1. A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    loudly. “Hiya Mike,” he said as he passed my chair. “Hello, Kristina,” he greeted her quite a bit more solicitously, his eyes all over her body. I realized how blind I had been for so many years not to notice her beauty. Harry reliably made his way to his usual seat and turned it away from the sun, facing it away from us before lying down. I thought the show had to be over, but Kristina continued to amaze. She looked over at Harry, and confirmed to herself that he was facing completely away. She repeated what she had just done, showing me her pussy with the fabric of her bikini pulled to the side. This time, however, she brought her other hand between her legs and used her forefinger and middle finger to spread her lips, showing herself to me completely. She held that pose for five, ten seconds, looking at me directly the whole time. Even from thirty feet away or so I could see the delicate pinkness of her. I could not believe her boldness, even though she’d have plenty of warning if someone started to make their way outside. Five more seconds passed, and she slid one of the fingers that she had been using to expose herself up between her lips. Not penetrating herself, but simply sliding her finger up from the bottom to the top. With that, she removed her hand and fixed her bikini. She smiled at me, and her green eyes flashed with amusement at my predicament, and also with arousal. My erection throbbed painfully, and I was thankful that I did not have to get up. I had a hard ...
    time thinking that it would fade any time soon, with a bikini-clad Kristina right in front of my eyes. I tried to read, thinking that if I distracted myself it would go away, but before I had read even a paragraph, I heard Kristina walk toward me and the door to the pool. As she reached me, she paused on her way and said quietly, “Michael, I will be right back. When I lie back down I would like you please to put your book down and to straighten your legs. I would like to get a glimpse of what you are working so hard to hide.” My heart was in my throat. Could I disappoint her? Would her invitation to visit later be rescinded if I was not adventurous enough for her now? The idea, mortifying as it was, was also somewhat exciting. But I would have my back to the door, so I would not know if someone was coming the same way she had. Further, as she had pointed out, my cock was (and of course is still) quite big. With my book down and my legs flat, my swim trunks, still damp from my swim, would jut out dramatically. Soon she passed by my chair, saying nothing this time, long legs scissoring as she walked by me. She arranged herself comfortably, and looked at me, shooting me a questioning glance. My heart hammered wildly. My erection had not abated at all. If anything it was more urgent. Despite my shyness, I have always been competitive, and the idea of not holding up my end of the bargain was motivation. I gulped and put the book down on the ground beside me. My legs didn’t seem to ...
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