A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... allow myself to climax. I made myself wait. Telling myself you would be here any minute. And the longer you did not come, the more the torture grew.” I was hypnotized at the sight of her. My eyes went back and forth from her face, which was a mask of lust, to her pussy, stretched by her dildo. She continued, “Eventually I realized I could not continue without allowing myself to cum, so I stopped. I made a decision to wait until your cock was inside me to cum. I got dressed and waited.” She kept moving the dildo in and out of her, and I could see it get wet and slick with a combination of her juices and my cum. “And this is why I had to have you almost as soon as you came into the door. I was thinking about you all morning.” I watched her intently, my cock stiffening as I watched, despite my recent orgasm. My right hand, almost reflexively, grasped my member and started to stroke it. So soon after cumming, I did not feel a huge urgency, but it felt good to stroke and pump my cock slowly as I watched her. Kristina was also using the dildo slowly, and she looked me in the eyes as we masturbated together once again, a bit like we had the previous day. “Tell me, Michael, when was the last time you thought about me?” My shyness at admitting my own masturbation had vanished in heat of the moment. Somehow talking about sex was easier for me when something sexual was actually going on. “This morning,” I told her, “right after my shower after I exercised upstairs.” Her eyes widened ...

... in surprise, and she paused in her self-pleasure. “ Right after? Don’t you usually shower in the gymnasium shower?” I nodded, my hand firmly around my fully hard cock. The post-orgasm feeling was still leaving me feeling a little too sensitive to do more than pump slowly, but it felt liberating to do such a private act in front of her, and to see her clearly enjoy it. “Yes,” I admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I got hard while I was in the shower. No one else was there, so I stroked it for a little while.” “Did you cum?” “No, I almost did, but I didn’t want to waste an orgasm, because I thought I’d be with you.” She resumed her self-fucking. Her voice came almost in little gasps, “And what did you think about?” Could I admit the full extent of what I had done? To any guy my age, talk of playing with your ass would be met with derision and accusations of homosexuality. But Kristina was most certainly not a guy my age. Talking to her about masturbation had become not just easier, but liberating. I went for it. “I thought about how you said you would let me fu-- have anal sex with you.” “Michael, you do not have to be shy about saying ‘fuck you in the ass’!” she moaned. “In fact, that language from your lips would be incredibly erotic.” With that she lifted one leg and hugged it to her chest, which gave me an unimpeded view of her anus, which she rubbed for a moment with a finger of the hand holding the dildo. I had felt a little silly changing my language from ...