A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

... head was against my shoulder, and she was curled up beside me, her long legs tucked underneath her (she had kicked off her shoes at some point). With her other hand she continued to stroke my cock slowly, with no urgency. The feeling was wonderful, almost better than at more vigorous moments, because I could appreciate it in different ways. It was a wonderful, peaceful moment in her sunlit apartment. It did not seem that things were in any hurry to go anywhere further, but that was all right. I was actually tired, and very hungry. In addition to being a living hormone in those teenaged days, I found myself ravenous all the time, especially once my exercise routine had revved up my metabolism. I allowed myself to simply lie back and enjoy her languorous stroking without wondering what was next. I saw her examining my cock as she stroked, and again she fed my ego. “Your cock is beautiful, Michael. Its proportions are perfect. And I must admit I like that it is so large, without being freakish. Any larger, I think, would make many things difficult.” Even as my teenage ego swelled, when I mumbled my awkward, “Thanks,” I realized how silly thanking her for a lucky accident of birth was. At that point, my stomach let out rumble that was not merely audible. It was loud. Someone across the room could have heard it, and Kristina was pressed up against me. “Goodness! It seems that another appetite has been aroused,” she commented, giggling a bit. She glanced at a clock and said, “No ...

... wonder. It is time for lunch. Would you like me to make you something to eat, or…?” She looked pointedly at my erection, still in her small hand. I didn’t want her to stop, but I was also suddenly startlingly hungry, with that almost painful hunger that I remember from my adolescence. “If we have lunch now, could we… after…?” Again I was having a hard time getting the words out. Odd how that still happened, even when it seemed it shouldn’t. “I would hope for nothing less,” she told me, laughingly at first, but then turning more serious as she went on. “You have awakened appetites in me that had been suppressed for all too long.” With that she released my cock and got up and strode elegantly to her bedroom. My eyes followed her, fascinated by her body, and loving the look of her in the black lingerie she had greeted me at the door in, minus the panties, which were now on the floor in front of the couch. She came out of her bedroom, wearing a long white silk robe which she was tying at the waist. The effect was mostly demure, though elegant. However, with the amount of sun that streamed through the windows of her 26th floor apartment, I soon realized that from certain angles the robe was not entirely opaque, and I could see hints of the outlines of her bra and stockings. I started to get up, and I put on my clothes. My erection had just about subsided. Because I had cum so recently, right before the spanking, it was not as urgent as it would have been. Or would be in half an hour ...