‘I’m sorry for having to cut the evening short. These things cant be helped’ he says
‘Well, why don’t you come up for some wine and we can spend some time together and then you can go?’ I suggest in hopes of salvaging some time together.
‘You don’t understand, I don’t think I have that kind of time. I know if I go up with you I won’t leave until tomorrow comes.
I have an idea….. I lean in and whisper something into his ear, as I pull away I see his eyebrows raise with anticipation. My purse in my hand I head upstairs. I know he’s rushing to follow me.
I open the door as I see him reach the top of the stairs and let him follow me inside. As soon as he’s inside, he locks the door and kisses me. He pushes me against the wall and presses up against me. Rubbing himself back and forth. He moans. I can feel him hard already.
He takes my clothes off, then his and wonders at my body. His hands roaming over every part of me. His hands hot against me. The trail of his hands wonderful against me. The contrast of his hand against my tanned body erotic.
There are mirrors everywhere. All around us. Adds to the eroticism. He lifts me up, sets me down and spreads my legs open. There’s a moment of cold at my back but it quickly warms with the heat of my body. He flicks his tongue against me and teases. His fingers adding to the tease.
I slip off back to my feet and turn around. Facing one of the mirrors. I lean back into him and his arms wrap around me. His arms crossed in front of me, a breast in each hand. Caressing. I hear him moan again as he kisses my neck.
I brace myself and lean forward a little bit as he slips himself inside me. I look to my right, another mirror. This time I see us in a different angle. Sexy. Hot. Erotic. Like watching an adult film and I’m starring in it.
I watch my body move. I get a little more turned on. I look at my breasts, my nipples hard. Tanned. Sexy. I see them sway with every thrust he makes. My gaze lowers and I see his hand in between my legs. Driving me closer to the edge he wants ya both to fall over I’m on my toes for a better angle.
I can see where our bodies join and that takes me over the edge where he follows. Our bodies continue to rock back and forth together, enjoying the high of what just happened.
Clothes are slipped back on. We smile as we walk down the stairs and out the door where we get curious glances from the hostess
Well done. The fucking mirrors. Oh god, that has to be in the future for me. Love that you sent in a writing. I’d love to see more people do this. Just love it.