A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3

... small circles around her clit. I had to stroke myself slowly, because at the age of eighteen, faced with what I was faced with, I already felt myself near the edge. For her part, Kristina continued to play with herself. Sometimes watching my eyes on her, sometimes watching my hand pump my erection, and sometimes closing her eyes as she lost herself in sensation. It was a vicious cycle, or maybe virtuous cycle would be a better description. Being watched by me turned her on. Watching her play turned me on, which made me touch myself, which aroused her further. And I soon found that being watched was something I liked. The idea that she was aroused by watching me went along with that, and it was a heady emotion. Being with her made me feel increasingly sexy and attractive. After another minute or so, she managed to ask me, “Are you stroking so slowly in order to keep from cumming?” I nodded, needing to pause in my movements. “No, please do not hold back. I want to see you cum, to watch it come out of your cock and land on your stomach and chest.” Hearing her ask to see me cum almost could have brought it about just from the words, but as she encouraged me, I stroked faster, and soon I felt the orgasm build, and it rushed out of me in a torrent, spurt after spurt landing hotly on my stomach and chest. As I was in the last throes of orgasm, I saw that Kristina was cumming as she watched me, her fingers working furiously both in her pussy ...

... and on her clit. Kristina got up and kicked her panties off completely, and she walked over the step or two it took to get to me. She handed me a tissue from the box on the table next to the couch and helped me wipe myself off, kissing me on the lips as she did. Her usual poise left her momentarily, and she blushed, clearly a little embarrassed. As usual, she recovered quickly, seeming to think of something that perhaps her embarrassment had inspired. “I have never done that before! It was always a fantasy, but always unfulfilled. I feel very wicked. Naughty even. I feel I have behaved in a way that is altogether unladylike.” She smirked a bit, her eyes shining with mischief as she spoke. On my end, I was confused. It seemed that she was getting at something, but I didn’t understand exactly what. She continued, “Yes, altogether inappropriate. I do not think my behavior can be condoned. In fact, it must be corrected. A real lady does not expose herself to a man in public and then masturbate for his pleasure.” Her eyes laughed as she spoke, and it was clear she was speaking facetiously. “So, it is settled,” she announced conclusively, “You must punish me.” What?! She arranged herself face down across my legs, her derriere just about over my lap, head facing to my left, legs to my right. “Don’t you think I ought to be punished, Michael?” she asked looking up at me. “I need to be spanked to make up for what I have done.” To be continued.