Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Mirrors (MF, rom)
Date: 1996/07/19

			       Mirrors
				  by
			  Astral6666@aol.com
			       Part One

	 ... I place my order with the waiter and he leaves my table.

	I look across the room and you are just finishing ordering,
but your eyes are not on the waiter, they're looking directly at me...
we are each seated alone at a table, about fifteen feet away.

	Your eyes are sexy and sultry and very inviting.

	You smile, your lips smooth and fluid with the movement, and
squirm slightly in your seat...

	You are wearing a simple yet deliciously soft-looking blouse
and a skirt, and your movement in the seat draws my attention
downward... I realize I can look directly beneath your table to see
the long expanse of your legs, bare and slim and firm, ending where
the skirt covers your thigh.

	You move again and your skirt rides up, only a little, showing
a tantalizingly small amount of your smooth upper thigh. You spread
your legs slightly and I'm nearly hypnotized as the shadow formed by
your skirt hides the area between your legs.

	I can see both thighs disappearing into that shadow and I
unconsciously lick my lips as I gaze there harder, hoping... I finally
tear my eyes away and look back up - and you are staring intently at
the area below my table!

	I watch as you stare, your fingers toying with your blond
hair, your breasts rising and falling as your breathing seems to
quicken.

	You suddenly look up at me, directly into my eyes, and you're
no longer smiling sweetly; now you have a look of pure lust, of desire
and need, and I feel my cock grow firm and sensitive against my pants.

	You glance below my table and back up again, your eyes
smoldering, and, amazingly, you let your hand slip down from your hair
to the top of your blouse. You quickly yet nonchalantly unbutton the
top two buttons, your fingers flipping open the neckline to show the
swell of your breasts, then sliding quickly inside to rub the nipple
on your right breast, making it firm and hard beneath the soft silk.

	Your hand is back at your hair in a flash and I would be
unsure it had moved at all except for the luscious view of your
cleavage and the smooth silk outline of your rigid nipple.

	My cock is straining now and I want badly to free it or rub
it... Your eyes are still locked beneath my table and a movement of
your legs draws mine to beneath yours. Your legs have spread further,
your skirt sliding higher, and I can almost see the very tops of your
thighs.

	Your hand suddenly appears in my vision, your fingers
caressing the inside of your left leg, rubbing slowly back and forth,
down your leg and up, each time rising higher on your thigh.

	With barely a movement you slide forward on your seat, your
skirt pulled tight across the tops of your thighs, the area between
your legs now fully exposed. My view now unrestricted I can see the
soft blond down of your pussy, pink swollen lips protruding,
glistening with excitement. Your fingers continue to trace their path,
higher each time, now sliding into the crack where your thigh joins
your body, just brushing the edge of your hair.

	You shudder and I find myself reaching below my table, rubbing
very lightly through the material of my pants...

	I look up at your face, your mouth open slightly, your tongue
sliding side to side between your teeth, darting out occasionally to
moisten your full lips. You look at me, glance below my table again
and back up at me as if to say, "Well?"

	I smile and move my hand to my zipper. I watch your face as
your eyes move back down between my legs. I slide it down and reach
inside my pants. I feel my smooth hard cock, the veins raised, the
head swollen - mmm it feels so good to rub it with you watching. I
pull it out through the zipper opening, carefully exposing my balls as
well, caressing and fondling them as my cock hangs free and hard for
you to see.

	Your face looks sexy and hot, the expression of lust and
pleasure is such a turn on I can feel my cock straining as if it would
cross the room on its own to get to you.

	Your lips form a near pout, round and inviting and I can
imagine what it will be like to feel them kissing and sucking me. Your
teeth bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes locked on my cock. I rub
it gently, teasingly, causing a drop of pre-come to appear. I spread
it over the head of my cock, slick and slippery.

	I look beneath your table to see your fingers totally absorbed
in stroking your cunt. Your index finger spreads your lips, starting
low, sliding upward, a slight stop as it slide quickly into your
opening and then out again and up, rubbing against your achingly
swollen clitoris, rubbing, your other fingers stroking your lips, your
legs spread very wide.

	I can see the lovely pink of your inner cunt, the slightly
redder lips and your hard almost-white swollen clit.

	Mesmerized by your stroking finger I move my hand more quickly
on my cock, squeezing, rubbing, sliding my hand slowly from the base
to the tip. Your fingers spread your cunt lips wide and I can see your
opening widening in its desire for my cock. My tongue would love to
taste it, my lips long for your clit...

	The waiter brings your order. You smile at him and mumble
thanks though your eyes have never left my cock and your fingers
continue to stroke yourself.

	You pick up a piece of celery and slide the end between your
lips.

	I can see your tongue toy with it, your lips squeezing gently,
your eyes still on my cock.

	My waiter arrives with my food though eating is the last thing
I'm interested in. As he places my dishes before me he temporarily
blocks my view of you. When he leaves I look and you are gone! In a
panic I put my cock back inside my pants and zip up.

	I get out my wallet and leave enough money on the table to
cover the charge.

	I stand to go and I feel a hand touch my shoulder from behind.

	I turn and it's you. I'm lost in your eyes, the beauty there,
the lust, the sensuality. I'm afraid that at this moment I would do
anything you say. Please, I think, please say what I want to hear.

	"Hi," you say, "I'm Sue."

	"John," I reply.

	"Ready to go?" you say.

	"Yes."

	Well, Sue, there you have it - the start, at least. Didn't
quite get us to a room, but now it's your turn.

			       Part Two

	Your dress rustles as we quickly climb the stairs and open the
door to the cheap hotel.

	You didn't know where we were going when we got in the car,
and you can't imagine why I've brought you to this place. But you
trust me so you enter the room ahead of me and I close the door and
lock it.

	It's dark and you wait silently for whatever will happen next.

	I quietly move away from you and light a small candle. As the
room gradually fades into view with the growing light, you see that
we're in a room with a bed, a nightstand (with the candle) a small
chair (dicrepit and untrustworthy) and a door (presumably to a
bathroom.) I've moved back behind you, and I touch your shoulders to
turn you to the left. You are startled to see yourself, standing in
the dim-lit room with a dark-eyed man (me) standing behind you,
holding our shoulders.

	You realize that one whole wall of the room, running along the
left side of the bed, is a huge mirror. We stand like that for awhile,
looking at ourselves looking back.

	My eyes roam from your eyes to your lips, down your chin,
prying at the neck of your dress, over the swell of your breasts.

	You watch my eyes in the mirror as they linger on your
nipples, hardening under my gaze. Then my eyes continue down, staring
at each button as if I could undo them with my sight. I'm looking
directly at the area covering your sex, hungrily, avidly and you can
feel yourself moistening. Still further down I examine the hem of our
dress, your lean lower thighs appearing golden brown in the
candlelight.

	You breathe deeply, your shoulders moving slightly against my
hands as my eyes explore your calves and ankles. You step out of your
shoes, pushing them aside with your feet, and the movement as you
stand barefoot pulls your shoulders down and away from my hands, but
not your dress which I hold tightly, pulling it taut against the front
of your body, outlining your breasts, lifting them slightly. I breathe
deeply.

	You reach up with your right hand, touch your hair and then
run your fingers across my mouth, lingering to let me lick and nibble
each finger in turn, all the while keeping your eyes on the mirror,
watching yourself, watching me watching you.

	Your left hand slides down to the front of your dress and
undoes the first button... I pull back on the dress harder... a second
button... the front of the dress is pulling open as I pull...
another... I can see the insides of both of your breasts, round,
luscious...

	and another... I have the dress practically off your
shoulders... and another... your breasts pull free, nipples hard and
red...

	and another... I am stripping your dress down your upper arms,
though you don't stop touching my mouth or unbuttoning... another...
and I can see the top of your pubic hair, blond, downy, shiny in the
dim light.

	You stop unbuttoning and drop both hands to your side, letting
the dress fall away.

	My hands are left to rub your shoulders, the outsides of your
arms, slow sensuous circles, my fingers enjoying the touch of your
smooth skin. You look stunning in the mirror. You move your feet
slightly to spread your legs.

	I can see the crease in your hair, the slight protuberance of
your labia, wet and glistening. My hands move under your arms,
caressing your armpits, your sides, sliding down to your hips and back
up again to brush the roundness of the outsides of our breasts. You
watch my hands as if they were creatures, roaming, feeling, kneading,
my fingers busy, my palms smooth. I cup each breast, lifting them,
feeling their weight, gently squeezing to make your nipples even more
erect. I slowly slide my hands forward, still squeezing, as if I could
force your nipples to become even harder and longer.

	My fingers creep to brush your throbbing nipples and you
spread your legs wider. You lick your lips as you watch my caresses in
the mirror, as I rub my palms across your nipples, flattening your
breasts back against your chest.

	You slide your hands behind you, reaching for me, and in the
mirror you look as if your arms are tied behind you, your breasts
jutting forward, straining against my hands, your stomach drawn in
tight and your ass pushing firmly against me. Your cunt is all but
dripping, your hands tear at the buttons of my shirt, my belt, the snap
of my pants. You pause, still watching the magnificent raw sexuality
of your excited body. Your breathing is harsh and ragged as my hands
slide off the mounds of your breasts, down to your stomach, back up
again, down, a little lower, brushing your hair, back up to pinch
gently at each nipple, to squeeze, then down to feather in the
softness of your golden hair... your fingers reawaken to clasp the
zipper of my pants, tugging, slowly, sliding it down.

	My pants drop to the floor, my cock jutting forward, firm and
smooth to nestle against your round fleshy cheeks. Your hands at on my
balls, gently massaging as you feel my cock stiffen more against your
ass... my hands are toying with the top of your cunt, sliding around
your clit, never quite touching.

	In the mirror your clit looks hard and red and ready as my
fingers slide alongside your labia, pulling them apart, open, on
display to our view... your hand grasps my cock at the base and forces
it down between your cheeks, rubs it against your asshole, teasing,
down further as I bend my knees slightly to let my cock slide forward
between your legs until we can see it in the mirror poking between
your lips. With your other hand you reach around to the front, sliding
your fingers down your stomach, between my fingers holding you open.

	You can't resist rubbing your clit as you pass by, but your
fingers are urgent to reach my cock. You grasp it from the front,
sliding your hand up and down on the head, squeezing the fluid from
the tip where we can see it shine as it drips in a long sticky string
to the floor.

	You hold my cock tight and begin to rub it against your cunt,
pushing it back, past your hole, pulling it forward and up to brush
against your clit.

	I watch your face as you watch your hand use my cock as a
dildo to rub yourself off.

	Your breathing becomes faster and faster as you rub harder and
harder, now rocking your hips forward and back, sliding on my pole,
your fingers tickling the head and your clit with each stroke. You
won't hold out long now, we both know, but you forget to try to hold
back, rubbing with abandon, wanting only to come and come and come...
you almost double over with the force of your orgasm, as if, despite
all this time building to it, it took you by surprise.

	You shake and shudder, your breasts bouncing, your ass
grinding into my stomach, your hands unable to hold my cock any
longer. I stand straighter, my cock again sliding up between your ass
cheeks, and then I sit down on the edge of the bed behind me. I hold
your hips, spreading our cheeks, leaning forward to tongue you.

	In the mirror you can see my cock standing rigid in the frame
of your legs. I lean back, causing my cock to rise higher still,
spreading my legs and sliding my ass as close to the edge of the bed
as I can. I grab your hips to guide you back, but your eyes are on my
cock in the mirror and your aim is true as you slowly, slowly slide
your throbbing, swollen cunt down, down onto the length of my shaft,
watching it disappear between your cunt lips, feeling it huge and hard
and pulsing inside you.

	The image in the mirror is almost too much to stand - you,
legs spread wide, cunt exposed and full of my cock, your breasts
heaving as I hold them in my hands pointing your nipples straight
ahead at the mirror. ...

			      Part Three

	 ... slowly you rise, lifting your hips, your labia clinging
and sliding as you steadily ride back up my cock...

	I lean to watch your face in the mirror as you watch my cock
slowly escape, exposed centimeter by centimeter as you achingly
rise... your eyes half-closed with the pleasure of the silky feeling
of my cock as you slide higher, the tightness and pressure as the head
reaches the entrance to your cunt.

	You clench your muscles and I can feel the grasp on my crown
as you squeeze. So tight and hard together. You lick your swollen lips
and your eyes show the heat of your feeling, the lust of your watching
us fuck as you feel us fuck... you pull up just far enough to squeeze
the tip of my cock, then you plunge down, taking the full length of me
within you.

	Your eyes are wide now, your breathing harsh between clenched
teeth.

	I let your breasts hang free and grasp your hips.

	I lay back to raise my cock still higher and begin to lift
your hips, raising your ass and cunt up and up till I can look below
your ass and see my cock half-impaled inside you. Then I ram you down
and now you help, plunging deeply as I raise my hips, thrusting,
forcing more of me inside you, making you cry out and grasp my hands
on your hips, pushing up again, then down, a steady pace of sliding in
and out, but with such force, with such abandon... your breasts are
flying and bouncing, your hands on your hips as you watch yourself
fuck and be fucked, harder and harder, until you scream your orgasm,
scream your pleasure, plunging again and again as you feel my cock
swell and erupt throbbing and convulsing inside you, my come filling
you, you watch it run down the sides of my cock as you continue to
stroke with your quaking cunt, draining me, pumping me until you feel
my hardness begin to ebb...

	You slowly sit, keeping me inside you, still looking at
yourself in the mirror, your legs wide, your sopping, come-drenched
cunt still stuffed with cock, your nipples taut and red and slightly,
deliciously sore.

	I reach up and touch your shoulders and you smile at yourself
in the mirror... and then lay back, feeling my cock slowly slide out
as rest your head below my chin and we drift off to sleep...