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The fullpage advertisement jumped off the page at me.
Donna Edmondson, the newly crowned Playboy Playmate of the Year, would be signing copies of her new Video Centerfold in New York City.
Having already collected a few of the previous videos, I absolutely had to make the trip into the city to not only buy myself a copy, but to meet the woman who was my biggest crush and the star of my ultimate fantasy.
I did all I could to look my best for the occasion, even knowing it would probably be a minute or so at most. I even toyed with the idea of bringing flowers, but decided that would be pushing things way too far.
When I got off the train and approached the video store my heart sank. There was a line of eager admirers already out the front door and creeping around the block.
I nearly bailed out completely when an elderly lady, who I assumed was a tourist asked aloud, “what are they on line for?” And once she put 2 and 2 together gave us all a sour look.
Luckily, the line actually moved inside pretty quickly. I soon noticed that most of the men ahead of me were older, some a lot older in fact.
Before getting to the autograph table, I purchased the video as well as the Playmate of the Year issue itself. I also bought a Playboy calendar with Donna on the front. The bundle entitled me to a free wall poster of Donna as well as an added treat.
My hands were full as my turn arrived to meet the Playmate of the Year.
Earlier the guy behind me asked to no one in particular, “What do you say to her?” I thought of his question as I approached the stunning beauty.
“Hi, Donna. How are you doing? I’m Johnny.”
One of the handlers laughed at me but Donna did not.
“I’m great, Johnny, but my hand is getting tired from signing all these autographs!” She said in her sweet, y southern accent.
I apologized in advance for making her work harder, showing her my collection of Playboy merchandise.
“Wow, you have all my goodies, Johnny. Thanks a lot!” She pouted, with her dark brown eyes gazing softly into mine.
She came around to the front of the table, something she had not done for any of the previous fans. Maybe it was because I was the same age as her and she felt more comfortable flirting with me, but I was not complaining.
Donna looked stunning in her classy blue business jacket and mini skirt. Her light brown hair was perfect and standing at 5’10” and wearing heels, she and I actually made a perfect match in height.
As she leaned forward to begin signing, I noticed she was not wearing anything beneath her jacket. I could not help but gaze at her magnificent natural breasts but I think she caught me peeking as she glanced up.
I am not sure what exactly came over me. Maybe it was because she was so incredibly lovely and gentle but I leaned in to her just close enough to whisper quietly in her ear, “I am a virgin too, Donna….”
You see according to her Playmate biography, 20yearold Donna was a Southern Baptist and a virgin at the time of her first Playboy appearance and I just felt so unafraid to share the fact with her that we had that in common.
I was still a little bit worried to see what her reaction would be but when I finally lifted my eyes all I saw was her sweet smile. Donna kept signing away and even included an 8 x 10 glossy photo to my collection.
“Thank you, Donna,” was all I could say before walking away. “You’re welcome, Johnny,” she replied adding, “you made me feel very special.”
I left the store and headed home feeling pretty special myself.
It wasn’t until later that day when I took a good look at my Playboy presents that I noticed something.
Written on the reverse side of the 8 x 10 was something odd, it said “Plaza P20” with a little smiley face.
I was baffled by what, if anything, it meant. If not for the smiley face I would have probably ignored it but I kept thinking that as crazy as it seemed, Donna had left me some kind of message.
Putting aside my disbelief I came up with a possible if not implausible answer. Donna was staying at the Plaza Hotel and “P20” was her penthouse suite for her New York City visit, an appropriate lap of luxury for a VIP.
I found the phone number of the luxury hotel that overlooks Central Park, called the front desk and boldly asked them to ring the 20th floor penthouse.
There was no answer. The operator came on and asked if I would like to leave a message. I left my name and number, still unsure if I even had correctly solved this riddle.
An hour or so later the phone rang. “Hi, Johnny,” said the voice on the other end. I knew instantly that it was Donna Edmondson.
“I am so happy, you picked up on my little message, Johnny, I just knew you would.” Donna said excitedly.
“Would you like to come see me at my hotel? I am a little lonesome.” She asked.
I agreed in a heartbeat and headed back to the city. This time I did decide to get the flowers. When I arrived, security escorted me to the special penthouse elevator for the ride upstairs.
I got to Donna’s door and she greeted me with a huge smile and a big hug.
She told me how much she loved the flowers and led me into the incredible penthouse. Her business attire had been shed and she was wearing silk pajamas.
I took Donna’s hand and asked her if it was okay now after all the autographs. She laughed and said it was a better but her shoulder was a little sore.
Donna grabbed some body lotion and let her pajama top down just far enough for me to give her a gentle massage.
I was very gentle as I caressed her soft skin, worked in the lotion and planted some little kisses on her sore shoulder and neck.
“Your feet must be a little sore too after having your heels on all day, right?” I asked. Donna agreed and put them up on my lap.
I poured some lotion on my hands and played with her feet, letting some squish between her wiggling toes. I raised them to my mouth and gently nibbled and sucked on them. The soles of her feet were baby soft and I made sure to lick and kiss them as well.
“Are you sure that you’ve never done this before, Johnny?” Donna questioned me with a laugh.
I assured her I was indeed still a novice. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, “That was wonderful of you to share that with me today. Do you want me to be your first, Johnny?”
“Yes, Donna. I want to make love to you so much. I want it to be with someone special.”
She smiled, took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
Donna sat on the edge of the huge round bed and slowly removed her pajama top, revealing her spectacular breasts.
“I loved the way you peeked at them when got my autographs, Johnny. I hope you like them.”
I said I loved them and began to play with her perfect, natural 36DDD’s as she went to work helping me out of my shirt and pants.
Donna pulled down my briefs and released my now fully hard erection. She gasped and looked up at me as her jaw dropped.
“You are so huge, Johnny. Promise me you will go slowly and gently. Remember, it’s my first time too.”
I assured her I would. Donna then tossed her hair aside, took my cock in her hands and tenderly began licking and stroking it.
It was heavenly but I was so afraid I would pop too soon that I changed things up by going down on one knee and having Donna stand above me.
I helped her remove the pajama bottoms and admired all of Donna’s incredible nude body, caressed her legs and ass and kissed her pussy.
She guided me to all the right spots as I went down on her. I reached up to fondle her breasts and Donna clasped my hands with her and made me squeeze them tight.
I kept on going until Donna arched her back and climaxed. Her creamy juices tasted so good and I tried to lick up every sweet ounce before it dripped down my chin.
“Are you ready to be inside me, Johnny?” She asked, laying on her back.
“Yes, Donna.” I answered and I began to mount her.
“Slowly, Johnny,” Donna reminded me, “be gentle with that big cock.”
I took my time and carefully entered her. She moaned my name as first the head and then my thick shaft glided into her silky smooth pussy.
We stayed in the missionary position for a wile, both of us afraid to stop as we enjoyed each other.
Donna finally slipped me out of her and got on her hands and knees with her perfect ass up in the air, ready for me to take over from behind.
I took her by her slim waist and pulled her effortlessly aboard my throbbing cock.
“This feels so good, Johnny. Your cock is amazing!” Donna cried out.
The feeling was incredible but somehow I managed not to cum too soon even though Donna soon climaxed again.
I could tell Donna was still hungry for more as she mounted me again.
We locked our hands together and she rode me, whipping her hair around as bounced up and down.
“Let’s cum together, Johnny. Cum for me,” Donna begged as her amazing body moved closer to another orgasm.
She took my hand and placed it on her swollen clit. We picked up the pace and together went over the edge.
I came deep inside of her and Donna seemed to cum with me each time I spurted until she collapsed onto me when the final waves of passion subsided.
We snuggled together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, both of us having deflowered each other.
I drifted off to sleep with the beautiful Donna Edmondson, Playboy’s Playmate of the Year, wrapped around me.
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