A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... before deciding, “Yes, I think this will do nicely for what is next.” We walked back to her bedroom, her leading once again, and my eyes glued to her ass and the base of the plug. She lay down on her side, and I joined her. She closed her eyes to listen to the music more closely, and I took the opportunity to look at her closely. She was impossibly beautiful. I wondered what she had looked like at my age. Impulsively, I leaned forward and kissed her quickly. She smiled when I pulled back, but kept her eyes closed. “That feels lovely, Michael. A tender kiss in advance of a more primal act.” Without opening her eyes, she reached out to me, and trailed her hand up and down my chest, down to my stomach, past my cock to my thighs, and back up to my chest. I caught her hand and kissed her fingers. She giggled, and pulled her hand away, finding my right nipple as if by magic and tweaking it gently. My cock, which had softened during the break to put on music, had recovered through her caress and her tugging on my nipple. I kissed her again, her eyes still closed, and this time, she put her hand behind my head and pulled me closer as her tongue found mine. Kristina slid the hand down my neck, along my side, and this time grasped my cock when she got far enough down. “It seems you are ready, sir,” her eyes still closed, “What was it we had agreed you were going to do to me now?” Somehow it seemed easier to talk bluntly to her with her eyes closed. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” ...

... She smiled. “Yes, you certainly are.” Her eyes opened and she told me very seriously, “This is not just your fantasy, Michael, but mine as well. For several weeks before I had you ‘fix my VCR’ I thought about you sexually, before deciding to go ahead. My imagination has been very active. This was one of the thoughts that entertained me during that time.” As she talked, she reached behind her, and her eyes went wide as she pulled the buttplug from her ass. “Ohh,” she gasped as she removed it, and set it behind her on the bedside table. She found the tube of lube and squirted a generous amount on one hand, with which she stroked my cock until it was covered in slipperiness. She squirted more, and she reached behind again, presumably spreading it onto and into her anus. Her eyes closed for a moment and she seemed to be enjoying the process. “I think we are ready. So now the question is, how do you want to do this? Do you want to take me from behind? If I am on my back with my legs up, you could see my face as you penetrate me, and I yours. Or I could lower myself onto you?” I hadn’t even thought that there could be any way to do this but from behind. The thought of seeing her face as I fucked her was a powerful attraction, though. “From behind,” I said, after a pause. And as I said that, I saw that in the corner of the room, Kristina had an old-fashioned standing mirror. The kind that can tilt and rotate. I got up, my cock bobbing hugely and wetly in front of me, and I brought it ...