A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... show me yours?” I nodded mutely, and she leaned forward and tugged my shirt out of the waistband of my pants. She looked at me eagerly, and I took the hint and pulled the shirt over my head. Her eyes drank in my torso, and she pressed, “Now the pants please, Michael.” I could see her nipples hard under the white fabric of her dress, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Knowing that she was turned on lessened my embarrassment, and my pants fell down my hips when I unbuttoned them. I kicked out of my shoes as I stepped out of my pants, glad that I had skipped the socks. My erection tented my boxers, and I looked up to see her looking at me greedily. One eyebrow was arched, as if to say, “And? What are you waiting for? I pulled down my boxers, and my erection bobbed in front of me hugely. I heard her make a little throaty noise as her eyes examined my body, with special attention to my cock, which was so erect it was almost painful, the engorged head purple. “Your turn,” I said, my voice bold, even though I was acutely feeling the inequality of the situation. “Yes, of course,” she murmured, pulling the hem of her dress up to reveal her magnificent thighs. She didn’t quite pull it up enough for me to see her pussy though. “What is it you wish to see, Michael?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. “My breasts?” With that she pulled a strap down her shoulder and arm, and one half of the top of her dress came down far enough to reveal most of one breast, though not her ...

... nipple. “My ass?” She turned around and flipped the back of the dress up to reveal her beautiful ass, uncovered by any underwear. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she had talked about wearing “easy” clothes. Too soon the fabric covered her again, and she turned to face me once more. “My pussy?” This time when she pulled up her dress all the way up, allowing me to see her neatly trimmed golden triangle of pubic hair, the lips visible. She held up the dress, smiling as I looked at her hungrily. “Yes,” I answered, “all of you.” With that she turned away once more. She pulled the dress up and leaned over the couch, revealing herself to me from behind. Her pussy was pink and inviting, and between the pert cheeks of her ass I could also see the puckered rosebud of her asshole. “Michael, I intended to make us both wait longer, to draw out the anticipation, but after a morning of waiting for you in constant arousal…” she paused as she turned her head to talk. “I need you now. Fuck me please, Michael. I need you very badly.” I didn’t need more invitation than that, and I closed the distance between us with one step. She was facing the couch, one arm resting against the armrest, the other was lower, against a cushion. Her legs were almost straight, and she was bent at the waist. She had her knees slightly bent, which I would soon discover was a good thing, because even though our heights were identical, her legs were longer than mine. I placed my hand on her hips, and my cock brushed ...