1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 1


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

    fact that she had a great body, something else happened, that for me was momentous. And when I say she had a great body, it was without that tired qualifier of “for an older woman,” because at the time she was of course very much “older” to me. She worked hard to stay in shape, but she had also been blessed by nature. Kristina and I would occasionally run into each other at the weight room, where she did a routine that consisted of low weights and high reps. Watching her exercise made me notice her body, of course, but the thing that forever changed how I saw her was this. She and I were in the gym together, and she was carefully doing biceps curls, observing her form in the mirror, in which she could also see me. When she was done with her set, she waited until I was done with mine, and she remarked, “Michael, I don’t know if you realize this, but you have dramatically changed your appearance in the last few weeks. Your shoulders are much broader, and your physique is quite mature now. You are looking like a man now, not a boy.” No matter the fact that everyone else in my life called me Mike, she never varied in calling me Michael. That always sounded a bit formal to me, as did her lightly accented English, which was so often more correct than that of most native speakers I knew. Whatever she called me, her words that day hit me like a thunderbolt. It was the first time that any woman other than my mother had ever remarked positively on my appearance. It may seem like a ...
    small thing, but you must understand that I was painfully awkward in school among the girls. I would not admit it to anyone for years, but I had not even been kissed at that point. There had never been any indication that any girl or woman ever found me attractive. This was the first time, and it was transformative. It made me think that maybe I wasn’t the pudgy loser that I thought that I was. She made me feel handsome, and not just handsome in a “Mrs. Slater, your little boy is so handsome!” kind of way, but handsome the way a man is handsome to a woman. I muttered an awkward thank you, and she left to go swimming. From that moment on, I noticed her constantly, and at night I found myself wondering what her trim, elegant figure might look like without the swimsuit. I noticed just how long and sleek her legs were, just how pert her derriere was. Her neck was beautiful, long and elegant, like Audrey Hepburn’s. I thought about kissing her. I imagined her offering herself to me. I even congratulated myself for my infatuation, as I knew that it showed exceptional taste on my end, that a “typical” guy my age would not appreciate the fantastically gorgeous woman that Kristina was. And so I contrived to spend as much time near her as I could. This wasn’t hard, as I was always at the pool anyway. But now our gym sessions began to overlap, and our swims always happened at the same time, at my contrivance. My usual deck chair was fortunately in a place where I could observe her as she ...
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