Letters to Penthouse XXXII

by Penthouse International

  The loud voice of the bus driver announcing the last stop summoned me out of my reverie, but couldn’t disguise the dreamy look on my face or my open lips. I probably looked just as sex-starved as I was. When I stepped off the bus, my cheeks flaming, I chanced a quick peek at my mystery hunk. He winked at me, and I had this odd feeling he could tell what I’d been thinking. Maybe I’ll see him on the bus again soon…

  —Ms. Meredith D., Worcester, Massachusetts