To Motion Reflected
I had him right where I wanted him.
I gazed at myself in my vanities mirror.
It was good.
His cock buried deep in me. My hips are thin but his are thinner so my knees spread comfortably on either side with my feet greeting his elbows. My little butt rested between his hip bones and my clit perched perfectly on his balls. Good indeed.
I had him so deep that I could not tell if that momentary discomforting twinge was made by fabled cervix contact or if it was a function of that knob his prick proudly sported. Still it was time to savor.
I looked at my breasts in my vanities mirror and I saw why men I rode could not take their eyes off them. Of course he will only see my ass. Ha!
Still my waist slimmed a bit in it’s sublime softness till hips filled out to be fantastically female. He is getting the view I never have. I gave my hips a little swivel stirring his cock and balls and received an appreciative exhale and thickening dick as a reward.
His thumbs found one of those special spots on the sole of each foot that sent a wave up my core and tingled my nipples. I don’t know if he knew. He is full of surprises. From there his caresses moved luxuriously up my calves. The effects of his serendipitous shiatsu moment had my motor running, but I could not tell if any more would have made me cry, scream, or cum. I was glad his handy and horny caresses had moved to my thighs and beyond. But my core was warming up and I was doing the slow nether roll on his privates causing my girls to slow dance in my candle lit reflection.
I was driving this train. I was the conductor, engineer, and fire woman. He had lit this flame and I was stoking it up for a full speed ahead cross cuntry trip.
Let’s see if he can take the heat.
His hands found their way to the top of my thighs, round my bumm. Then he ever so gently coaxes me forward with a nudge to the small of my back. I lean forward just enough for his fingers to snake around my seeping lips and folds which have unfolded around him. When his fingers find their way along my furrow to my clit he now has full access to my fiery hopper of luv.
There it is again .
Have fucked my brain into silly thought land again as I shiver that special shiver.
Time to ride.
I began bouncing and grinding and thumping and humping and tweaking up down and sideways all over his delicious rail. Me, the woman who often crosses my arms in a futile attempt to conceal my full round and gorgeous tits, now on full furious fucking display in my vanities mirror. My arms raised above my head as my breasts bounced and boobs flounce about in the steaming boudoir air. I luxuriated in the view and the feel of his cock as I rode up the down fiery pole, greased and flowing as his fingers still did their magic all around my pussy; pulling and stretching my outer realms as his cock undid the slippery silk of my inner arena.
I bounced too high, he lost his place in the fingering fugue. He slipped out. I rode down the top of his rail as I fell to glorious orgasm. When knob met nubbin I blew. He blew too. Shot the distance. He came all over my vanities mirror.
On impulse I captured some cum in my palm before he covered my reflection.
I watched myself smear some on my tits in my vanities mirror.
There I was.
There I am.
Spent, panting, and satiated.
In my vanities mirror.
Phoning It In
Posted on September 25, 2015, in adult, Blogging, relationships, serial, smut and tagged adult, artisnalsmut, desires, erotic stories, erotica, life, lust, relationships, smut, transactions, WIP, women, women.men. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.