1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 6


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: oceanrunner1974, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    "My goodness! Fucking me in the ass certainly seems to have tired you out!" Kristina's voice woke me in the late afternoon with a start. For a moment I didn't know where I was or what was going on. Then I felt icy panic at oversleeping. In a moment I sat up in bed, trying to find the time, and also my clothes. “Michael,” Kristina’s voice said soothingly, though with more than a little amusement in her tone, “don’t worry. You have time to get home to change before anyone wonders about your clothes. I made sure not to let you sleep too long. But I must say you did look peaceful.” Her expression was a bit hard to read, although perhaps it held a tinge of sadness. However, her words, and my finding a clock to confirm the time, ensured that my panic was short-lived. *** I should probably explain that my panic was an oddly specific one. I had dressed up just a little bit to meet my beautiful older… lover? I’ve always hated that word. But she certainly wasn’t my girlfriend either. I guess “lover” will have to do. It was the summer between high school and college, and I was eighteen. I never knew Kristina’s age, but my mind had settled on forty-seven. As for her comment about my clothes, for me as a city kid, my usual summer outfit was shorts and a t-shirt, every day, all day, unless there was a specific reason to dress up. So if I got back to my apartment from Kristina’s after my parents came home from work, and I was wearing long pants and a shirt with a collar, there would be ...
    inevitable questions that I would have no reasonable answer for. It seems like a small thing, but in my mind I had to get home before my parents. And my brothers for that matter. My parents might accept some half-baked story, because they would probably have preferred for me to dress nicely more often anyway, but my brothers would know something was up. Fortunately, it was still early afternoon. As I started to get up, Kristina instructed me to stay where I was, and she got up and walked to the bathroom. My eyes focused on her tall lithe figure, and the arresting way her pert buttocks flexed as she walked. From behind she could have been my age. (From the front too, for that matter, but her face was far more mature than a teenager’s.) I heard the water run, and she came back presently with a warm wet washcloth, with which she gently cleaned off my penis. As she cleaned me off, she leaned forward and kissed me, and I felt warmth radiating through my body at our two points of contact, her lips on mine and her hand on my cock, through the damp cloth. I felt it swell just a bit, and so did Kristina. She laughed, her green eyes flashing. “My goodness, I sometimes forget just how quickly you can recover.” By then my cock was clean, and she removed the cloth. My cock continued to harden, the cool air feeling crisp and pleasant on the wetness the cloth had left behind, and she looked at my erection thoughtfully. Her eyes went to the clock on her night stand, then back to my cock. “As ...
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