A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3

... want to obey my body at first, but soon I made them lie flat in front of me. My erection tented hugely, obscenely under my wet and clinging swim trunks. It would be impossible for anyone entering not to see it. Kristina’s eyes were going back and forth between my penis and my eyes. As scared as I was, the excitement was incredible. Even as I got older I was a pretty typical man. Appreciation of my cock was more flattering and gratifying than it really should have been. At age eighteen, the feeling was irresistible. After what couldn’t have been more than fifteen seconds but which felt more like a minute, Kristina made a nodding gesture towards the door behind me, signaling that someone was coming. I quickly raised my knees up, hiding my erection, and I reached for my book, pretending to read as I propped it in my lap again as Mrs. Tagliaferro walked by slowly. Mrs. Tagliaferro was an elderly woman whose hair was always salon-coiffed, and who was a terror to any child who was careless enough to splash her. I never liked her, but I was relieved to see her, as it gave me a welcome excuse to cover up. The excitement was almost too much to take. With my book in my lap, and Mrs. T present, my erection subsided, and I was able to get up and go inside to the water fountain for a drink. From there I went to the showers to rinse off the chlorine. When I came back through the hallway that led to the gym and the pool, Kristina was standing by the elevators, looking cool, unflustered, and ...

... elegant. And stunningly beautiful. “Michael,” she said quietly, “I had thought that you would visit me this afternoon, but I would very much hope to see you sooner.” The last part was phrased as a question, and I nodded eagerly. She looked somewhat relieved, as if she thought I could have possibly said no to her. Still speaking quietly, in the empty hallway, “I will go to my apartment now. Wait at least fifteen minutes before coming down. Perhaps go outside and read some more. I do not want to arouse that old gossip’s suspicions, and there is something I would like to do to get ready for you.” A mischievous grin came across her face as she thought of whatever plan she had devised. The elevator door opened and she stepped into it. I went back outside and read for precisely fifteen minutes. I gathered up my things and hurried slowly through the pool area and into the hallway. With the building being as huge as it was, there was sometimes a long wait for the elevators, and now it seemed endless. Finally it came and I eagerly punched the button for 26, Kristina’s floor. Soon I was at her door, and I knocked quietly. The door opened, and I gasped at what she was wearing to greet me. She closed the door behind me and smiled at my reaction. “I went shopping for you this morning. It was very exciting to choose things that I hoped you would like.” She stood in front of me wearing lingerie. Black lace bra and panties, along with black stockings and a garter belt. Black high heels made ...