A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... was just happy. I was desired. I desired. My desire was returned. She wanted me to come back again and she would let me-- At this I sort of realized the problem. When was I supposed to go back? I had been in her apartment twice, each time at her invitation. I didn’t have her phone number, and it’s not as if I could have asked my parents for it. Should I just knock on her door? Somehow that didn’t seem right, though I’m not sure why it didn’t. Eventually I resolved to go upstairs to the pool and do my usual exercise routine. I had become fairly compulsive about it, and it seemed to make even more sense to continue it since it was working. That is, it had made me get noticed by Kristina. Since Kristina was almost always at the pool, I could find out from her when she wanted me to come by. To my disappointment, she was not there. I ran on the treadmill, banging out four miles in about twenty-seven minutes, and then lifted weights until my muscles felt like jello. Finally I swam laps until I had done just over a mile of yardage. Hauling myself out of the water, I saw that one of the younger moms in the building seemed to be checking me out as I walked over to my chair, but I was preoccupied with Kristina, who was still not there. I used the showers in the gym area to get clean. The showers were nice, a row of private stalls directly off of the gym area. At that time, on a Tuesday morning, I was the only one using them. I lathered up with Ivory soap and inevitably found myself ...

... thinking about what Kristina and I had already done, and what we would do later that day, if I could figure out when to go see her. My cock started hardening at the thought of her mouth on it, and I unconsciously started stroking it lazily, the soap making everything extra slick and slippery. It occurred to me that I was masturbating in public, but it didn’t trouble me. I had privacy, the water covered any noise I might make. I was thinking about Kristina, and my erection was almost painful. All that held me back from stroking away to orgasm was the idea that I didn’t want to waste any of my day’s orgasms in private when they could be with Kristina. Out of curiosity, I wondered what it might feel like for her when she allowed me to push my cock into her ass. I soaped up a finger and explored my anus with it. The sensation felt good, and it was not completely unfamiliar, as Kristina had rubbed me there several times before on our first day together. Oddly, despite my long-time fantasy about having anal sex with a woman, it had never occurred to me to see how anal penetration might actually feel. I felt a little stupid, and very selfish, at that moment. I obviously couldn’t guess how sex felt like for a woman in general, but in this act I could. If I wanted a woman to allow me to press my cock into her ass, shouldn’t I have some idea of what it felt like? After all, I could certainly get some sense of what she would be feeling. I pressed gently against my anus with a soapy finger, ...