I’m in front of the large mirror when you enter the bathroom dressed in just your boxers, your hair ruffled from sleep. The air is heavy from my shower a few minutes ago, with a hint of fragrant steam still lingering. I’m stood in my bra and panties, letting a richly scented body oil sink into my skin before I dress for work.
My matching underwear is pale pink, the soft, lace-trimmed satin fabric chosen for the sensuous feel against my skin. My long, blonde hair is dried in soft waves and rests over my right shoulder. I’ve just finished applying a coat of mascara and a swipe of nude lipstick, ready for the office.
You stop just inside the door, and I catch your eye through the reflection in the mirror. There’s something hungry and dominant about your stare that stops me from wishing you Good morning and instead keeps me silent. You stalk the few steps towards me, your pace slow and predatory, eye contact maintained through the mirror. I feel the burning heat radiating from your body when it stops just behind me, not touching yet still scorching my skin.
Your knee nudges my legs wider, adjusting my stance and causing my ass to shift. I feel the soft cotton of your boxers brush against the bare skin exposed by my thong. Your right foot stands between my slightly spread legs, your left foot just to the outside of mine. My left thigh is now gently encircled by both of yours and that touch alone makes my stomach flip.
Our eyes remain locked and my arms drop to hang limply at my sides. My body has softened in submission to the strength of yours, but my deep breathing reveals the tension that’s building inside me.
Both of your hands rise, your fingertips lightly skimming the backs of my fingers, hands, wrists, and onwards, slowly up towards my shoulders. Without taking your eyes from mine, your head dips to place a feather-light kiss at the top of my left shoulder, kissing a line across to where my neck and shoulders meet.
Your head rises and chin rests there on my shoulder, whilst your hands move inwards. In slow motion your fingers flutter along my collarbone until your palms flatten against my skin and roam down, travelling over the rise of my bra. Your hands curve around the underside of my breasts, taking their weight and pushing them up and together. Your thumbs reach up and hook into the soft satin cups, dragging the material down. The silky fabric catches on my hardening nipples, before releasing the stiff pink peaks. Your thumbs drag over them, too, triggering my release of a shuddering breath.
You remain like this for a moment, your hands cupping and squeezing. I feel every squeeze of your hand as a ripple in my pussy, as another trickle of wetness. Your eye contact is unwavering, and I feel you can read every dark and dirty thought running through my head. I’m sure you can sense that my sex is already clenching in anticipation of your hard cock filling it.
My body temperature continues to rise, and it feels like fire is consuming me from the inside out. Finally, your head lifts from the crook of my neck. You leave my bra as it is, cups pulled down and my breasts exposed, and move your hands down to trace the sides of my waist.
The heightened sensitivity of that skin has my hips wanting to buck, but I catch myself and release a deep, low moan from the back of my throat. Your fingers slide under the waistband of my panties at each hip, thumbs brushing over the tender flesh where my body and legs meet. Your hands continue down my thighs, taking the panties with them, sending the scrap of material to the floor.
For the first time, your eyes move from mine to look at the reflection of my now-exposed pussy. The neat patch of hair leads between my legs to a peek of rosy pink lips, already swollen from arousal even though you’ve yet to touch me.
Your left hand flattens to my stomach, fingers angled downwards, and I hold my breath as they descend. When they’re just above my clit, your index and middle fingers spread apart before continuing down and closing shut, my clit and lips sandwiched between them. Your fingers begin to move back and forth, massaging and spreading the wetness already pooling there.
When your hand then pulls up and your fingers move apart, my lips are pulled wide to reveal the pink, glistening slit and the hard nub of my clit pulsing for your attention. Your eyes meet mine again as you push your right thumb into my mouth, a tiny drop in your control showing when I suck down on it hard and a groan rumbles from your chest. You take your wet thumb and circle it over my nipples, pinching and pulling them in turn. My pussy is still stretched and exposed, and in time with every pinch of my nipples, I feel my muscles clench under your gently moving fingers.