| return to Softer Things I watched all of it. Her hips moved to the music as she smiled mischievously at me. I sat in the chair where she had asked me to sit, and I watched her naked on the bed, moving to the music, showing me all that she wanted me to see. She was beautiful. Her hair was free and loose over her shoulders and face. She began on her back, one leg up, its knee bent, her breasts lying on her chest, her nipples shrinking from the chill of the room, their tips hardening as I watched. Her hands and fingers moved over her body as if exploring herself for the first time, or perhaps they were drawing my eyes to them, showing me, giving me an unforgettable tour. Her pubic hair was trimmed and shaped on top of her mound, but her pussy lips were shaved and smooth. As her fingers passed lightly over her pussy, I could see it was wet and beginning to swell, to open as some kind of special flower might, a flower that pulled at me, drawing me toward it, luring me inside where I very much wanted to be. Her eyes followed mine. And when I would occasionally look back up to her eyes she would smile as if to tell me it was okay to look, to see her, to want her, because that was what it really was about, her showing me, sharing herself with me. It was also about driving me absolutely fucking crazy. She enjoyed that, doing that to me, and she did it so damned well, so completely. I watched as her left hand played over her nipples and her right hand pressed against her clit. Her fingers moved in circles on her pussy; her fingertips pulled each nipple in turn before twisting both slowly. Her eyes never closed, never left me. She watched me watching her. It took me a while to realize I was her mirror. I gave her a reflection of her own passion, her own ability to project desire. I did it unknowingly but gladly once I understood. Without warning or any suggestion from me she turned on the bed until she was on her knees. Her ass was turned to me but not so much that she couldn't look back to see me. Her right hand came down under her body to again work on her pussy; her left hand left her breasts and moved down the small of her back, its middle finger creeping down the crack of her ass until it found the round puckered ring. As she watched me, she slid a finger into her pussy and another into her ass at the same time. I knew my eyes were fixed on her fingers and how her body took them and held them, so I broke the spell and look up to her eyes. They held me, her eyes did, as she smiled at me and fucked herself with her fingers. She was beautiful. copyright 2000 |