Erotic Story: Reflection

Attentively, I’m not only looking at my own reflection in the mirror, but especially at his. The way he sits slumped on the couch, his legs slightly apart, his hair tousled… so sexy. My own reflection is not too bad either. My pajama shorts open so much that I can see my panties and when I do my best, I can even spot my nipples. I sigh, already turned-on while he scrolls through his phone and puts his hand on my bare thigh. His touch feels warm, so warm that it almost burns. I look at his hand, the ease with which it rests on my skin, the love it radiates. Then I look at the mirror standing on the floor across from us, ready to get its own place in the living room. 

I study his body, his chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing, his T-shirt tightening around his upper arms. The way his eyebrows make slight movements as he scrolls. Now and then, his face lights up from his phone screen. My eyes slide over his T-shirt, along his nipples and down to his crotch. Knowing what’s underneath those grey sweatpants, only turns me on more. I put my hand on his and squeeze gently. He looks up and smiles lovingly before looking down at his phone again. My focus returns to the mirror as I take my hand off his and put it on his thigh. I squeeze gently and notice him shifting slightly. Slowly, I slide my hand up over his sweatpants, and when I reach his crotch he lowers his phone and I see him watching me in the mirror. I have to do my best not to look at him and keep my eyes on the mirror. His hand slides up further and eventually finds the fabric of my shorts. His fingertips tickle underneath and he turns his face to the mirror.

I feel him getting harder under my hand, which quickens my breathing. I start rubbing the fabric more firmly and he sinks down a little more so I have better access. I automatically let my legs fall further apart. In no time I feel his fingertips at the edge of my shorts. ‘Hmm,’ I moan softly. ‘Good.’ It takes effort not to close my eyes, but I don’t want to, I want to see what happens next. I rub his hard-on harder and harder and his breathing gets louder and louder. He is so hard I can take a hold of him and slowly jerk him off over his sweatpants. His fingertips run along the edge of my shorts, one occasionally sliding under the fabric. My mouth feels dry and my heartbeat is somewhere in my throat. I want him to touch me completely, but I want to touch him completely even more. Through the mirror I see a slight stain appearing on his sweatpants. A wet stain forms right on his cock. 

On seeing it, a little groan sounds at the back of my throat. He looks down at his pants and then playfully bobs his boner up and down. He buries his fingertips deeper into my skin and I feel desire rushing through my body. Without taking my eyes off the mirror, I curl my fingers around the edge of his sweatpants and pull them down a little, and let my hand slide in. He groans softly when I find his tip. His cock feels wet and sticky against the fabric of his pants. Before I can do anything, he has withdrawn his hand and lifts himself up from the couch to take his boner from his pants. Turned on, I suck my lower lip between my teeth and look at him intently through the mirror. His gaze is fiery, almost hungry. He rolls the edge of his T-shirt up a little and I see the fluid spreading across his abdomen. 

He gently squeezes my thigh and I lift my butt a little so he can pull down my shorts. As soon as they fall around my ankles, I let my legs fall further apart. All that’s blocking the view to my heat now is the thin fabric of my thong. I take my hand to my mouth, spit in it and grab his boner. He moans excitedly at the touch. I slowly start to jerk him off. In turn, he pulls my thong to the side and runs his fingertips through my folds. ‘You’re wet,’ he says excitedly. ‘Hmm, hmm,’ I manage to express. Without realizing it, I start moving my hips. I wiggle at his touch, hoping to find some control. In the meantime, I keep jerking him off. I bury my free hand in the couch and try to control my breathing. 

Just when I think I’m managing things, he pulls his hand back and licks his fingers. ‘Shit, you taste so good, want to try?’ He looks at me through the mirror. I let my hands rest and watch how he slides his fingers through my wetness again and then brings them to my mouth. I let my lips fall open slightly and allow him to slide a finger between my lips and inside my mouth. My salty taste spreads through my mouth. Fuck, this may be the hottest thing we’ve ever done. I greedily suck his finger clean. He groans excitedly and chuckles softly. ‘Sweet, baby.’ When I release his finger, it disappears between my legs again. Warm and wet, it slides through my folds, maddeningly grazing my clit and pressing my opening. My insides are practically begging for his touch now. I’m so caught up in it I’d lost sight of what’s in my hand.

Slowly, I start moving up and down again. He wiggles his legs more and more and I realize that, just like me, he’s trying to find some control. We both watch our movements through the mirror. The whole scene makes my nipples poke so hard against the fabric of my top, that I can’t do anything but release them. I pull up my top and let the fabric rest above my breasts. He moans louder when I start massaging my breast and take my nipple between my thumb and index finger. ‘I can’t keep this up for much longer,’ he groans, panting. I smile and consider it an encouragement to pick up the pace. Before I know it, he does the same. His fingers move in and out of me, hitting just the right spots inside. I moan uncontrollably, not knowing what to do with my breast anymore and then feel the heat rising. ‘I. Am. Coming.’

Panting, I quickly move my hand up and down, tightening my grip on his cock. His sounds give away that he’s almost there. My muscles tense and I feel my head getting lighter. ‘Don’t stop. Don’t stop.’ His encouragement is exactly what I need. I firmly move my hand up and down a few times and then feel my body exploding under his fingers. I come in jerking movements, as he empties himself over my hand in warm waves. It takes everything in me to watch instead of sinking down. I feel the wetness dripping between my butt cheeks and as soon as my body has recovered, I turn my face towards him. His stomach glistens and my hand is sticky. He pulls me onto his lap grinning. ‘Do you want to try another position before we hang it up the wall?’ I curl my finger around the edge of my T-shirt, pull it over my head and kiss him passionately. ‘I don’t see why not,’ I mumble against his lips as he grabs my ass. There are still plenty of other positions to watch.