The Mirror

She'd felt sexy all day. She'd woken up that way... feeling that if she didn't have an orgasm , soon she may explode...and now having the house to herself for a few hours , she would make the most of it.

It wasn't her ideal of course , doing it on her own , but it was better than nothing. She wanted him there , making love to her , but she knew it was impossible. She wondered what she was doing, whether he was thinking of her too...

She opted for a long bath rather than a shower and had enjoyed the luxuriant oils in the warm water flowing all around her body while she layed there...her mind gently dreaming of making love , while her hands carressed herself. It was all she could do to stop herself from masturbating right there and then. Her fingers moving over her body , teasing herself into arousal. She wished he was here to join her in the bath and she closed her eyes and imagined him watching her as she touched herself...she knew he'd liked that.

It was while she dried herself that she had the wicked idea. It was such a dliciously whicked idea that her pussy moistened at the very thought... She would dress for him , even though he wasn't there. She would imagine him turning him on as if he was there.

She walked from the bathroom to the bedroom imagining all the way. She imagined she peep-hole that he would look at her through... imagined him watching her as she moved gracefully... imagined his eyes looking at heer as she was wrapped in a towel...she imagined the begining of his erection as he followed her every move.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was sexy. She felt sexy. She gazed at her full length image. This was what he saw...as if she was seeing through his eyes. She knew how turned on he'd be. That appealed to her. The power she had over him now... his mounting desire...his ever hardening cock...She knew what she was going to wear for him... She knew what really turned him on...

She reached into het drawer and pulled out the sheerest stockings she could find...black and sexy...she imagined him watching. The material was so sheer , it felt warm to the touch. She held it up to her cheek and ran it softly over her skin... The towel dropped away revealing her body to him. Her heart began to race...

Feeling the stocking on her face made her understand why it turned him on. It felt erotic , so she moved from her face to her neck and then lower it...all this time she had been watching her movements in the mirror...now down further to her upper chest...then tracing the outline of her breast...her nipples ached to be touched... but that would come later.

She remembered her lover watching her... she reached into the drawer again and pulled out her garter belt and put it on herself before putting her first stocking on. She looked at her refleccion... Her long legs encsped in black nylon... then the second...her legs now captured by the sensuous material. She ran her hands down her thighs and knew why he liked it so much... He pussy ached to be touched...Could she be so naughty?...Yes she could , she was here on her own...just her and him...in her imagination...watching her every move...

The feeling of wickedness increased as she put on the highest heeled shoes she could find and watched in the mirror as her already long legs grew before her eyes.

What an image she was now, tall and sexy standing there in nothing but stockings and heels. She knew he was hard now , touching himself...wanting her...

She crossed the room to the wardrobe now...her hips swaying with the confidence of sexuality and pulled her slinky black dress out. It was almost to daring to wear...bottons down the front...bottons that she imagined him opening...She put in on and moved back to the mirror...God, she looked stunning...she had botton her dress up , but left some undone , just enough to show a tiny bit of her breast...then she undid one more. The shapely curves of her body now apparent.

She ran her hands over her dress. Upwards from her hips until she cupped her breasts... she wished it was his hands. She moved her hands slowly , feeling her nipples hardening to her own touch...fingers tantalizing her body...she slipped one hand inside her dress and gently squeezed the hardness she found there.

Oh ...that felt good...rubbing and softly sqeezing...She knew she was wet now...both hands now exploring her shape...touching...teasing herself...watching herself through his eyes.

She lifted one leg onto the bed and steadied herself , noticing the glimpse of stocking as she imagined him as she did so and imagined him playing with his hard cock as he watched.

More bottons undone now...her body reappearing in the mirror...her tummy...her pussy...her stocking clad legs...One hand moving slowly down her skin...teasing all the way. She caressed her long black thigh , feeling the sensuousness of her stocking...inside of her thigh...and upwards...Her pussy yearned to be touched ...her fingers keen to oblige now...she teased herself more...before gently moving on to her aching sex.

She was dripping wit desire...her breath caught as she touched it...fingers moving over herself...dripping into her own wetness.

Her eyes now unable to watch the erotic picture in front of her , closed...as waves of pleasure began to flow over her.
A soft breeze ran over her face . Gentle hands touched her shoulders. A warm kiss on her soft neck. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes and saw him standing the behind her in the mirror.

He head swam as he slowly slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop on the floor. She didn't care how or why. He was here. Standing behind her naked and aroused.

His hardness pushed into the crack of her ass. Hard and wet with pre-cum. Her fingers were unable to stop themselves moving faster and faster on herself as she now became voyeur...watching her own erotic movie in the mirror.

His hands moved down her chest , joining hers on her breast. Two sets of fingers now teasing her erect nipples...his kisses burning into her neck.

He looked at her and their eyes met in the glass... Her body felt on fire.

She watched as his hand now guided hers , from her breast down her skin to join the other...in the mirror now both had their fingers dipping into her hot wet pussy...the sight was so erotic , it nearly drove her over the ege...but still he continued...still their fingers moved together...she was dripping wet.

From the image she looked as his hand moved behind her. She felt his fingers softly run down the wet crease of her ass... downward...upward...moving...touching...brushing against her soft , sensetive anus. She gasped...for a second she wanted it to linger there.

Their wetness now so great , she knew he would only have to gently push his fingers and they would have gently slid into her...but she watched in the mirror as his fingers appeared beneath her at the entrance to her pussy to join the others in the erotic dance.

Now a new sensation...his erection moving down her ass with it's wetness...running down between her cheecks...slipping , sliding on it's way. He paused and let it slide against the wet opening of her ass , as if teasing her to say "yes"...she she was unable to speak now. Her breath was irregular as her heartbeat. She felt her oncoming orgasm fast approching...she looked at the wicked picture they made on the mirror...and she knew she couldn't hold back much longer.

She watched his fingers gently open the lips of her pussy.....she saw his cock slide towards her opening...saw the hard tip of it dip into her...just a litle...teasing to the end. It was almost the last thing she has control over. Her orgasm rushed over her as she finally saw him burry his cock into her.

Her muscles lost control as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. She moaned aloud as her fingers carried on working her clit... Her spams were so great her legs began to give, but he held her up and she opened her eyes to see his soaking cock slipping easily in and out of her pussy.
He could see her and his cum dripping out.

As the trembling died away, he lowered them both on their sides, to the bed and they lay there , his arms still enfolding her.

All the aching had gone now and what remained was an overwhelming warmth as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, alone, she found it was dark, but someone had tucked her in...

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