A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3

... her long legs impossibly beautiful. The lace of the bra was just sheer enough that I could see her nipples through the material. I felt like a lump, standing before her in my gym shorts and t-shirt. Kristina took me by the hand and led me back to the couch from yesterday. She had me sit, and told me, “Exposing myself to you just now felt brazen and wicked. However it was not enough to do more than whet the appetite. I want to show you more, and I want to see more of you than you could show me upstairs.” She leaned over me, and kissed me, briefly slipping her tongue between my lips. Crouching in front of me, she quickly pulled down my shorts and underwear to my ankles, revealing my cock, hardening again at being in her presence. “Mmm,” she murmured, looking at it harden further in front of her eyes. She took a seat in an armchair that faced the couch, and she pulled a small end table in front of her. “Have you ever seen a woman masturbate, Michael?” As I shook my head no, she raised one of her long slim legs and put her foot up on the table. She had the panties on over the garters, and so she was able to slide them down easily without having to undo them. She pulled them down and off one leg, leaving them around the ankle of the foot on the table. Her pussy was exposed to me again, and I was rapt at the vision in front of me. She was looking at me intently, gauging my reaction, looking relieved at my evident eagerness. I could never have guessed it then, but she had to have ...

... felt at least a little nervous. My cock stiffened further, reaching almost full hardness, and as she saw it bob up, her eyes danced, with flecks of light shining in the green. She brought her right hand between her thighs and began to lightly rub herself in front of me. “I did this last night before I went to bed for the night, thinking of you. And again this morning. And as I pleasured myself it occurred to me that it would be exciting to show you what I do when I think of you. When I picture your muscular body and your trim waist. Your shy smile. Your strong legs, and your big thick cock.” As she spoke, her breath came faster and more raggedly, and by the end of her little explanation, she was clearly having a harder time speaking normally. She penetrated herself with a finger and slid it in and out of her visibly wet pussy. “Ohh… Michael…” she moaned. “You arouse me so much.” I felt I had to say something, and I told her, “Kristina, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Which was true. Her finger was moving faster inside of her, and soon she joined it with another. “Does… watching me… make you… want… ohh! … to touch yourself too?” It did, and I had wanted to touch myself as soon as she had taken off my pants, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it until she asked. I was turned on enough that it did not seem embarrassing anymore, and I grasped my cock in my right hand and stroked it as she watched me, her hand between her legs, her finger now out of her pussy and rubbing ...