What a Woman
You might recall my last story, "Just Between Friends," when I tell about my great experience with a close friend of mine. This time, I'd like to tell you about an experience between simply myself and a fantasy.
I am up at college right now, and have my own room, which allows me to be nude whenever I please and enjoy masturbation to its fullest. To increase my enjoyment, I always keep a small bottle of lotion around for lubrication and an adult magazine or two. Last night, I felt an urge to masturbate. I took off my T-shirt and shorts, lied under my afghan in bed, and began to browse through the pages of a Playboy newsstand special. I love these issues because they have no articles, only pictures of luscious women, including close-ups of their bodies. I usually look around for a lady who arouses me at that moment and place her in my fantasies. The one I fell for this time was Stacy Robinson, a beautiful girl with a long body, curled, reddish hair, small, teasing breasts, and a firm belly. I began to imagine running my hands through her hair, kissing, and lightly fingering her body everywhere, as if she were in the room with me. I rubbed my chest and nipples, my cock and balls, my legs, my rear, everywhere. My cock became hard and I lathered a small bead of lotion into it. Then I began to stroke. It was slippery, as the lotion always makes it. I propped myself up with my arm and slowly slid my penis in and out of my fist, imagining making love with her, kissing, and brushing our bodies against one another in pure joy. I finally came, and let the ejaculate flow freely onto the sheets. Then I lay there, looking over Stacy's lovely body, thinking if only I could get to know a woman like this.