A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... interesting than you imagine, from your reaction.” A loud horn blared 26 floors below, breaking into the moment just a bit. It somehow reminded me that I was in my apartment building, as I realized that that same horn would have been much louder in our apartment many floors below. I felt a sense of unreality as I looked at Kristina, half naked and snuggled against me. This was really the same woman that I had known casually for years, whom I had seen do countless laps, and who until a few weeks ago had been not much more than an acquaintance? “Do you remember that when I agreed to let you possess me anally I told you that I would need to get the proper lubrication, that you were too large for me otherwise?” I nodded dumbly. “So, at first I thought a quick trip to the pharmacy would do it, but my desires were inflamed at the prospect of what we were going to do, and I had several more thoughts. I decided to go to one of those sex shops in Times Square to get the items I had in mind.” This was in the days when Times Square was a very different place from today. Filled with sex theaters and peep shows, it was not the sanitized tourist attraction it is today. Tourists still went, but for different purposes. The thought of Kristina in one of those stores seemed impossible. I had never actually been in one, but I had walked past them on occasion, and it hardly seemed the place for the tall, slim, elegant European lady pressed against me. I made my surprise known, “You actually ...

... went to--” “Oh, I caused quite a stir there, let me tell you. Some of those men almost walked into the displays. You’d think they’d never seen a woman before.” “Maybe some of them hadn’t,” I offered jokingly. Kristina laughed a bit. “Perhaps that is true, although that is very sad. In any case, the store had what I required, and I also bought a few other things that caught my attention.” “What did you buy?” I asked? “I was hoping you would ask that,” she said, looking at me with those bottomless green eyes. “Come, let me show you.” She stood up, and as she did, her vagina made a sort of wet, squelching noise. “Goodness!” she gasped in surprise. “I had forgotten about that part of sex. Not something you see in the movies after the protagonists have gone to bed!” She wiggled out of her dress, allowing it to drop to the floor, and I looked down at her pussy. I could see wetness on her thighs, and it was clear some of it was from me. She followed my glance, and said, “You certainly filled me up. I can feel you leaking out of me, and there is more than I thought possible.” Taking my head between her hands, she leaned forward and kissed me very sweetly, almost carefully. “You are bringing me back to life, at a moment when I need it very badly.” I didn’t know quite what to make of that then, even though now the hint seems more than obvious. Nonetheless, I said nothing, and simply followed her when she turned around to lead me to her bedroom. I admired the long lines of her elegant, ...