The last time I saw Lynn, she was masturbating to a photo. A photo of me.
We were in college and worked together on the student newspaper. I often went to the office late at night when no one was around to get some work done.
On this particular night, the door was slightly ajar, so I quietly peeked in just in case someone was robbing us. Nothing like that. In a chair in front of a computer was Lynn. Leaning back in nothing but a long white t-shirt, masturbating to a photo of me on the screen. It was just a candid photo. Not risqué or anything. I had never seen a woman masturbate, let alone to me so this was incredibly sexy for so many reasons. To say I was aroused would be an understatement, especially judging by the now massive bulge in my pants.
Now you’d think a college guy standing there all nice and hard would have made my presence known and this story would turn out like the hottest letter to Penthouse Forum.
Nope. Didn’t happen. And it was all my fault.
I came.
Yep. Right there.