A letter of explanation

Dear Ms Clara Hughes,

I have written this letter and inserted it into your diary, which in your intoxicated state you read several passages to me and expressed your fondness for writing in it. As others than myself were witness to this state, I do not trust your memory of the events to be entirely clear should you encounter any of these witnesses.

Upon entering my workshop, you quickly began showing signs of 'Rilla Nectar intoxication. You loosened your petticoat and started to twirl around, thankfully somehow avoiding making a mess of things. At first, I held out hope that you'd drank enough wine to simply sleep through the worst of it on my sofa, but once you began unbuttoning your petticoat and giggling, I knew this was to be a challenge, indeed. There was simply no way to keep you from disrobing. For awhile, you were content to play with some the safer trinkets. When I felt your body against mine, your naked breasts on my arm as you leaned over me while I worked to start kissing my neck and exploring my shoulders and chest, I do admit that I let you carry on a bit longer than a gentleman should; but it was what you said that really affected me.

You leaned close to my ear, and said that I was a handsome, brilliant, and bold man to stand up to the East Orion Company; and that my "unfortunate" mixed parentage had given me the best traits of both. I realize, logically, that these were the words of an intoxicated young girl who just survived a very traumatic experience, but I couldn't help but let you kiss me.

It was, unfortunately at that moment, that my associate and investor Milton Sherman chose to make his daily delivery of samples. Being that I am unable to change the scandalous customs of this planet, he began to watch, much to your delight. Your innocent kiss changed to something else; and lustful, but one that lacked substance. Still, we were in quite the pickle. If I stopped kissing you, you surely would have turned your attention to Sherman, and he wouldn't have been quite so noble with his treatment of you as I.

Still, we were stuck. He was entitled to watch as long as he pleased as he had caught us. Your young body writhed against mine, and to keep up appearances my hands began to seemingly roam it freely, though I kept my attentions to your lower back and, for the most part, away from your more erogenous zones.

I will let you know, I was there when The Great Vittoro performed his Aetheric Man trick in Dusseldorf, and again here in New Bombay, and while I was able to see through his slight-of-hand and illusion, I am still baffled as to how you were able to free my penis from my trousers without my knowledge until I felt your soft hand upon it. The proverbial "cat" was out of the bag.

Now, let me assure that all that transpired was necessary. You began stroking it as you writhed upon me. Sherman asked "One of Trask's eh? Mind if I have a go at her before it wears off?"
Now, as one may imagine, I was having difficulty thinking clearly. Thankfully, when you turned to rub your vagina against my erection I had an idea.

"No, this is Ms Hughes, my new assistant. She has had quite a bit to drink to celebrate her new position, and wished to show her appreciation. Now if you'll just give me a hand, I have a particularly interesting Kama Sutra position that I've been meaning to try. I need you to bend my penis downward whilst I hold her ankles as we are standing on the..."

"Save it. You people are all the same with your tantra and yoga. Its just boring as anything to watch. Here's your samples, Singh. Lets hope we find something worthwhile. I'll be back with more tomorrow. Nice to meet you, Ms Hughes. Hope to be seeing more of you." he said with a grin.

You kept writhing against me, sliding your wet womanhood against my shameful erection. "So, shall we get started?" you asked, huskily. You turned in my arms, and with your eyes barely open in a dreamy stare and your lips parted slightly, you said to me, "I need you, Mr Singh. You've been so good to me...I want you to be my first." You then slowly laid down on the sofa, keeping my penis in your hand and your lips to mine.

Unfortunately, Sherman wasn't the only one to walk through that door.