1. A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 2


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    pointed glance toward my cock, which, although not completely soft, was certainly not quite ready for more action at that moment. It was my turn to feel a bit self-conscious at her gaze. I saw that my boxers were within reach, but it seemed odd to go so far as to put them on, and to simply drape them over my nakedness seemed ridiculous. As I pondered, Kristina got up and strode, gloriously naked, across the room, where she had left her beach cover-up, essentially a long shirt, or maybe a short robe, draped over the back of a chair. She put it on and buttoned two buttons to keep it closed. The material reached down just as far as her upper thighs -- it was basically just long enough to cover her bathing suit area. As soon as she did, I felt as if I snapped a bit out of a fog. Joking aside, it was as if I had in fact gotten smarter when she was no longer naked. Or more accurately as if I had gone back to normal after getting stupider in the presence of her nakedness. She crouched down to pick up my boxers and t-shirt. As she did, the cover-up rode up a bit, and I got a quick glimpse of her pussy as she squatted. Magically, with that ability to detect being stared at that women have, she looked up and caught me, and she smirked a bit. She tossed me my clothes and said, “Put these back on for a few minutes, Michael. You are more than a little distracting naked as well.” I slipped on my shirt and boxers and felt a little less nervous. Still, my knees shook as I stood to get ...
    dressed. I couldn’t believe that what I had been fantasizing over was actually happening and about to happen. My heart pounded in my chest. It was wonderful but also frightening. Would I be able to please her? What if I couldn’t make her cum? Was this just a one-time thing? Kristina looked at my no-doubt worried looking face and deflected the anxiety by offering me something to drink. “I am going to have some iced tea. Would you like one? Or Coca-Cola? San Pellegrino?” I accepted a glass of iced tea, and took it from her gratefully. I felt as if having something to do, even if holding a glass and drinking from it, made things somehow more normal. We sat on the couch together, the same one where minutes earlier I had cum in her mouth, and I again felt as if I could not look at her. I was sitting face forward, staring intently at my glass of tea, drinking it far too fast, gulping it, really. Her long legs tucked under her, she sat to my right, facing me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was looking at me thoughtfully, taking small sips from her glass. “Michael, I am sorry. Did I make a mistake earlier? I only wanted to make you happy, and yes, myself as well. But I am afraid that I have made you unhappy, from your expression.” She put her hand on mine and I was able to look at her, because at the very least I had to tell her that I had loved the last half hour or so. It may seem hard to believe, but it was more than the blowjob. Far more. It was the transformative ...
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