A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3

... else who might come out onto the deck. She looked cool and serene, and she looked straight at me, almost challengingly, a smile lifting one corner of her mouth. For my part, any hope of fighting my erection vanished. It was at full strength, as I did my best to hide it with the position of my legs and with my book. She was a vision. Now, I had thought that I was being inconspicuous in the way I was looking at her. I was wearing sunglasses, and the position of my head was such that it should have looked as if I was staring at my book and not her. Still, she knew I was looking at her. I know she did. She looked directly towards my eyes, as if my sunglasses were not there, and slowly, deliberately, sensually, she licked her lips. I don’t think she exposed herself to me longer than thirty seconds, but that’s a much greater length of time than it sounds at first. My eyes were glued to her breasts and smiling face the entire time. She lay back down again and retied her bikini top. As soon as she did, she stood up. She turned her chair to follow the sun and arranged it in such a way that she was just about facing me. She raised the seat back so that it wasn’t flat and lay back down on it, this time on her back, looking at me. I was frozen, unable to stop staring, but pretending I was actually reading. She waved at me, and reflexively I waved back, revealing my attention. Still we were alone on the deck. My chair had its back to the entrance to the deck, and hers was facing it. ...

... Since the only way onto the deck was from the pool, which was enclosed by a glass wall on that side, she would see anyone well before they reached the door to the deck, even if I didn’t. She spread her legs a tiny bit at a time, until she was lying in a way that wasn’t quite decorous, even if it wasn’t truly wanton. Her bikini bottom was snug, and I could see the outline of her sex, which did nothing except make my erection almost painful. I couldn’t help remembering how it had felt to slide into her, and how she was tasted when I licked her for the first time, after we had had sex. If I had been stunned by her mere arrival in a bikini, to say nothing of her showing me her breasts in public, I was positively blown away by what she did next. Sliding two fingers into the leg opening of her bikini bottom, she pulled the front of it to the side, revealing her pussy to me. I was hypnotized, not only by what I was seeing, but by the fact that she was exposing herself to me here, on the roof deck. I could see some of her pubic hair as well as a tantalizing view of her pussy itself. She held the pose for a few seconds, before allowing her bottoms to slide back into place, covering herself again, and closing her legs to a more demure pose. A few seconds later I saw why, as I heard the door to the pool open, and footsteps come closer from behind. It was Harry, one of the pool regulars, a retiree known for arriving, spreading out his towel, and promptly taking a nap, sometimes snoring ...