In the Mirror
You are standing in front of a vanity mirror checking your
makeup. You are wearing a cashmere sweater that has a deep
v neck and buttons down the front, and a pleated skirt. You
look into the mirror and are startled to see me standing
behind you. I hold your gaze in the mirror, neither of us
speaking. Slowly, deliberately, I come closer and, with
our eyes still locked in the mirror, I reach around you with
both hands and unbutton the top button of your sweater.
You stop looking into my eyes and turn your attention to
my hands. I move downward from button to button and, when
I undo the last one, I pull the sweater open. It makes my pulse
race to watch you watching my movements in the mirror. Still
we say nothing, but I can year you begin to breathe more heavily.
I unhook your bra and you groan softly as I pull it away from
your breasts. Now we both watch me rubbing your belly. I
rub with the full flat of my left hand, the friction warming
your middle. I slide my hand up from your belly and cup your
left breast gently, then begin to tease your nipple between
my thumb and forefinger. The sensation I feel from watching myself
massage your naked flesh, and watching you watch me, is unbearably
delicious - my knees feel week. With my right hand, I begin to gather
your skirt up in front, raising it a handful at a time. You lick your
lips and steady yourself with both hands on the vanity counter, still
watching me. When I have exposed your panties, I release your breast
and hold your skirt in place with my left hand. You catch
your breath as I slip my right hand beneath the waistband
and we both are breathing heavily as we watch the outline
of my fingers descend over your pubic mound. When I reach
the slit between your legs my knees nearly buckle from the
ecstasy - you are soaking wet and roll your hips forward
to press your hard clit against my middle finger as it passes
over you. There is an indescribable shiver that washes
over me in waves as I watch the crotch of your panties squirm
with the movement of my fingers. You begin to moan, press
your left hand to your breast and rub it with firm, circular
strokes. All at once I feel you shudder and I plunge my finger
in you as you come. You gasp and slap your hand onto the counter
to keep from sinking to your knees. Now I sit you on the counter.
You reach down and stroke my erection lightly. You wrap
your fingers around me and thrill at the hardness as you
squeeze. I am ready to burst - I want to bury my penis in your
body. I am standing between your legs; you are seated on
the edge of the counter. You guide me to your opening and
we both moan as we watch the full length of my penis slide
into your delightful wetness. You raise your knees up,
allowing me to penetrate you so deeply that I feel the opening
of your uterus pressed hard against my glans. I am enveloped
in the sensation of my erection holding you open while the
face of your sex is pressed flat against the base of my penis
- I'm going to come soon. I begin thrusting, withdrawing
slowly and then pushing urgently back inside you. Over
my shoulder, you see the concave hollows in the cheeks of
my buttocks flex with each stroke. The combination of watching
my movements, and feeling me penetrate and re-penetrate
makes you want me to impale you as hard as I can. We are both
surprised to hear your voice, hushed and breathless, stammer
the first, the only, words between us since this began -
"Fuck me...pleeaasee...fuck me HARD." Your words are
more than I can stand and I explode inside you. The feeling
of my coming inside you sends you spinning into orgasm too.
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