A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

How many men can say that their first sexual experience was at eighteen with a unutterably beautiful woman about thirty years their senior? That on the day after losing their virginity to such a woman, they would find themselves with her lying across their lap bare bottomed, in lingerie, requesting a spanking? I could. It all seems more unbelievable now than it did then. Then, I sometimes found myself wondering if it was all a dream. But as so often happens with incredible situations, you start to accept them as normal after a while, since you can’t see them from the outside. “Normal” isn’t the right word. I think what I mean to say is something a little more like that the situation stops seeming as outlandish as it did at first, simply because you have to adjust to your reality. Now, it blew my mind, as I remembered what had happened, as I stared intently into that photograph of Kristina naked, twenty-five years earlier, as if I could will myself into the picture through an act of will. Of course the situation had had things I didn’t know about. Analyzing it with incomplete information, you would think she was taking a terrible risk with being found out and humiliated, even if she was doing nothing wrong or illegal. And of course I soon found out that that risk was of little consequence to her. Her fear of being discovered had to do with not causing me embarrassment in the big picture. She had other things to worry about, which no doubt explained why she had taken the ...

... plunge to be with me in the first place. But I knew none of that then. All I knew is that I had Kristina, whom I had fantasized about for most of the summer, naked in my lap, telling me she needed to be punished for her earlier “wanton” and “unladylike” behavior. All this the day after she had given me my first sexual experiences of my young life. Truth be told, spanking was something that had not ever occurred to me in the context of sex. It wasn’t that I found it un sexy; I had just never thought of it at all. Despite my complete inexperience up until the day before, I wasn’t completely naive. As a teenage boy in the city, I was able to procure various kinds of pornography from time to time, and some of the more enterprising boys at school had devised a sort of lending library, the main rule being, “If you get caught with it, it was always yours.” And so I thought I knew a lot from what I had seen in magazines and occasional VHS tapes. Blowjobs. Sex. Lesbians. Threesomes. Even anal sex. And I read voraciously anything that seemed to deal with sex even tangentially. At one point I had even taken some romance paperbacks out from the public library just for the sex scenes. So this was something I had not ever pictured before, but as soon as the opportunity was there, I found it hot. Even though I had just cum, masturbating for Kristina as I watched her play with herself, I felt a little tingling between my legs. Kristina’s ass was beautiful. Slim, but beautifully rounded. Skin tone ...