1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 6


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

    much as I would like to have you again, Michael, I am afraid that we would be risking getting you home too late if we did.” I knew she was right, but I was disappointed. It was only about four in the afternoon, but we needed to be smart. She kissed me again, more softly and innocently. Breaking the kiss, she suggested, “Why don’t you get dressed and perhaps we can arrange your next visit?” With that, she disappeared again into her bathroom, and again, my eyes were glued to her perfect figure, especially her ass. I remembered my clothes were out in the living room, and I padded out to “our” couch, my cock leading the way, bobbing as I walked. I pulled my boxers over my erection, and my pants over that, the front tenting all too obviously. There was nothing to do but wait for it to go down. I got my shirt on, and even untucked, it wasn’t long enough to cover my hard-on. Kristina came out into the living room, wearing her pool cover-up. It was short, just coming down to her upper thighs, only long enough in the back to barely cover her ass, and it was fairly sheer, so I was aware of her nudity beneath it. She looked spectacular. She was tall and slim, but in a sleek curvy way. In clothes, or even in a modest bathing suit she might have looked too slender. But in the nude, or wearing a bikini, as she had the previous day, the curve of her hips and ass was clear. Her hips were slender, yes, but her waist was very narrow, giving her hips a fullness they might not have had ...
    otherwise. Her breasts were small, but perfectly pert, without a hint of sag, even at her age, and they were topped by small hard nipples. She had been blessed by nature, and she took excellent care of herself. In the sheer beach cover, the effect was almost to enhance her nakedness rather than cover it, and she wasn’t doing my erection any favors. For some reason, having a post-coital erection while I was wearing clothes was embarrassing to me. Had it been before sex it would have been fine, but because I knew we both knew we weren’t going to do anything, it somehow made it feel as if I was just a kid who could not control his body. Although I of course was just a kid who could not control my body, that didn’t mean I wanted to feel like one. I steeled myself for some gently teasing comment about my youthful powers of recovery, but to my surprise, even though I saw her eyes go to what must have been an almost comical sight of my cock tenting out the front of my pants obscenely, she said nothing. As she so often did, she had a very keen sense of when I was truly embarrassed. She sat down on the couch and I sat down next to her, my eyes straying to the way her cover-up rode up and for a moment exposed her golden triangle of pubic hair before she pulled it back down. “Michael, you have no idea how beautiful and desirable you make me feel,” she said quietly as her hand took mine and pulled it into her lap (chastely). “But you are beautiful!” I blurted out, without much thought. “Yes, and ...