The cool night air seeps in from the open window as I sit alone in front of the mirror. My body is lightly clothed, a soft white almost lace like wrap moves sensuously over my curves as I lift my arms and run a hairbrush through the length of my soft chestnut tresses.
The breeze chills my skin, makes my nipples pucker into hard points as I drop the brush and move my hands over myself.
I open my palms, rubbing then clockwise, brushing over the tips of my breasts. The heat of my hands and the coolness of my skin excites me, making a flutter start low in my belly. I watch my hands in the mirror, strumming over my nipples then squeezing and kneading my breasts slowly, rolling and pinching the tips through the thin material.
I close my eyes and imagine your hands on my body, your breath on my neck as you tease me, your rough fingers plucking my nipples and my pussy starts to tingle, I feel my moisture seeping from me as I lose myself in my daydream.
I lean back in my chair and open my legs wide, opening my robe and letting it fall over the back of the chair. I open my eyes and look at myself again, my pussy is wet, I can see the sheen of juices on my slit in the low light. My nipples are hard and dark pink from me teasing them. My face flushed and my eyes hungry.
I look in the mirror and see you doorway behind me, leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes move over me and a small smile twists the corners of your mouth. I move my hands under my breasts, lifting them and offering them to you as our eyes hold in the mirror. A low moan escapes my lips as I lift one higher and flick my tongue out, wetting the tip of one, then the other. I squeeze them tight, pinching my nipples between my fingers as I watch your face.
I open my mouth to speak, but you cut me off before I can.
"Shhh," you bring your finger to your lips and shush me, your eyes on my hands. "Pinch your nipples baby."
Your voice is both rough and smooth, like gravel under velvet and a shiver runs down my spine as I obey, pinching just the tips between my thumbs and fingers. The feeling is magnified a thousand fold with your eyes on me.
"Squeeze them...show me how you want me to play with them."
I watch your face behind me as I knead the soft flesh in my hands, tugging my nips, rolling them between my fingers, pinching then hard, just on the border of pain.
My pussy is on fire as I taunt myself, my breasts feel swollen, my nipples throbbing. I lock eyes with you in the mirror and slowly slide one of my hands lower, down my torso and I cup my pussy in my palm. Im hot and sopping wet as I rub the flat of my hand against the lips of my sex. I moan loud as I grind my clit against it, smiling as I see your hand rub your cock through the thick worn denim of your jeans.
"Open yourself for me...let me see baby."
I open my legs even wider and move both hands down, pulling open the lips of my sex, I can see my moisture glistening on my heated flesh in my reflection, my clit hard and standing at attention, its hood pulled back. I moan as the cool air hits me. I'm so fucking horny I think ill explode if I don't touch myself there, and soon.
"Finger yourself baby...fuck yourself with your hands, but don't come yet."
