight thanks to the help of the guy from the car park company dropping me off first. By the time I got to P North, I was hungry, having missed breakfast and lunch.
        Allan was late for his first appointment too, but I hear Rajah cheated. He called in sick!

        So does that answer all the questions?
                Written by Kim with some help from Rajah and Allan.
                        Sexy Princess Kimberley.

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Kirsten and Paul.

Added by Anne 1st December 2013.
        In the comments below, Kirsten mentioned something which happened on their farm one day. She was challenged to tell us more. I received this email from her a few days ago. We have been working on this little story for you.
                                Anne.

From Kirsten to Anne.
        For inclusion in the Letters Blog.

        Over winter, the weeds in our back paddocks have been getting away on us. Since the weather was so good, we decided to spend a few days cutting them. It is not hard work, but slow and time-consuming, so I offered to help. The first day, by midday it had come out hot, and I was wishing I'd worn lighter clothes.
        The following day, with hot weather predicted again, I decided to wear a bikini instead of underwear. By mid-morning, it had come out hot again, and Paul had his shirt off. I went back to the truck. Took my shirt off, then my jeans, leaving myself in a hot little bikini. I went back to work like that.
        "New uniform?" Paul asked as I joined him.
        I smiled. "Working on my tan," I said.
        As I have larger breasts, a lot of cleavage was showing when I leaned over to cut weeds. I noticed Paul sneaking glances when he thought I wasn't looking. Males are amazing, aren't they? He sees me naked pretty well every day, but still, he will check me out when I'm wearing a bikini.
        Well, at lunchtime we sat down under some shade to eat the lunch we had brought. Notice I said shade. Doesn't that kind of change that whole conversation on bums below? LOL.
        Paul started on me.
        "That bikini doesn't cover much."
        "No, daring isn't it?"
        "I think you could make it look better too."
        I should have seen that coming, but I didn't. "How?" I asked.
        "Leave it in the truck."
        "Nude farming?"
        "Sure, why not. You'd get an all-over tan too."
        "You'd like it too?"
        "Well, it's only for you."
        "Sure it is," I laughed.
        Then I noticed the bulge in his shorts. He had a hard-on.
        "Look at you! Always horny, aren't you?"
        "Always," Paul laughed.
        I pushed him back onto the grass. He was just wearing some stretch shorts, and I soon had them pulled down around his ankles. Straight away I reached for his cock. After a bit of playing with him, we were soon both ready for more. Then I pressed myself down onto him. My kiss became more sexual as I felt him pull my bikini bottom down.
        (Yes, I know I said shorts in the comment. I didn't want to get all you guys going over the thought of me doing farm work in a sexy bikini.)
        Then he quickly found my wet pussy, and we did it like that. It was good, made better by being outside on the farm. Always makes it more interesting doing it in an unusual location. There was no chance anyone would see us, but it's always nice having sex outside.
        Afterwards, I pulled my bikini up again, and we continued working. As it was very hot now, I had to put my shorts and shirt back on. A few hours later we headed back to the house.
        So that is how we came to do it in the paddock at the back of our farm. I think it shocked the dogs that these two humans started fucking like that. I suppose they knew what we were doing.

                I hope that was good enough for everyone.
                        Kirsten - with a bit of help from Anne.

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Letter/Story 71 Tree-House Voyeurs.

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Hi from New Zealand.
        Here we are all doing fine, and we hope this letter finds all of our friends in India doing so as well.
        Now, first off, good work, Katrina. Thank you for a great story, which we all enjoyed reading. I know you had some help, but it was still well-written and easy to read. The true test of a good story is how easy it can be read out loud, and yours worked well. We are all looking forward to more of your writing.
        Katrina, like we talked about on the phone, I have done some editing for you. Mainly, I’ve polished it up and added to the conversations. I have sent you a copy of this with all my changes in red. Please have a look and let me know if you are happy with it. If so, then Amita can format it and include your story in The Letters Books.

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Hi from Susan and Anne.

            There are two parts to this story. First, I wrote the story of a hidden treehouse where those boys could watch what was going on around the pool. Then later Anne added the beginning of this letter, the part written by Shanti.

Hi Anne here.

            First off, the part written by Shanti. By the time this story had been written late in 2008, we were starting to have regular get-togethers which would eventually evolve into the Writers Meetings we have today. One feature always included in these meetings was the reading out of stories recently written. One day Shandra read Katrina’s Story out to us, and we suddenly realised what a risk it would have been for Sarvesh and Amita when Elizabeth had left still upset like she was.
            We decided that we want to do more with this and the idea came up of getting Shanti to mention it to Sarvesh and Amita. At first, it was a separate letter, but then we decided to add it to this letter, in this way not taking up another week with a non-sexy story. She does sort of tell them off but then adds that she thought it very important that something had to be said.
            Next week we will see how Amita responds to this.

Now from Susan

            The Treehouse story is about two guys who set themselves up nicely so they can spy on the swimming pool area behind Joseph and Lizamoa’s house. It is a story about voyeurism and exhibitionism, as while the guys are watching from their tree-hut and the girls down around the pool are showing off, all the time knowing they are being watched. Maybe the tree-house is a bit unbelievable, but let's just say these were very resourceful guys.
            At first, I thought this was a good story with the girls each putting on their little shows beside the pool, but then Anne had a better idea. She reminded me of something we had actually done ourselves a few years before, which would be a great idea for this story.

Here, let me explain:-

            We were out together when I told the girls how I had caught my neighbour watching me sunbathing topless in the back garden. He was only about 14, and I was 17. By then we were writing stories about exhibitionism. I thought him checking me out was a bit sexy, so I didn’t bother letting on I knew. If he got off perving my tits, that was fine with me too. Then I discovered he was watching my bedroom window at night. I became a lot more careful with my curtains after that, but still, I noticed a few times his light would go off the instant my light came on, so I knew he was still watching me.
            One night I was feeling a bit naughty when I was getting ready to shower. I went to pull the curtains when I noticed he was there; something made me ‘accidentally’ leave the curtains partly open. I made sure I was positioned so he could see me, then I proceeded to strip completely for him. Quickly putting on my robe, I headed off for my shower. When I returned, I again gave him another good show, this time a complete full-frontal, as I got ready for bed. Suddenly turning off my light, I went to the window and spotted him still there. I knew he had seen everything, which kind of turned me on too. I made myself cum a few times before finally I could settle down and get to sleep.

            Of course, I told the girls about this when I saw them, and they both thought it was a bit sexy too.
            “I would have loved to have seen that,” Anne said.
            “Then why don’t you come over next week?”
            “Will you do it again?” asked Shandra.
            “No, we'll all do it and give him a really great show,” I laughed.
            They both thought that was funny and agreed to come over too.
            So that was what we did. The following weekend, the girls arranged to sleep over at my house after a concert we went to. Of course, mum was out with her boyfriend so we had the place to ourselves. We set things up with a desk light set in the centre of the room, and then, after confirming he was watching, I did my strip, making sure he got a full view, before putting on casual clothes. Of course, Anne, who had been standing out of sight, was quick to jump in and do her little show of a naked Japanese body, following what I had done. At first, Shandra was too shy to follow us, but with a bit of encouragement from us, she did it too, giving him some Indian tits and pussy to look at too.
            That must have been a show for him, seeing the three of us stripping, then full frontal nudity, before we got dressed again. We all got into bed and cuddled up together; giggling about it for a long time before finally, we got to sleep.

            Of course, this fitted nicely into the tree-house story, so I quickly adapted the idea to have all four girls strip and then put on their bikinis for a midnight swim. I think this added an extra sexy climax to finish my story.
            Later we added a bit where the guys return, and Joseph catches Lizamoa giving them another show. He quickly got rid of them so they wouldn’t return again.

Sex on the Table.

            The sex on the dining room table was also inspired by a real-life experience. I was at home with one of my boyfriends, Brian. As usual, Mum was out. Even if she had been home, she would have been off in her bedroom with some guy, so I usually had the freedom to do whatever I liked.
            As I said, Brian was there, and we were fooling around a bit. I was tempting him, getting him horny. Suddenly he grabbed me and lifted me onto the table. My short skirt rode up, exposing my panties, which he soon had off. We then had sex like that, me lying back on the table while he was standing there fucking me. As he entered me, I brought my thighs up and wrapped them around him. Then it was into some hot, sexy sex together. (Do you remember that night, Brian?)
            In my story, I was originally going to have Lizamoa and Joseph having sex on the floor, but then I remembered that Jenny had done this in her story “I’m so Horny” Letter 67, a story we published a few weeks ago, so I began looking for something different. I remembered having sex on the table with Brian.
            Now, recently the editing team of Ayaka and Kim came through and re-worked this scene, so where I had Lizamoa telling him what she felt like showing the guys before they had sex, the girls combined these into Lizamoa telling him while he was fucking her. Works much better like this.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Susan and Anne.

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Letter/Story 70 Part C - Katrina’s Story One.

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Katrina's Story.

Part C – The Second Special Weekend.

        Soon, the six weeks had gone, and they were organising another weekend. I had told Elizabeth, and she agreed to help again, too.
        This time, I took the van into town with the staff. After saying goodbye to my friends, I took a taxi to Elizabeth’s house, and after picking her up, we went back to the big house. Amita thought this would work better than last time, with less risk of anyone suspecting what I was up to. We planned later for us to catch a taxi into town and then I could come home in the van with the other staffs too. My story would be that I spent the weekend with a friend of my family.
        By the time we got back, the guests were arriving. Amita greeted us and said, “You will be in the same room as before if that is alright. Everything is ready, take your things up and then start on dinner.”
        This time, they had a cross-dressing party. When they arrived for dinner, the girls were dressed as men and the men as women. I have to say, a man in a sari does looks a bit funny too. As they moved, it kept falling off, too. None of them could fit a sari blouse and so had to go with nothing under. Yes, it was funny. Hansini came in Mootie's Ranger uniform. His shorts were so large that they had to be folded and pinned. These big baggy pants were coming down below her knees, with her skinny little legs coming out of the bottom. It was too funny to see, and we were laughing.
        Of course, Elizabeth and I had remained in our jeans for the evening. We joined them for dinner, and after cleaning up, we were free for the evening.

Letter/Story 70 Part C Background.

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Part C – The Second Special Weekend.

Hi, Shandra here again.

            This week, the first section of Katrina’s Story comes to its climax with a very surprising ending. More about that soon.
            The second special weekend took place about six weeks after the first. This time, they were a bit more organised with the arrangements for Katrina. Now she took a taxi and brought Elizabeth back with her.

Points in this Story.

            In this story, we read how Katrina receives the new bikinis that they will be wearing for the weekend. As I mentioned in the notes for Part B, here it almost feels like they are being pushed when they are told to get changed. It even seemed to Katrina like it was an order to put the bikini on rather than a suggestion. It appears as if Sarvesh and Amita were pushing the girls in a direction they might not have been so comfortable with.
            The second interesting point is the development in the relationship between Katrina and Elizabeth. When Elizabeth discovers Katrina watching her in the spa pool, rather than lowering into the water to hide her nipples, she comes over and begins touching Katrina’s breasts. This looks as if it could have developed into a very close and sexy relationship, except there was something bigger about to happen, which will get in the way.

The Climax.

            The climax of this story begins when Katrina finds herself in a game of strip chess. The outcome is that she ends up having to strip everything off. Once she got over the shock of being naked, she seemed to have taken it OK, but Elizabeth didn’t. The girls argue and fall out as it appears Elizabeth thought she might be required to get naked, as well. She leaves the house and drops out of the Letters Stories, while Katrina stays on to continue with the weekends.
            Why did we play it that way? Well, we had intended for Elizabeth to become involved in some sexy adventures; in fact, one was partly written for her and Katrina to have a relationship, but then we decided that another married couple would be better. So Elizabeth was dropped from the story, and Brian and Mega were added.
            This is not the last we will see of Elizabeth. There was always that question as to where this relationship between these two girls might have gone, so it is possible we might bring her back into the series again to explore it.

            Next week, we find out what happens when Joseph discovers a treehouse in the forest behind their new house. Also, watch for Kim's first story coming up soon, too.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Shandra, Reshma and Allan Jur.

Extra Added September 2015.

Hi from Susan,
            The theme between Katrina and Elizabeth was picked up again by me. Shandra had begun writing about a relationship between these two girls, but it was never used. Recently, Kim found her notes in our junk folder of discarded stories, etc. Kim brought the idea up at a writers meeting, but when Shandra wasn't interested, I decided to explore the idea. The outcome was in Sept 2015, I published this story, Story 160 Elizabeth in Mumbai.
            (Go read it now if you can't wait until you come across it later.)

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Letter/Story 70 Part B - Katrina’s Story One.

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Katrina's Story.

Part B – Learning About Letters.

        On the Friday evening, Elizabeth arrived and was dropped off at the gate after 5 pm. She walked through the lower garden gate, which was left open for her and locked it behind her. She came in through the back door of the guest house to wait there for me. Nobody was seen by her because everybody was getting ready to leave in the van.
        I made a show of packing a small bag as per usual, but just before the van arrived to take the staffs into the town, I was slipped away to join Elizabeth into the guest house. I was surprised how easy I slipped away unnoticed, just like Sarvesh said it would be. But I did notice Amita greeting all the staffs and wishing them a happy day off. She does not usually do this, and so I knew she was helping take the attention from me.

Letter/Story 70 Part B Background.

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Part B – The First Special Weekend.

Hi, Shandra here now.

            Last week, we followed Katrina through a series of events that finally led her to become involved in the special weekends. Now, this part opens with that first weekend about to begin. In an earlier letter, Sarvesh told us a bit about these weekends, but we will learn a lot more as we follow Katrina through her first one.
            I will not go over the whole story since you will obviously read it yourself. I only want to show you three interesting points that link to themes running through past and future letters.

The Red Swimsuit.

            First, let's look at Lizamoa's red swimsuit. Back in Letter 27, Mike brought Lizamoa a red one-piece swimsuit. She was visiting New Zealand with Joseph, and since she didn’t own a swimsuit, they had to buy one. The suit was actually quite sexy, as being unlined, it clung tightly to the breasts of the wearer, particularly if it became wet. After Lizamoa wore it to the beach in Letter 29 when she went swimming, it sort of drops out of the story for a long time because after that, Lizamoa tended to wear a bikini or less than that when she was swimming.
            It is not entirely clear why it was left in India and how Amita came to own it, considering it didn’t really fit her. Amita herself even wonders why it was left, but of course, it was a logical step for Katrina, since for her first swimsuit, it was sexy, but not too over the top.
            I searched through the stories and notes about Joseph and Lizamoa leaving India, but nothing is mentioned about this swimsuit. I searched through Anne's diary, and nothing is mentioned there either. One answer to this would be to use another one-piece that Amita might own, but as you see below, it was better that it was the Red One-piece.
            For some reason, it really made a difference to Katrina that the red one-piece had been purchased by Mike. There appears to be a special attraction developing between these two, well, at least on Katrina’s side, there is.

Elizabeth and Katrina.

            There seems to be a relationship between these two girls that hints at being closer than just two friends. Both seem to be attracted to the other, with Katrina caught looking at Elizabeth’s nipples in the spa pool, and Katrina waking up to discover her friend holding her breast. We can sort of wonder where this might be going.
            This was intended as a sideline to Katrina's adventures on the Nude Days. Where this was going was undecided when this story was written, as Anne's diary tells us of some spirited debates going on among the writers over what to do with Elizabeth.

The Bikinis.

            During this story, Amita offers to buy bikinis for the two girls. These bikinis come with matching cover-ups and skirts, so they could be used at other times besides swimming. Both girls were surprised at this, but the story ends with the girls agreeing to wear them.
            There was a debate among the writers concerning this. Getting those girls to move to bikinis so quickly seemed to be a bit fast. Almost like Amita was telling them instead of asking them. As I said above, both girls agreed, but it still seems a bit much of a jump for conservative Indian girls. But then, some years later, something similar to this happened for real among our friends in India. See the real-life story of Ayesha and Synthisha.
            As a hint, I’m going to tell you this bikini will play a more important part in future sections of Katrina’s Story. Now I'm going to end before I give too much away.

            Next week, the first section of Katrina’s Story - Part C, is going to come to a surprising ending.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Shandra, Reshma and Allan Jur.

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