Tara dropped her shorts to the floor and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing ample breasts barely encased in their flimsy lace bra. Brett lay face down on the bed, his arms outstretched with his head turned away from her. Afternoon sunlight lit their bedroom. Waves crashed onto the nearby beach, beating a rhythm on the sand.
She stopped to look at herself in the mirror of the old-fashioned dressing table before unhooking her bra, revealing her well rounded breasts in all their glory. She ran her hands over them and circled her fingers around the dusky areolae, then rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, first one, then the other. She marveled at her reflection; a tawny colored girl with a sweet face, long dark tresses streaming over breasts a couple of shades lighter than the rest of her skin, with tiny waist that curved into ample hips, still covered by a pair of black G-string panties.
After stroking her stomach and massaging her breasts and nipples once more, she slipped off the panties and sat on the bed next to Brett. Taking the bottle of massage oil, she poured a generous amount into her right palm and applied it to his back. He murmured appreciatively, his right eye half open, admiring her luscious body as she worked.
Brett was a man of few words, so Tara didn't expect him to say anything during what she regarded as an intimate, erotic episode. Actions spoke louder than words, anyway.
She had positioned herself before the dressing table mirror so she had full view of herself as she worked. Her breasts swung slightly as she rubbed and massaged the oil into Brett's willing body.
She massaged his arms, and at the same time massaged her breasts, starting to feel a delicious tingling between her legs and a heat which spread throughout her body. She reached for more oil, filled her right palm and applied it to Brett's back and arms. She reached behind herself with her left arm, rubbing her pussy with her middle three fingers to enhance the flow of honey between her legs. She stroked and rubbed herself a little, while her right hand continued to massage Brett.
When her left hand became covered with her dew, she withdrew it and rubbed the moisture over her breasts and nipples. By now, her large nipples were a dark shade of crimson, well and truly erect. She marveled at their beauty in the mirror and Brett watched her through his half-closed eye moaning appreciatively as she stroked both herself and his back.
Reluctantly, she applied both hands to her work, her strong fingers expertly massaging Brett's back, ass and upper thighs. She loved her massaging her lover's body.
She couldn't help though admiring the reflected curve of her well-rounded ass while she worked. She couldn't resist dipping her finger into the honey flowing between her legs, producing an exquisite tingling which rapidly became an ache in her slit.
She decided not to finger herself any further, but to concentrate her efforts on Brett's muscled body. He was relaxing, moaning contentedly in response to her stroking. She massaged his arms again, then started work on his lower legs.
Brett was taking great delight in both the massage and Tara's body. He turned his head to the left, taking in her mirrored reflection, admiring the curve of her back, her ample ass and glimpses of her rose tipped breasts, swaying enticingly over his body. She was only half turned towards the mirror, making her reflection more tantalizing.
Tara occasionally paused in her work to look at herself in the mirror, touching her breasts and rolling her nipples. She was quiet, but couldn't help sighing with pleasure at the erotic feelings evoked by her reflection and her touching.
