God, these girls mustve given thousands of guys hard-ons! Jim thought
out loud as she flipped through yet another old title. I know theyre
giving me one. he added with a smile.
Taking in a few more pictorials, the eighteen-year-old wondered what
these women were like today? Grandmothers most likely he mused as he
remembered the publication dates. Hed love to see a picture of them now,
just to compare. Not nude of course, he didnt think he wanted to see old
women in the buff. Still, some older actresses hed seen in movies and
television still looked pretty good.
Jims blue eyes noticed that one magazine toward the bottom of the pile
was wrapped in plastic. Curious, he pulled that one out. The tape holding
the flap in place was yellow with age, signifying it hadnt been opened in
years. It was another one of those old titles that Jim had never heard of,
dated Summer of 1955.
Looking at the first two pictorials, Jim wondered why Doctor Burke had
bothered to cover this book with plastic. It didnt seem to be any
different than the other half dozen books he had already looked at. In
fact, if he rated the first two girls he looked at, they would be on the
bottom of the list.
Wait a second! the young man exclaimed into the empty air as he reached
the third photo shoot. This girl is definitely an 11!
The woman he referred to was 21 years old with baby blonde hair. It was
cut short in an elaborate hairstyle that could only be called elegant.
That simple word applied to the rest of her as well. Bright blue-green
eyes sparkled out of the glossy centerfold, the jewels of an exquisite
face. Lips bright red in the style of the day framed a perfect smile,
instantly captivating the young man.
Almost reluctantly, he let his gaze move down her body. A body that
matched her visage. She had flawlessly rounded breasts that were perfectly
proportioned to her 55, 115-pound form. A snow white fur coat she had
loosely wrapped around her hid the nipples of her breasts, but Jim just
knew they had to be as perfect as the rest of her. In fact, when he
thought about it, you really couldnt call this and any of the other
photographs of this young woman nudes. In every shot, even though you knew
she was naked, either the coat or a strategic shadow covered her vital
areas.
There was something strangely haunting about the young woman as Jim
stared at the headshot that finished the pictorial. A sense that those
blue-green eyes were looking right at him across the years. A feeling that
hed looked into those eyes before.
Holy shit! Jim cried out as he finally looked at the models name.
Again and again, he read the little fact sheet, stopping once more at
the name Christine Ann Kimball. It had to be a coincidence he thought.
Then in a flash of inspiration, Jim jumped up from behind the desk and
went to the large cabinet on the other side if the room. On his last visit
over here he had helped clean it out and remembered seeing the Burkes
wedding album in there. Mrs. Burke had said another time shed love to
show him the photographs but that it was still too painful for her. Of
course he understood hed told her.
He had to move a few other items to find the thick book. A large smile
filled his face as he lifted it and carried it back to the desk. Laying
the magazine spread across the top of the desk, he opened the album beneath
it. Quickly passing the many group shots and church pictures, he stopped
at a large portrait of the bride. A loud whistle passed his lips. The
sandy haired teen looked into the same bewitching eyes he had seen in the
old centerfold.
There was no mistaking it as he kept switching from the album to the
pictorial. Even the dates matched up. On the bottom corner of the wedding
scrapbook was the date 11/24/55, only a few months after the magazine had
been on the newsstands.
Wow! he exclaimed once more to the empty room. Whod have ever imagined
that?
A I know a secret smirk formed at the corner of his mouth when he
remembered all the men at his Dads store who had admired Mrs. Burke.
Imagine how theyd react if they knew shed been a centerfold. Theyd be
beating down the door to her house to be first in line.
Jim suddenly became aware of his own reaction to his discovery. The
erection he had developed from looking at the other magazines had jumped to
epic proportions - straining against his jeans. He couldnt remember being
so hard since the first time Jenny Morgan had let him take off her bra.
The sight of those big nipples had been enough for him to come in his
pants.
Undoing his belt and the clasp on his jeans, Jim had his cock in hand
before he realized it. It felt good in the refrigerated air and the sudden
release reduced the pressure he felt behind it.
His gaze returned to the semi nude photos of the former Christine
Kimball and he found himself stroking his cock.
God she was hot! he though as he rubbed his manhood, adding a moment
later that in a way she still was.
Running his fingers up and down his hard cock, Jim couldnt remember ever
feeling this good simply jerking off to a bunch of magazine photographs.
Then again, none of the women in the magazines hed used before had been the
cub scout pack leader when he was 8. That thought brought back the memory
that when hed first discovered masturbation later in the 7th grade, Mrs.
Burke had been an often-used image in his self-gratification.
Oh yeah, baby, the young man murmured softly as she closed his eyes and
pictured an image of Christine Burke in her Den Mothers uniform. Or rather
partially out of that blue skirt and yellow blouse.
The sandy haired teen could feel the familiar explosion building in his
balls. He slowed down the motion of his hand, realizing that he had better
get out his handkerchief quick or he was going to shoot all over Mr.
Burkes desk.
As he opened his eyes and reached into his back pocket, Jims gaze fell
once more on the glossy photo of Christines 21-year-old breasts.
Oh man, I wonder if her tits still look that good? he asked himself out
loud as he brought his handkerchief to the base of his cock.
Well maybe not that good, but Ron always said he thought they were still
pretty nice.
The coldest fear Jim had ever felt in his young life suddenly gripped
him as the sound of Christine Burkes voice filled the room. His head
snapped up and his hand released his cock as if it had suddenly become a
hot iron. For a moment he hoped it had been his imagination. A hope that
was quickly dashed when he looked to his left and saw Christine standing in
the doorway to the study.
Jim was speechless as she calmly walked across the room, acting as if
she walked in on young men jerking off to her nude pictures every day of
the week. As she got to the edge of the desk, she looked over and saw the
magazine that Jim had been masturbating to. A warm smile filled her face.
That was my first photo shoot. she said as she turned the page with an
outstretched hand. I did two more after that, but Ron always loved this
one the most. Thats how we met you know, at that shoot. The photographer
was a friend of Rons and had invited him over to watch. Not that he needed
his friend to see a naked woman, even way back then. He was in his first
year of residency then and well acquainted with the nude female form. Ron
was more interested in the technical aspects of photography than another
look at some tits and ass. Of course thats not the story we told people
when they asked how we met.
Jim was now more in shock over Christines casual manner than his being
caught in the act. In fact he forgot all about his cock still being out,
never mind that it had quickly deflated.
Its not what you might think, she continued in that same calm tone. A
lot of people back then just assumed that any girl who would pose for
pictures like that also had to be a slut. Truth was, I went virginal to my
wedding bed.
Jim was fascinated at the hidden glimpse into her life, yet at the same
time wondered why she was sharing it. Still he wasnt about to ask..