A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

... breast, and then, when she moved my cock over a bit, the other. The cum dripped down her body, with a drop even falling directly from her right nipple to her thighs. As the first stream hit her skin, her hand between her legs moved feverishly. Her orgasm overlapped with mine but started an instant later and lasted longer. “Oh, god, your cum feels so good. It’s hot on my skin!” She continued to stroke my cock, milking the last drops of me out and onto her chest. When all that was left was one little drop beading at the head, she lowered her head and licked it off, the flick of her tongue making me shake with an almost too-intense aftershock. I allowed myself to drop next to her, and we both collapsed in a post-orgasmic haze in the same places that we had eaten just minutes before. The record had finished and the needle was in the inner groove, making that pleasant hissing noise that my son is mostly unfamiliar with. I reached for the same box of tissues that she had used to clean me off earlier and offered it to her. She flushed and demurred. “No, thank you, if you do not think me too peculiar or depraved, I will enjoy the feeling of you on me a while longer.” With that, she brought a finger to her breasts, and touched it to a drop of cum. She surprised me by licking her finger clean. That genuine little moment is one that did more to make me feel that she truly found me attractive than I know how to explain. It ...

... felt as if she were saying that she desired me, and every part of me. We lay like that for a while, until the time made us realize that I had to get moving. I did not want to leave. Her apartment was already becoming a sort of sanctuary, a garden walled off from the outside world. But even if I had most of every summer day free of responsibility, I could not disappear for hours at a time without at least leaving some indication of where I was, especially if I was not at the obvious place, the pool. “You will visit me again tomorrow, Michael? Please?” I said, “I wouldn’t miss it.” She laughed, and replied, “No, I don’t think you would, given what I’ve promised you. I am looking forward to it very much as well.” We leaned toward each other and kissed, gently and sweetly at first, before it turned into a sort of mini-makeout session. One that was devoid of urgency. It was affectionate and enthusiastic, without wanting to go further. Finally, breaking the kiss reluctantly, she told me with a sad little smile, “Go, I know you have to. I do not want our activities to be discovered or even suspected either.” I left her sitting there, sitting in her stockings, her silk robe pooled underneath her, her bra discarded to the side, the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. When I reached the door, I turned to say good-bye again, and she blew me a kiss. When I left I was walking on air. I was also falling in love. To be continued.