I watch my reflection in the mirror as I fix my hair. I hear you walking down the hall and you come up to stand behind me.
"I'm ready when you are," you say.
"Let me just touch up my lipstick," I reply.
I take the lipstick off the bathroom counter and lean closer to the mirror for a better view. I watch your reflection, your eyes on mine.
As I apply the color, I feel your hands on my waist. I look at your reflection, your eyes still on me, and smile.
I lean up and put the lipstick back on the counter. You step closer and run your hands up my back to my shoulders. Your hands are always soft and your touch always melts me.
Your fingers slide under my bra straps, pushing them down a bit. You lean over and kiss my shoulder and a back of my neck.
Your hands move back down my back to my waist as you pull me closer to you. You push your hips against me, and I feel your hard cock on my leg. I moan with wicked thoughts running my head, absorbed in your touch.
I lean back into you, my back against your chest as your hands move slowly and softly up my sides.
You lean your head on my shoulder, watching your hands caress my stomach. I lean my head against yours and wrap my arms around your neck.
I close my eyes as I feel your fingers brush over my breasts. Your fingers trace along my bra and you slide just the tips of your fingers under the cup.
I feel you lean away from me and I lean forward. I feel your hands unhooking my bra. You run the palms of your hands over my naked back after the last hook is undone.
I moan at your touch and your hands slide under my bra straps and you pull them down to my elbows. You lean against my back again.