I arrive back at my dorm room on a warm Saturday afternoon after spending the day at the library. Final exams are coming in two weeks and I'm spending all my time studying. Things have been stressful and all free time has disappeared. I set my books on my desk and sit down on my bed to relax for a moment. I turn on the stereo and put on a CD to chill out to.
I still have trouble relaxing. I'm fidgety and can't seem to lie down calmly. It has been weeks since I've masturbated and a session of self-love might be just what I need to release some stress. I sit up and place my pillows on the wall that the right side of my bed is against and lean back. I start removing my clothes, first my t-shirt, then my jeans and underwear. All of my clothes are sitting on a pile just to my right. I reach down underneath my bed and pull out my stack of Playboy magazines. I flip through them deciding who I'm going to look at and fantasize about today. Julie McCullough? Did it to her the last time I jerked off. Kym Paige? Anna Clarke? Teri Weigel? Lynne Austin? Julie Peterson? I'm just not in the mood for any of them. Then I come across the oldest issue of Playboy I have. October 1985. The first issue without the staple. I open it up to the centerfold and see Cynthia Brimhall.
"Yes" I say. "She's the one today."
I put the rest of my magazines underneath the bed and place the October issue to my left, opposite of my pile of clothes. I get comfortable, moving my pillows around to comfortably support my lower back and lean back against the wall, which is cold to my skin. I use my left hand to flip through the pages of the magazine to look at all the wonderful pictures of Cynthia in all those sexy poses. Meanwhile, my right hand begins to touch my already hard cock which immediately gets harder. I softly wrap my fingers around my erect penis and slowly and lovingly run my hand up and down the shaft of my cock.
I get to the top of the shaft and slide it down, never touching the head of my cock. It's just too sensitive. I've never been able to pleasure myself by touching the head of the penis. When I get to the bottom of my shaft my three bottom fingers release as I use them to softly caress my balls while my thumb and forefinger stay wrapped around the shaft of my cock.
All of a sudden it happens. The door flies open and in walks none other than Cynthia Brimhall in a long tan overcoat and wearing bright red shoes. Startled, surprised, and embarrassed, I stand up immediately and close and pick up the magazine with my left hand as I grab the pile of clothes with my right as I attempt to cover myself up and hide the magazine.
"Hello there" says Cynthia. "Am I interrupting something?"
I'm frozen and can't say anything or even look at her.
"What do you have there?" she asks.
I softly say "Nothing" but she asks again.
"What do are you hiding there sweetie? Let me have a look." She slowly approaches me and reaches around me to take the magazine that I've been trying to hide behind me in my left hand.
Cynthia looks at the cover and smiles. "My issue, huh" she giggle and opens the magazine to her Playmate of the Month spread. "Were you jerking off to my pictures?" I still don't say anything. Cynthia giggles again. "That's ok, I like it, but you don't need to jerk off anymore."
"Excuse me?" I ask with a little more audible voice.
"Why jerk off to the magazine when you can have the real thing?" Cynthia says with this gorgeous sexy smile. Cynthia leans in, places her hands on my cheeks and gives me the most passionate kiss I've ever had. My clothes drop to the floor, raging hard cock fully exposed, as I place my hands behind her head and run my fingers through Cynthia's long flowing red hair while enjoying that spectacular kiss.
"Have a seat, because you're going to enjoy this" she says.
I return to my bed, sitting once again against the wall facing her directly in the same position as before. She unbuttons her coat and drops it to the floor. Cynthia is wearing nothing but a red bra, red panties, a red garter and stockings and those sexy red shoes. She turns the music up just a little louder and starts to do a striptease for me.
"Oh my god, you're so beautiful Cynthia" I say. She smiles and says
"Thank you, you're so sweet. I'm surprise that some pretty girl hasn't snatched you up for herself." She starts to dance when I pick up where I left off by softly stroking my cock while I watched her. Cynthia comes closer and grabs my right risk with her left hand.
"Oh no no no" she says. "I'm the only one who can touch it now." Cynthia removes my right hand and places it just outside my right thigh and pats it. "Don't touch it anymore."
I sit there watching, rock hard cock pointing straight up to the ceiling while Cynthia starts to remove her clothes. She unbuttons her bra from behind and pushes the straps down her arms while she holds the cups on her beautiful breasts. She lets me have a peek as she slowly drops one cup then the other. She drops her bra to the floor and starts running her hands across her breasts, cupping them in her hands and running her fingers across her nipples and pinching them. Cynthia's beautiful nipples get erect and point straight at me. It is a beautiful thing to see. She starts to wiggle her hips as her hands move to her panties as she pushes them down to her ankles and the floor. She does a little hip wiggle to step outside her panties as the lay on the floor.
