The Mirror A Short Romance Erotica Story by Salty Vixen –

She stood silently in the darkness of the night. As she stepped in front of the mirror, she could feel the blackness of the night enclose her like a mantle. The small gap in the curtains was allowing a tiny stream of moonlight to enter the darkened room also. If she moved a step forward, towards the mirror, her naked body would be bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Funny, she thought to herself, whenever she stood in the moonlight like this, she felt as if magic was truly possible. Staring at her nakedness in the mirror, she lifted her right hand, and pushed her auburn hair back off her face.

In the darkness, you could not see the very tiny lines at the corners of her eyes. She watched as the movement of her hand and arm caused her breast to lift also. Her right nipple was taut in the slightly cool air of the night. Shifting slightly, the moonlight glanced lovingly, caressingly over her right breast. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the overwhelming feelings of desire inundate her body. Just before bed tonight she had taken a long, hot shower, shaving her body smooth. She could see her skin still glistened from the application of body oil she had used. Her body swayed slightly as she let the feelings of desire and arousal wash over her.

Her right hand travelled down over her soft hair, to rest on the upper swell of her right breast. Her skin goose pimpled from the cool air, yet her skin felt hot, tingly as her hand slowly slid down, until her palm rested just over her taut right nipple. Her breath caught on a sigh and she thought her nipple tightened even more, her breast seeming to swell with arousal. Her head fell back slightly, her hair caressing her back, as she stroked her firm breast, fingering the taut, tender nipple, flicking it a bit.

Her left hand touched her tummy lightly. Swaying even more, she could feel the smooth lips of her freshly shaven pussy slipping against one another as her liquids of desire rushed forth to moisten her flesh. Her fingers slid in between her legs, between the wet lips, seeking her button of desire. Touching, rubbing, feeling the moisture on her fingers, her lips, she felt her passion rising on a crescendo beat of rapid heart. Her eyes closed on a sigh; her lips parted to gasp as she squeezed her heavy, full right breast, then deliberately stroked her clitoris.

Oh God, she thought!

And then he was behind her in the mirror. His large warm hands slowly moving her smaller ones out of the way. His large right palm firmly assaging, squeezing, plumping her tender breast to an even fuller, tauter arousal. And his left hand, well, his fingers had found their way to her source of pleasure. His touch alone could make her gasp, sigh, even scream out loud with pleasure. Oh how his clever, tender, loving hands and fingers worked their magic of desire on her heated body. Her head fell back against his strong chest, as her breaths came faster and faster.

Oh…. Oh ..!

Only he could make her rise to this level of desire so fast.

Oh God Yes!

She screamed out loud. Her body collapsed against his as her tender tissues quivered and spasmed with pleasure.

She felt his hot lips against her neck as she slowly regained her senses.

Oh what magic he could make in the moonlight, her lover man, her man of the dark, her mystery man.