Chapter 16
                              Henry

Henry was a quiet soul, almost frail. He had been living at Carter Court for over a year. He mostly kept to himself out of shyness. People, respecting Henry's shyness tried, in a variety of ways, to get Henry to shed his shyness and become one with the community. Henry was affable in his rejection, and this only endeared him more to most of the occupants. But under this shyness, there was another Henry. He was fond of looking through the supermarket newspapers, which contained personal ads, and establishing contact with those ads that interested him. The result was an extensive correspondence with men and women that led to other escapades.
	In one such correspondence, for example, he struck up an acquaintance with a 72-year-old woman from Tennessee. Her ad was for a pen pal and "other" which interested Henry. In the first of a long correspondence with Elsa, Henry introduced himself as an 80 year old, lonely, wanting to make the acquaintance of other seniors. The correspondence moved along politely for a number of months with some sexual innuendo added to spice the epistolary conversation. Henry would pick up on some of the innuendo and pursue it with greater detail. In response to Elsa's request for a physical description, Henry replied: 

Dear Elsa,
	Your last letter received. I enjoyed your description of your house and garden. It must be nice to have an outlet such as yours. Here, at Carter Court, there is very little to do except to take occasional trips to points of interest selected by the managers of our retirement community. As a result, I often have to entertain myself in various ways. Of course, writing to you is one source of entertainment for me. I enjoy writing you and exchanging thoughts and ideas. I often try to imagine you, your looks, your preoccupations, your actions. Often, I think of the two of us together in various positions of familiarity. But I don't want to seem rude or offensive, so I will leave it at that unless you wish me to pursue these thoughts further. 
	Hopefully, all goes well with you, and I look forward to hearing from you soon. 					
						
						Affectionately,
                              Henry

	Several days passed, and a letter arrived from Elsa.

Dear Henry,
	I'm so happy that you are well in your community of friends. Your trips sound interesting. Curiously, I, too, spend a lot of time trying to imagine you, your looks, your preoccupations, your actions. It affords me long moments of intimacy with myself. I often wish we were closer to share those intimacies. This week I am going to have some good photos made of myself so that your imagination will have more to go on when thinking of me. Please try to get a photo of yourself for forwarding. I would like that. As far as being rude and offensive, please don't feel that way. We are both adults and we should be able to express ourselves in adult ways. I want to assure you that I will not feel offended in any way.
	I look forward to hearing from you soon.

                              Affectionately,
                              Elsa

	Henry's next letter probed even deeper.

Dear Elsa,
	I'm so happy to hear that you are well and happy. I shall be sure and have a photo taken of myself and forwarded to you in my next letter. I also have a Polaroid and will try to take some of myself in my apartment to give you a sense of my day-to-day living habits. The one I'm enclosing today is of me in my pajamas. I usually sit around in my pajamas during the early morning hours, enjoying my coffee and the newspaper, letting the day unfold. Some days, I have even less on as I wander around my apartment. But I'll save that for another time. I don't wish to get too familiar.
	Speaking of familiarity and the tone of my last letter, I do envision you in a variety of ways. Some days, I see you coming in from your yard work, sweating, cooling off with an iced tea, taking a shower, and relaxing in your living room. My mind moves like a television camera through your living room at these times. Sometimes I try to imagine you as nude, relaxing after that nice shower. At other times, I put myself in your living room with you, sitting close, massaging your neck and arms. Sometimes, I... (I can't say what I want here). But perhaps you get the idea. In any case, it's always a pleasant encounter that I have with you, and I think of you always as a source of happiness for me. On that note, I'll leave you. Write soon.

                              Lovingly,
                              Henry

It wasn't long before Elsa wrote.

Dear Henry,
	I really enjoyed looking at the picture of you in your pajamas. It's nice that you can share with me such an intimate moment. That's what friendship is about. Enclosed is a Polaroid of me in my pajamas, too. I hope you will enjoy it as well as I enjoy yours. I regret that I wasn't able to have my hair done. I think I look terrible. But you'll understand, I hope. After all, that is what I am in the morning. Lordy, lordy, you don't want to see me in my birthday suit! But I'm flattered to know that you think of me that way. I have such a funny body and I must lose a little weight. The fact remains, however, that I often do sit around in the nude after a shower, enjoying the stimulation of the bath. The thought of that massage was something else, Henry. I could feel it here all the way in Tennessee. And it felt so goood! I felt your warm hands on my neck and arms and it sent a tingle to all parts of my body. And I have to admit that what you left unsaid really stimulated me. Imagine! Me, an old lady! But it shows you. We never get too old to feel love.
	Please write soon. 

                              Lovingly,
                              Elsa

	John's response was almost immediate. Arousal was evident in his reply. He even began writing his letters in the nude, since it stimulated him to an erection, which he would bring to closure after the letter was completed.

Dear Elsa,
	Your last letter was so beautiful. And your photo of you in your pajamas was superb. Never mind the hair do! It's the real you, and that's what I'm interested in. I think I wore the picture out looking at it. Every nook and cranny of your body was examined and I loved every part of it. I think you're wrong about your body and not wanting me to see it. Nobody is perfect. I certainly am not. But for us to love others, we have to begin with ourselves. Since you liked what I didn't say in my last letter, let me elaborate. If I were there now, I would not only massage your neck and arms, but I would kiss your eyes, your mouth, your hands, and your feet. Just thinking about it has my body quivering in excitement. And you still have your clothes on! What I wouldn't do if you were naked! Be still Henry! In fact, I see us locked in an embrace, lovingly touching one another, your hands exploring my neck and body tenderly. I sit here thinking about these things wishing we were closer, wishing those touches and embraces were a reality. Do you think of me that way? Do you share my feelings of intimacy? If you feel that responding to me is too awkward, please feel free to tell me. I shall respect your wishes.

                              With much love,
                              Henry

	Elsa responded the same day. What she was experiencing was something new and unfamiliar. All those sexual feelings had returned to her since her correspondence with Henry, and, she realized she had to confront them head on. The result was a letter of greater intimacy, an intimacy she was unused to.

Dearest Henry,
	Isn't it wonderful that two strangers can share such love and intimacy even though you are in Ohio and I in Tennessee? How do I think of you?  Yes, Henry, I think of you in very intimate ways. I hope you'll forgive my awkwardness in expressing those feelings, but, in time, I shall improve. I hope it's with your help and understanding. Right now, I'm thinking of what you said about quivering with excitement. I, too, do that. But I'm not all that familiar with the male anatomy. I see that quivering down in your genital area (I'm so polite; help me Henry). I can see that excitement down there and I want to be there to share it with you. If I were there, I would massage your neck, face and arms, but I would extend my tender massage to your loins. (Help me Henry!) I really would like for us to share those intimacies without any
encumbrances and just hold one another and explore one another in a thousand ways. Am I being too bold Henry? I speak for myself when I tell you that my body reacts to your letters in increasingly physical ways. I find myself massaging myself, my eyes closed, imagining that it is your hands roaming over me. I get an exquisite feeling below that I can't describe except that it is consuming and beautiful. I can't help but feel that you are experiencing something similar. Oh that we could experience it together! Henry, I hope that you won't be offended by my boldness or by my naiveté. But we will see this thing through to a true friendship based on love and affection.
	Please write soon and tell me your most intimate thoughts.

                              Very lovingly,
                              Elsa

	A day or two passed before Henry answered Elsa's last letter. He hesitated because he tried to compose himself. He was definitely aroused, so much so that he masturbated twice each day in this interim. For Henry, that was unusual but it, nevertheless, indicated his state of excitement. Finally, on the third day, he replied.

Dearest Elsa,
	Your most lovely letter received. Oh what a joy it was to have you describe your intimate feelings. For two days, now, I have been in ecstasy, wandering around the apartment in a wonderful state of excitement, thinking of you every moment. I carry your last letter around with me; I sleep with it under my pillow; I touch it; I caress it; I press it to my most intimate parts of my body as if in this pressing, somehow, I will get fulfillment. Needless to say, I was terribly aroused and had to bring myself to a climax almost every day. My penis cries out for you; it asks you to caress it, love it, kiss it. I, too, cry out for that intimacy with you that will demonstrate my love for you. I have daily removed your clothing piece by piece and lovingly pressed it to my body. I removed your shoes and stockings. I kissed your feet tenderly, my tongue tasting the soles and toes of your lovely feet. It inched upward to your knee as I raised your dress to feel and smell the warmth of your loins. Then, I removed your dress. Your loveliness was there to behold. I removed your bra, kissed it, and tenderly and fondly kissed each of your breasts. I lingered long on your nipples and they responded to me with a hardness that signaled your pleasure. Then slowly, I removed your panties. Oh how I shuddered at the sight of your lovely vagina. I shuddered even more at the magnificent sight of your total body and person before me, naked. I knelt before you and let my tongue search your innermost crevices. I began at the navel, tasted, kissed and let my tongue slide down to your vagina. As I did so, my hands tenderly massaged your breasts. But the loveliness of your vagina was something to behold. With your legs spread apart, I kissed your groin and playfully let my tongue caress your labia. I tasted your pubic hair, and let my tongue dive slowly into the inner recesses of your wet vagina. I say wet because I imagined you in a state of excitement similar to mine. I continued to probe those recesses, concentrating on your clitoris, which responded with a rigidity. I suckled here as a newborn, urged on by your sighs and moans of ecstasy. I saw you respond to my loving with a tremor and then a deep sigh of love as you pressed my head and tongue deep into your vagina and screamed as you experienced the joy of release and orgasm.
     Picture me, dearest Elsa, sitting here nude, hard and erect, writing these lovely words of love. My arousal will culminate in an orgasm and, in that release, I will be with you, loving you, sharing your joy of release.
	Till next time, I remain,

                              Your slave and loved one,
                              Henry

	Immediately afterwards, Henry sat on the sofa with outstretched legs and closed eyes and reconstructed his letter and lovemaking. His nakedness, his rigidity, his precum arousal urged him to tenderly massage his testicles, his stomach, his nipples, his gray pubic hair, giving full attention to his shaft, which stood large, wet, and stately. His hand moved slowly up and down, massaging his prostate oozings into the head, the foreskin sliding on and off the head of his dick until the moment of truth. He felt his fluids rising in his testicles until his entire body responded to his touch. "Oh my God, he screamed. "Goooooooddddd! Gooooooddd! Goooddd! Goodd! God!" trailed off into that final exquisite ejaculate that landed on his belly. He collapsed in a state of complete exhaustion on the sofa and dozed.  
Elsa's reaction to Henry's last letter was immediate. She, literally, couldn't contain herself. She paced the living room floor dozens of times, reading and rereading the letter. Then she sat in her favorite chair and continued with additional rereading. She hung on every word, every image, every innuendo, trying to extract every last ounce of meaning from his words. Then there was her arousal. She went to the bedroom, took off all her clothes, and lay naked on the bed, once more rereading Henry's letter. This time, however, she tried to reconstruct Henry's scene of loving. She felt her breasts and rubbed her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. She let her hands roam over her stomach, her pubic hairs, the inside of her groin, her feet, and, finally, her vagina. Her palm rubbed the outer part while her finger searched out her clitoris and the inner warmth and wetness of the inner walls. She raised her legs in a V and spread them to get the maximum penetration and feeling. She laid this way for over an hour, rubbing, feeling, tasting until her entire being cried out for closure. She rubbed harder now, visualizing Henry's hard cock penetrating her agonizingly hot cunt. She felt him deep inside her, thrusting deep into her cunt, his balls beating her ass. She felt his hard shaft begin to swell and spend its precum juices inside her. Finally, she imagined his hot cum hitting the inside of her vagina with force to which she responded with her own juices, both arriving at a simultaneous climax of epic proportions. She came forcefully, her entire body dancing to the rhythm of her orgasm. She screamed a muted scream and lay for two hours on her bed of passion, enjoying the warmth and glow of this special event. Later that evening, she wrote Henry.

Dearest and loveliest Henry,
	Your last letter sent shivers down my spine. I spent the entire day in your company afterwards. I disrobed and lay on my bed naked, attempting to feel your presence near me and in me. Oh how I wanted you; Oh how I needed you. I want to do all the things you asked me. I want to suck your penis and balls; I want to kiss your every part: your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your chin, your neck, your nipples, your feet, your toes. I imagined all that you described and rubbed my clitoris until I came to a most glorious orgasm. Oh Henry. It was beautiful and you were with me throughout. I'm enclosing a polaroid of me lying on my bed naked. I wanted you to see my bed of passion. I am grateful to you for inspiring and teaching me how to love.
	I anxiously and sensuously await your next letter.

                              With much, much love,
                              Elsa

	The photo was a surprise to Henry. Elsa was everything he wanted. He immediately disrobed, sat in his favorite chair and began manipulating his cock and balls as he devoured Elsa's picture. He relived his wildest fantasies through the picture. He touched the picture to all parts of his body so as to gain the maximum satisfaction from it. His cock hardened as never before with this new stimulation. He reached for his Polaroid and took several shots of his hard cock close up. Droplets of precum were visible on the end of his dick. Then he set the timer, stepped back, and took several of his entire body. He was surprised how photographing himself aroused him and he decided to see it to completion, an orgasm. It brought on a new sensation, the desire to see himself after an orgasm. Afterwards, he took pictures of the cum as it lay on his belly, his cock, his hand and his balls. After that, he rested, thinking new thoughts and proposals for their lovemaking.




