Sneak into Myra's Room

Jake acted quickly and decisively. As Myra surveyed the hallway, looking for whomever had yanked away her towel, he pulled her door open far enough to allow him to get into her room. He moved quickly to the foot of her bed so he was out of the way when she entered.

Myra stepped into the room, casting one more look into the hallway. She shook her hair a little, sending drops of water flying. Her red hair was getting steadily lighter and brighter as it dried. Myra stepped in front of a full length mirror that was beside her bed, her back to Jake, and removed the towel, hanging it over her desk chair.

She began to examine herself in the mirror. Jake was in heaven, his dick instantly rising to a rigid hardness, as he could see her rounded, gorgeous ass and also see her breasts and pussy in the reflected image. Myra slipped her hands up across her flat stomach and cupped the bottom of each breast, pushing them up slightly. She turned sideways to the mirror and arched her back, pushing her breasts out and up, then started to pinch and pull on her nipples.

Jake could hear her breathing starting to become ragged as she continued to kneed her breasts with her hands as she tugged at her pink nipples. Myra began to push her legs against each other, even crossing them at the ankles so that she could apply more pressure to her pussy without actually touching it. A moan escaped her as her body reacted to the pleasures she was giving it.

She left the mirror and laid down on her bed, not bothering to cover herself. She continued to play with only her breasts, but now her hips were starting to react as her legs wrapped around each other like snakes.

Jake quietly started to stroke his cock, reminding himself to remain perfectly silent. Myra was pinching her breasts and nipples now, still not touching her pussy although it was obviously begging for attention.

"Mmm, yes," Myra muttered in a breathless whisper. "Oh, yeah, right there."

Her eyes were closed to slits as her left hand slipped down between her legs, her fingers sliding gently along each side of her clit. She spread her legs apart, giving Jake a perfect view of her pussy as her fingers continued their work, sliding slowly up and down on her most sensitive, intimate spot. Her cunt was drenched with her juices, the lips parting easily after all the attention that she had given to her breasts.

Jake could smell the aroma of her arousal as she lifted her left hand back to her breasts. Now her right hand moved slowly down, easing across her hip bone until her thumb touched the small tangle of auburn hair, then delving lower. Myra slipped her middle finger into her pussy, moistening it with her own juices, then made small circles around her clit with it. She continued to do this with agonizing slowness as Jake's cock felt ready to explode.

"Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Oh God, Oh yeah," she began to say, faster and faster. Her left hand moved back down, a finger on each side of her clit as three fingers on her right hand slipped into her pussy. The tendons of her upper thighs began to spasm as Jake watched and more juices flowed out of her. "OhGodohyeahOhGodohyeah... Oh... Oh!"

Myra's hips bucked violently as she brought herself to orgasm, her hands becoming almost a blur moving in and out and around her pussy. Jake came at almost the same time, sending sticky waves of cum onto a shirt that had been tossed at the end of the bed. The cum itself was invisible, for now, but the wet spot it created wasn't. Fortunately, Myra was too preoccupied to hear or see anything. Jake quickly wiped off his dick, then watched the finale of Myra's orgasm.

"Oh,oh," she whispered over and over as her fingers slowed down. Her left hand went back up to her breast, giving it a final squeeze as her right hand slipped out of her sopping pussy. She let out her breath in a ragged sigh, and within seconds seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jake waited a few minutes, then slipped out of her room and went back to his dorm, completely satisfied and exuberant about how the evening had gone. He assumed that Myra would think somebody had spilled hair gel on her shirt if she noticed it at all.

He couldn't wait for his next adventure.