1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 1


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    somewhat dark, nipples that made a lovely contrast with her honey-colored skin. I sucked on her nipple gently, and her hands came to my head and held it there. “Suck it harder, Michael, please!” I did as she asked and soon realized I was doing something right as she moaned with pleasure. I dared to take it between my teeth and nip at it gently, which provoked a gasp. At that, she also sat up abruptly, and I cursed myself for my stupidity. I had hurt her, and she would want me to leave. Instead she stood up and announced, “We are both wearing far too much clothing,” and she pulled me to my feet and unbuckled my belt. As soon as she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, they fell easily down my now narrow hips and to the floor. My erection had slipped through the opening in my boxers and poked out eagerly and urgently. “My goodness!” she said, “You are not just a man, you are quite a man!” For all of my insecurities about the rest of my body, I knew that my cock was quite large. I knew this from the surreptitious comparison that all boys make in the locker room, and also from the few porn tapes I had occasionally been able to procure and watch. (In those days acquiring pornography required more resourcefulness than it does for teenagers today. Hiding it also required just as much ingenuity, and as soon as I acquired any sort of “stash,” I’d usually dispose of it in fear that my parents would find it. “Disposing of it” usually entailed passing it on to a grateful friend at ...
    school.) As she tugged her skirt down her hips, she reached out and grasped the shaft of my cock in her small hand. For all that she was as tall as me, she was built delicately, and her hands and wrists were small. As soon as she did, it sent a chill through my body. It was electricity and ecstasy all at once. This was the first hand other than my own to touch my penis, and it was exquisite. I closed my eyes and shuddered in pleasure, and she giggled. I opened my eyes to see her fully naked in front of me, and she was glorious. Her midsection was somewhat paler than her arms and legs, because of her swimsuit, but she was always careful about sunscreen, even in 1989, and her tan lines were not too dramatic. Her body was indescribably beautiful, even if some of the appeal was undoubtedly the fact that it was the first “naked lady” I had seen in real life. Her stomach was flat and toned, and in her nakedness I saw that her hips flared more than they appeared to in her swimsuit. She kept her pubic hair trimmed in a neat triangle, as this was before most women kept themselves partially or fully bare. I felt as if I could have looked at her all day, and my eyes roamed all over her body, from her face, to her breasts, to her stomach, to her legs and thighs and the secrets in between. We both were lost in admiring each other’s bodies, even as she grasped my cock in her hand. Soon she crouched down in front of me and started to pull my boxers over my erection and down my legs. As she did so, ...
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