1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 6


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

    occurred to me that she, unlike me, must not have to worry about masturbating quietly. Afterwards, I heard her panting, making small sounds of after-pleasure. We caught our breath together on the phone, and soon she spoke in a more normal voice. “Michael, I can’t get enough of you. I almost don’t see how I can get through tomorrow without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you.” “Well, but we can see each other Friday morning, can’t we?” There was a pause, and her voice danced in my ear, and I could perfectly picture her smiling expression, her flashing eyes, the corners crinkled in laughter, as she responded, “Wouldn’t that ‘spoil our dinner,’ as you might say? I think perhaps the anticipation of our date and our entire night together should not be tempered by a quick morning romp.” “So I won’t see you for almost two days?” I didn’t like the whine I heard in my voice as I asked, but there was nothing I could do about it. “Don’t you think that’s best? Don’t you think that the anticipation and the delayed gratification will be almost exquisite? That we will be on fire and every touch divine when we finally do see each other?” I didn’t quite agree, but I also didn’t feel that I could object without sounding immature. I didn’t understand her. On the one hand she told me that she would have a hard time getting through the next day, but she also wanted to not see me on the following morning ...
    when we had an available chance. “I suppose so,” I said, trying not to sound too querulous. “Very well then!” she laughed lightly, “we are in agreement. I will see you at the café, Friday night at 7. I will think of you often between now and then.” The emphasis on the word think made me realize what she really meant, and I responded, “I’ll think of you too.” “I am very glad to hear it, my dear. Until Friday. Au revoir .” And the phone clicked off. I lay there for a moment, my boxers around my knees, my stomach and chest covered in my cum, when I heard the key in the front door lock. In alarm I reached for the box of tissues next to my bed and cleaned myself off in a flash. I got dressed faster than I would have thought possible --in shorts and a t-shirt. I glanced at my clock radio and was somewhat gratified to see that it was on the early side. That is, had we tempted fate by my staying in her apartment longer, I wouldn’t have made it home in time. It would have seemed like a cruel irony if my parents had each had errands after work, and arrived closer to an hour later, which sometimes happened. As it happened, it was my mother who had arrived first, as I heard her voice carry through the apartment. “Anyone home? Michael? Anthony? James?” “I’m in my room, mom!” I called out as I started to go out into the hallway. “Did you have a nice day, dear? What have you been up to? -to be continued.
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