1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 1


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

    so quickly,” as she broke the kiss to kiss my neck, my earlobes, kissing them and nibbling at them gently, sending shivers down my spine. Her hands continued to slide up and down my back, and as her hands roamed, she whispered in my ear, “Your time in the gym has been well spent.” She took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head quickly, leaving me standing in my shorts. I felt self-conscious for a moment, but she took a step back and examined me hungrily. It started to dawn on me, slowly but surely, that for some strange reason she found me physically attractive. She ran her hands up and down my smooth chest, kissing me hungrily again, and she pushed me down abruptly onto the couch. She followed me down, sitting on my hips, and she proceeded to rock her pelvis back and forth against my erection. I caught on quickly, and I met her hips with mine, placing my hands on her hips as she ground against me, her eyes closing in pleasure. The feeling of her body rubbing against my cock, even through our clothes, was like nothing I had ever felt before. As she felt my hands on her hips, she opened her eyes, and took my hands in hers, bringing them to her blouse, “Touch my breasts, Michael, please!” she pleaded as she literally put one of my hands on her breast, over her blouse. I didn’t need to be told again, and I eagerly placed my other hand on her other breast. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which surprised me at first until I considered that she probably ...
    didn’t need one most of the time. Even through the fabric of her blouse, her nipples were erect and hard, and I could feel them against my palm on one hand and my fingers on the other. Kristina continued to rock her pussy against me, for by then it had dawned on me that that’s what she was actually doing, rubbing her pussy against my erection. I’ll fully admit that even though my brain was racing, it wasn’t always figuring things out all that quickly that day. I wanted to unbutton her blouse, but I didn’t dare. Again, I don’t know why, but I suppose I thought that any “forward” act on my part might break the spell. Soon however, she unbuttoned it herself as she rode me, and as she shrugged out of it, she briefly covered her breasts with her forearms and hands. She looked a little worried, and paused in her movements, saying, “I’m sorry… I know young men especially like large breasts, and mine are so small.” She didn’t have to worry long, as I somehow found the courage to pull her hands away from her breasts. (I was finding that doing was easier than saying). I stared at her chest greedily before I surprised us both by leaning forward and taking one of her small, hard, erect nipples in my mouth, and cupping the other breast in my hand, gently pulling on it the nipple. Her breasts may have been small, but they were perfectly formed, with not even a hint of sag. They were the most beautiful breasts I could have imagined. They thrust upward a bit, and they were tipped with small, ...
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