I wish you were here with me. I wish you were here, and I wish you were looking at me in a way that let me know you wanted me. I wish You would stare into my eyes, as you run a hand lightly down the right side of my body, brushing the top of my nipple ever so gently, never breaking eye contact. You would lean in to kiss me, and your lips would touch mine, pressing softly, then more firmly against me, warm and searching. We'd break for a second, parting only an inch and feeling each other's breath, me feeling your hardness growing against my stomach.
You'd turn me around, so I was standing with my back to you, both of us facing the full-length mirror, your hard bulge pressed against my butt, and you'd tell me to stand still. You'd raise my arms so they were lifted out from my sides, and you'd rub your hands down my sides to my waist as you nuzzled, teased, and breathed on my neck, finally kissing and then biting it gently. Then, you'd reach around to the front of my body, rubbing your hands all over my stomach and up to where my bra was, but no further. You'd continue rubbing my stomach, nibbling my neck, breathing in my ear, then slowly begin to pull the front of my shirt up as you watched both me and yourself in the mirror. I'd be standing transfixed, seeing your hands pulling my shirt higher, higher; to reveal the white transparent lace of the bottom of my bra cups.
"Put your arms above your head," you'd say, and I would comply, and instantly feel the crisp cotton of my shirt passing over the hardening nipples poking through my bra and then completely over my head before you tossed it aside and I lowered my arms again.
We would both return our gazes to the mirror, and would see my hardened, darkened nipples only slightly obscured by the delicate lace of my bra. We'd both watch in the mirror as you began rubbing over my stomach again, this time running your hands higher, higher, until you slid them over my lace-covered nipples, causing the lace and the heat of your hands to create tingling sensations that started there and moved downward. You'd continue very lightly massaging my nipples through the lace, both of us watching in the mirror as they got pointier, both of us hearing my breath growing heavier, me feeling your breath against the side of my neck.
You'd rub circular motions around my nipples with your fingertips, getting me warm, then pinch them gently to make them really stand up. Then, you'd undo my bra slowly from the back, and slide the straps slowly, slowly down my arms, revealing my full, round, white breasts in the reflection as we both watched.
"Your breasts are beautiful, baby," you whisper, in that hoarse, husky tone that tells me you're giving in to the lust you feel. And you run your fingertips down the sides of my body again, brushing against the rounded sides of my breasts and causing me to get goosebumps.
When your hands get to my waist, you slowly, easily, fluidly move my shorts down to my ankles, and I step out of them as you pull them away from my feet. Then you stand back up, and sigh at the sight of the thin white lace of the front of my thong panties, at the thin layer of strawberry-blonde pubic hair that's barely visible through them. I start to turn around, wanting to kiss you, but you grab my shoulders firmly to keep me facing the mirror. You then move your hands back to my waist, and bend me forward, both of us watching, until my upper body is angled toward the mirror, and my boobs are dangling, swaying gently.
You bend with me, pressing your chest against my back and your erection right in between my butt cheeks, fondling my breasts for a moment and watching their reflection as they wobble gently and sway from your touch. Then you stand upright, leaving me bent over, and grab my butt with two hands, squeezing, massaging, watching in the mirror as my eyes slide shut and my head goes back.
I feel your hand running up and down the back of my lace thong, up and down the thin strip of lace separating my cheeks, up, and then down all the way to the wet spot growing between my legs, brushing lightly against my labia before heading back upward again.
You back up, and I feel you looking at me from behind. I look in the mirror and see your eyes drooping with with lust as you look at my butt, pulling my thong out from between my cheeks and running a finger down my crevice, making me shiver.
Then you pull the thong down my legs just as fluidly as you did the shorts, and I step out of them as well.
I am now completely naked, and you are completely clothed behind me. Your arms come around me and your hands run down my stomach to my mound, down between my legs then back out again, and you feel that I am very, very wet. Wet for you. You start finger-fucking me, slowly, firmly, with two, then three fingers. You feel my muscles clenching around you.
A slight moan escapes from deep in your chest, then you whisper, "Look how beautiful your body is, baby."
