feel

An erotic story by m.

AN EROTIC STORY BY M.

Mirror mirror on the wall...

We finally have a long evening together again. I am wearing his latest lingerie gift, a beautiful set from Coco de Mer's Rivera collection.
A sexy open bra, with matching suspenders and a thong.
My legs are wrapped in thin black stockings.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, I look at myself with a critical eye.
The suspenders and stockings suit me perfectly and my high heels give me beautiful, contoured, slender legs.
The bra unabashedly shows my bosom, framed by straps and adorned with a teensy edge of delicate lace.

Behind me I hear him coming towards me, I see him in the mirror and then feel his warm body against my naked back.
His hands slide up my hips. He lifts my soft breasts and lovingly weighs them with his hands.
He whispers in my ear how wonderful they feel.
I look in the mirror at his strong hands; I hesitate for a moment but then voice my insecurity.
'Don't you think my breasts are too soft in this bra ?'

He is not surprised by that question; he now knows my insecurities.
He replies softly, 'They're beautiful...big enough and deliciously soft.'
Again I hesitate for a few seconds.
'I think they are quite weak and not that nice and full...maybe I want to have them lifted and plumped up.'
He lets go of my breasts, his hands now loosely at my waist. He looks in the mirror, kisses me on the cheek.
'You're so beautiful just like this...but if you really want it...you should do what makes you feel good.'
I smile at the compliment.

I myself lift my bosom a bit, notice in the mirror the round bulges of my breasts and the sexy groove between them.
'A bit like that, a bit fuller and firmer? Wouldn't you like that better?'
He's still close to me, his arms around me, his hands on my stomach.
In the mirror, I see his face, with a thoughtful look. 'You've probably already researched all about an operation like that?
Also what the risks are?' I nod.
'Lately, I've been reading everything I could find about it.'
Actually, I also dread surgery...but I'm not saying that out loud.
He thinks again for a moment, then says, 'If you really want it for yourself, you should do it.'
I look at him in the reflection of the mirror. 'I'm not sure about it yet though...'

I let him admire my natural bosom.
His hands wander over my body, enjoying my feminine curves, captured by refined straps, clasps, and lace.
My stockings crackle when my legs glide past one another.
I feel his excitement rapidly growing against my tush.

His warm breath audibly accelerates, close to my ear. '...I want you here, standing in front of the mirror, I want to see you while I take you.'
As he pulls down his tight boxer shorts, I rapidly take off my thong.
I bend over a bit, push my buttocks backward, help him get into me with one hand and then straighten up.
We make love lusciously slow, his eyes are wide open.
He looks in the mirror at my writhing body, my shiny high-heeled legs, my swaying breasts.

He gasps in my ear to the slow rhythm of his thrusts, excited murmur, words, I only half understand them.
One hand presses firmly on my abdomen, the other tightly holding on to a soft boob. I arch my back and burn with pleasure.
His movements are slowly getting rougher, his hand kneads my boob harder and harder.
Suddenly I feel my legs go weak, I shake on my high heels. His strong arms hold me upright while a lovely hot haze washes over me.
A few more powerful thrusts from his lower body and then his breathing stops when he finally lets go.

Still panting with pleasure, I see in the mirror the rapid rise and fall of my soft bosom.
His hands are loosely on my hips and he kisses me softly on the neck.
In the mirror, I notice his gaze eagerly gliding over the curves of my body. I know he'll be fully powered up again soon.
Fortunately, the evening is still wonderfully long.

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