by David Cain
“What’s the mirror doing there?”
“I moved it,” he said. “I thought it would be cool.”
“So we could, you know, watch ourselves do it.”
“In front of a mirror.”
“Sure,” he grinned. “Why not?”
“Hell no. You’re super hot. I want to see you.”
She decided not to think about it and kissed him. She didn’t care about the mirror but she cared about him, cared about wanting him, wanting him now. She kissed him and kissed him and he fondled her breast. Her heat rose and her thoughts fled.
She caught a glimpse of their embrace in the mirror. She smiled to herself because they looked so good, like a picture in a fashion magazine. She thought herself lucky, admiring the man she held as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra. The elastic relaxed and she pulled stiff as cool fingers met warm nipples. She thought him so good looking.
They peeled their clothes away awkwardly until she sat on the bed, looking at herself in the mirror, not the way she usually did, doing her hair or fixing her makeup or checking the fit of clothes. She looked at herself naked, not doctor office naked but sexual naked, a female woman in the throes of arousal. And she thought she looked good, fierce, desirable, wanton, luscious. She shook her tits and laughed.
A hand slid over her stomach from behind and his lips affixed to her bare shoulder and the act of love progressed, her gaze staring mesmerized at the erotic moving image they reflected. She peeked at herself as she sucked on his cock and was soon lost in the beauty of her face and his dick, lost in the warm heat that engulfed her bare cunt.
He took her from behind and she watched the ocean sway of her full breasts as he struck, nipples loose and brushing the blanket sending tingles through her being. She sat atop him, bouncing her breasts in their natural perky jumps, swaying her hips and smiling, smiling broadly as she watched.
“Fuck, I’m beautiful,” she said. “So fucking beautiful.”