The Mirror - Sex Stories

The Mirror

... silk. I am drawn to the pale flesh that is revealed between her buttons by the rise and fall of her chest. I glimpse lace and my pulse quickens. 'How old can she be?' I watch as she places the towel on the side and then steps forward to remove the final space between us. We are practically the same height. Her cheek touches mine as she leans in towards me and circles her head ever so slightly, causing our faces to move together. Her touch sends shivers through my body. "Watch me in the mirror" she mummers. Her finger tips trace down the side of my face. Softly stroking. My mind is in freefall. The confusion displayed in my eyes. She notices, and as she pulls my lips to hers, gently whispers reassurances. Her mouth touches mine. Briefly. Tantalising me before the tip of her tongue darts between my lips. My eyes close as I accept her probing. Her warm tongue fighting with mine, saliva pooling in my mouth. 'Do I swallow or pass it into hers?' Our lips rolling together, pushing harder. Her fingers in my hair. Our breathing elevates as our bodies react. "Open your eyes" she urges. "Look into the mirror". I comply and watch as her hand drops to my breast. 'God I want your touch' "Please" I whisper. Her fingers deftly open my blouse, my breasts clothed in black cotton are revealed to her gaze. I look at my reflection and realise I long to be released; to be naked, open and vunerable. And then I am. My nipple teased and provoked until hard. The mirror capturing her mouth as it ...

... takes me inside. I gasp for breath. I hear a moan, and realise it's mine. I blush and start to pull back from her hungry mouth. Away from this assault on my body. My body. One that was exclusively my husbands until now. Yet, I want to know more. I want to feel what it is like. How it will be to be taken by this stranger, this girl who has awakened such desire within me. "Please" I say again. Unable to say more. Unable to express all that I dare to dream. And then she is kneeling. Her hands on my thighs. Looking up at me, imploring me. Urgency in her eyes. I nod my acquiescense and hold my breath. 'I want to feel your mouth on me' I step out of my shoes and watch as the mirror reveals her fingers sliding under my skirt and removing my panties. I see my legs part just enough to allow her access. Enough to let her fingers explore. 'Jesus, that feels good!' "Mmmmm" I moan as her thumb caresses my clit, firmly circling my hardening nub. I push against her invading fingers wanting her to slip inside....to invade my intimate space. My hips picking up her rythym. Harder and faster until she finally enters me, fingers curling up inside me as my juices began to flow. 'Taste me' She withdraws her fingers from under my skirt and lifts them to her mouth. The mouth I want on my sex. The lips I want caressing my swollen pussy. My pussy that needs her touch. That yearns to explode as her tongue pushes into me. That twitches as I feel her sucking me into her mouth. Teeth nibbling gently as she ...