like
when she came?
Masturbating in front
of a mirror was something she’d never done before. It had a certain wicked
appeal. Especially in a well-lit room like the hotel’s bathroom, with a
full-length mirror on the side wall. She’d be able to see everything.
Her pulse raced at the
thought, and knew she had to do it. Reaching for the clasp at her neck, she
released her hair and let it flow down her shoulders and across her breasts.
Then she slowly undid the button and pulled her dress down, sliding the silk
against her already swollen nipples.
She gasped at the
sensation of the soft fabric massaging her skin, and glanced again at the
mirror. Her hair covered her breasts and she looked like a modern Lady Godiva.
She swept her hair behind her back and examined her breasts.
They were swollen, as
were her nipples. Her breasts might be small, but she had nice nipples. Little
pink areolas and large rounded nipples that were extremely sensitive to touch.
Most especially
sensitive to Aidan’s touch. Her nipples tingled as she recalled his hands, much
larger than hers, sweeping over her breasts, enticing the buds to stand up and
beg for his mouth.
Oh, she wanted his
mouth on her aching breasts so much right now.
But, Aidan wasn’t
there. So she’d have to imagine him there, wish for him there, want him there.
At least in her mind. She closed her eyes and conjured up a vision of him,
standing with her in the bathroom.
What she wouldn’t give
to make that vision a reality.
A sudden shock of
electric desire coursed through her body. Nearly painful in its intense
pleasure, it rocked her until she had to brace herself to keep from wobbling.
Wow. What was that? Was
she so turned on at the mere thought of Aidan that just picturing him and
wishing for him could set her senses on fire?
The room heated
suddenly, as if all the air had been sucked out through the vents. A fine sheen
of perspiration settled between Melissa’s breasts as the humidity in the room
rose.
She was hot. Burning up
inside and out, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. Sliding her hands over her
stomach, she pushed the dress down her hips, letting it puddle on the floor.
Then she turned to the full-length mirror and surveyed her body.
A patch of fine, blonde
hair covered her mound. She shaved everywhere else, preferring smooth pussy
lips despite the fact that they were rarely seen, touched or kissed by a man.
But Aidan had touched her there.
And now, she would as
well. Only her touch would be his. She spread her legs and looked in the mirror
as she moved her hands toward her sex, teasing herself just a little, knowing
what was going to happen but wanting to delay the pleasure for a few more
seconds.
The room was covered in
a fine mist. Humid droplets rained down on her hair and face, covering her
breasts and lower. She could barely breathe from the blanket of heat
surrounding the room.
But still she didn’t
stop.
Tentatively, she eased
her fingers between the folds of her labia, jumping when they slid over her
clit. She paused there, circling the erect nub with her thumb a few times, then
threw her head back and moaned with the wicked delight of sensations spiraling
through her.
Her pussy was damp,
like the rest of her, her juices flowing over her fingers as she slid a couple
between the soft folds and stroked.
“Why aren’t you here,
Aidan?” she whispered to the empty room. “I need you to touch me.”
No one answered, but
the mist enveloped her, briefly cooling her heated skin. It seemed to soak deep
inside her, becoming a part of her.
She gasped when another
shock of pleasure raced through her, and quickened the pace of her fingers
along the folds of her pussy. Every time she brushed her clit she sucked in her
bottom lip and whimpered, wanting desperately for Aidan’s lips to cover the
swollen nub and suck it deep inside.
“Oh dear God,” she
moaned when a wet warmth surrounded her clit, almost as if in answer to her
silent
when she came?
Masturbating in front
of a mirror was something she’d never done before. It had a certain wicked
appeal. Especially in a well-lit room like the hotel’s bathroom, with a
full-length mirror on the side wall. She’d be able to see everything.
Her pulse raced at the
thought, and knew she had to do it. Reaching for the clasp at her neck, she
released her hair and let it flow down her shoulders and across her breasts.
Then she slowly undid the button and pulled her dress down, sliding the silk
against her already swollen nipples.
She gasped at the
sensation of the soft fabric massaging her skin, and glanced again at the
mirror. Her hair covered her breasts and she looked like a modern Lady Godiva.
She swept her hair behind her back and examined her breasts.
They were swollen, as
were her nipples. Her breasts might be small, but she had nice nipples. Little
pink areolas and large rounded nipples that were extremely sensitive to touch.
Most especially
sensitive to Aidan’s touch. Her nipples tingled as she recalled his hands, much
larger than hers, sweeping over her breasts, enticing the buds to stand up and
beg for his mouth.
Oh, she wanted his
mouth on her aching breasts so much right now.
But, Aidan wasn’t
there. So she’d have to imagine him there, wish for him there, want him there.
At least in her mind. She closed her eyes and conjured up a vision of him,
standing with her in the bathroom.
What she wouldn’t give
to make that vision a reality.
A sudden shock of
electric desire coursed through her body. Nearly painful in its intense
pleasure, it rocked her until she had to brace herself to keep from wobbling.
Wow. What was that? Was
she so turned on at the mere thought of Aidan that just picturing him and
wishing for him could set her senses on fire?
The room heated
suddenly, as if all the air had been sucked out through the vents. A fine sheen
of perspiration settled between Melissa’s breasts as the humidity in the room
rose.
She was hot. Burning up
inside and out, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. Sliding her hands over her
stomach, she pushed the dress down her hips, letting it puddle on the floor.
Then she turned to the full-length mirror and surveyed her body.
A patch of fine, blonde
hair covered her mound. She shaved everywhere else, preferring smooth pussy
lips despite the fact that they were rarely seen, touched or kissed by a man.
But Aidan had touched her there.
And now, she would as
well. Only her touch would be his. She spread her legs and looked in the mirror
as she moved her hands toward her sex, teasing herself just a little, knowing
what was going to happen but wanting to delay the pleasure for a few more
seconds.
The room was covered in
a fine mist. Humid droplets rained down on her hair and face, covering her
breasts and lower. She could barely breathe from the blanket of heat
surrounding the room.
But still she didn’t
stop.
Tentatively, she eased
her fingers between the folds of her labia, jumping when they slid over her
clit. She paused there, circling the erect nub with her thumb a few times, then
threw her head back and moaned with the wicked delight of sensations spiraling
through her.
Her pussy was damp,
like the rest of her, her juices flowing over her fingers as she slid a couple
between the soft folds and stroked.
“Why aren’t you here,
Aidan?” she whispered to the empty room. “I need you to touch me.”
No one answered, but
the mist enveloped her, briefly cooling her heated skin. It seemed to soak deep
inside her, becoming a part of her.
She gasped when another
shock of pleasure raced through her, and quickened the pace of her fingers
along the folds of her pussy. Every time she brushed her clit she sucked in her
bottom lip and whimpered, wanting desperately for Aidan’s lips to cover the
swollen nub and suck it deep inside.
“Oh dear God,” she
moaned when a wet warmth surrounded her clit, almost as if in answer to her
silent
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