Two strangers and a mirror-Chance encounter/sexual awakening (a woman's choice- your ending)
The Woman In The Mirror
K23: Waiting Area United Flight464 Chicago To Bahamas
They make immediate eye contact, but neither is moving
closer. She looked preoccupied, but he had to get a closer
look at this impeccably alluring woman.
He conveniently gets a USA Today and sits next to her. First
there's polite, small talk. They get news of a longer delay;
this time is used to exchange even more tidbits about each
other.
She was on her first vacation alone, no kids or spouse. This
was his sales convention and he, too, was traveling light.
It was so easy to talk to her. Her eyes were so engaging; her
smile so warm and affable. He couldn't remember the last
time he really "listened", instead of waiting his turn
to talk. She welcomed the chance to talk to someone genuinely
interested in her day -to- day observations.
Starting to board, He did not want the conversation to end.
He boldly asked if she would join him in first class. She
politely declined, but soon gave in to his pursuasions;
he was a closer.
The plane ride gave them a chance to unwind and learn more
about each other. Before long, there were unspoken, warm
gestures and inadvertent touches. Clearly a connection
was buildiing, they talked loud and laughed louder. Like
two schoolyard chums, they boisterously interacted
and smiled at each other.
The flight is far too short for both of them. Unopened magazines
on the seats next to them. He did not open his laptop and she
did not finished one cryptogram. A good time took place
and a flight both would long remember.
On ground they shared a cab; they were staying at the same
hotel. She was staying in the main hotel; he had an executive
villa on the beach with a great deal of privacy.
They checked in and and she offered to buy cocktails for
the first class ride. With the drinks gone, suddenly they
shared an uncomfortable moment of silence. Neither wanted
to go their intended separate ways. He offered to show her
his villa.
Once inside, they embraced for the longest time. Who would
let go first? They shared their first kiss, both felt the
warmth and newness of their lips meeting at last. The same
lips that shared smiles from the day. This kiss was rivetingly
telling and precise; the nervous anticipatory energy
belonged to two beating hearts. Mouths part and their tongues
instinctively united.
He looked into her eyes and saw a beautiful woman, thirsty
for meaningful attention and passion. It was akin to a man's
first sight of water after weeks in the desert. A look you
would never forget or mistake. Two thirsty mouths meet
again.
In a swift but gentle motion, he turned her around to face
a full length mirror. He wanted her to see, first hand, the
look of desire and dormant passion. He moved closer to look
at those same eyes which vividly captured his imagination.
She stared at herself, he began undressing her. He talked
the entire time. He wanted her to know he was there for her
with his every word, every breath and with every touch.
Her clothes fell ceremoniously to the floor, her Ann Taylor
labels flipping up. Almost naked, He leaves on her lacy
white panties . Standing behind her, his large frame towered
over her.
He started with a kiss and nibble of her ears ; he whispered
her name over and over. It sounded so different (and hotter)
than she ever remembered. He kissed her neck and worked
his way down to her sexy shoulders. Her shoulder blades
twitched with the impassioned massaging of his wandering
mouth. Her softness matched the sweet swirl of her perfume's
fragrance in the room.
He kissed the center and sides of her back, he reached around
to fondle her breasts (she cradleld for him). With the first
touch of her breasts, he had to turn her around. He took both
breasts into his mouth and gently ran his teeth over the
nipples, which quickly hardened in his mouth. He teasingly
flicked her erect nipples with hiis tongue and returned
to her back.
Again kissing her neck and shoulders, he took her hand and
guided it. Her hand now lodged between her lacy panties;
she played with herself. A common personal occurence ,
but never with an attentive stranger's hands on her at the
same time. She, too, now felt like a stranger experiencing
this new touch. Who is this woman?, she thought.
He licked each of her legs and ankles. He thoroughly traced
each of her legs , one at a time with his wondrous tongue.
He worked his way upward to her inner thighs. She played
more vigorously the closer and closer he moved to her center
of pleasure.
His tongue hottly grazed the pantied outline of her ass.
Enticingly, his tonngue moved her panties aside to deliver
a sensual kiss to her naked butt cheeks. Finished, he again
thoroughly licked her satin, scented panties, his skillful
tongue tucked in the dangling panty label.
Without notice he reached through her legs to take her hand
still playfully reaching for wetness, he licked the glisten
from her dew-kissed fingers. Each droplet tasted was an
IOU of much more to come. Words couldn't capture the unfetted
intensity in this room transformed into a den of sexual
awakening.
He stood up behind her, his protruded hardness conspicuously
extended between her legs. She felt it graze her inner thighs.
Grabbing him solidly with both hands, she pulled his firmness
through her legs; he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Feeling him so snug against her back and still holding onto
to him, she performed an encircling massaging motion with
her soft fingers and thumbs.
She turned, while still massaging him, for a kiss. He stopped
her. He told her she had to do something first, before they
could kiss again.
He told her that she had to kiss her reflection in the mirror.
He wanted her to do this, for all the times she looked beautiful
and no one noticed and for the all too frequent times she
doubted her worth.
He further explained that this was act of love for the most
important person in this room ( her). "You can't give, what
you don't have".
With this explanation, she willingly kissed her reflection.
She felt so warm and sensual with this simple, empowering
act. She lovingly traced the print left by her lips; there
was a rush within her emitting through her fingers.
With no words spoken, she gracefully descended to her knees
and took him into her excited mouth. Unfamiliar with his
size and length, she determinedly moves in to take him deeply.
Undeterred by the unusual fit, due to his girth, she went
even deeper. Everything and anything was possible today,
she thought.
He felt dizzily and immediate pleasure; sucking and slurping
sounds echoed through the room. These noises soon subsided,
replaced with muffled sounds of completeness and utter
bliss. She hungrily engulfed.
He was close to cumming, so he carried her to the bed. Once
in the center of this large, impressive bed, he roughly
tore away her panties with his teeth. He tasted them once
again. They were still wet from his tongue bathings and
the her own natural flowings.
With her panties gone, it was his turn to please her. He approached
her body with visible enthusiasm and deftness. His hands
touched her every contour and curve, goosebumps appeared.
From her neck to her bellybotton, he left a trail of wet kisses
from his tongue. He paid particular attention to her clit,
which was exaggeratedly stout and erect for his mouth and
gentle bites.
He watched her facial expressions, her writhing body moved
in rhythm with his continual lappng and darting tongue.
She was getting so close, he stopped and kissed her. It was
a long , gripping and soulful kiss. Their eyes sensed the
power of this kiss.
She glowingly laid there on her back catching her breath;
she anxiously awaited the next touch, the next act of unravelled
passion . They shared a look of lustful expectation and
unspoken trust.
He straddled her shoulders, she again took him in her mouth.
Her waiting mouth, this time, was more prepared to handle
his size. He could feel the wet pattern of her tongue slide
over his swelling veins, wetness coated his entire length.
She knew that the harder he got, the further he would be able
to reach inside her. She wanted him to touch the deepest
and innermost parts of her succulent, luscious walls.
Do you want me? he asked.
She thirstily whispered, "Like Water".
The end or the beginning.
Steve Cordova (yourauthor)
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