Mirror Mirror [By Britt]

Mirror Mirror
By Brittany

You shut your door and inhale deeply, smiling at the scent. The room smells like vanilla - your favorite.

"So good," you murmur, walking over to your mirror. Your face is damp and flushed. You're hot. It's hot. The air has been out for three hours and the sweat rolling down your back is irritating you.

Stripping off your shirt, you hear a quiet rustle from your closet behind you. You think nothing of it and your hands slide to your pants, pushing them off.
You sigh with relief when the air hits your hot skin. Another rustle makes you curious and you glance in the mirror towards your closet just in time to see a flash of brown eyes before they disappear. Your jaw drops slightly when you remember Joe and Frankie had been playing hide and seek. You curse quietly and look at your stripped pants. It's too hot to force yourself to put them back on and cover yourself. You smirk suddenly, and decide to leave your clothes where they are.

"Oh, it's so hot," you moan, your fingers brushing your skin, moving up and unhooking your bra.

You can picture Joe now. His eyes darkening and his adam's apple jerking as he takes in your bare breasts. You bite your lip and cup your breasts, tipping your head and knowingly giving him a fantastic view in the mirror.

"Mmm," you sigh.

Running your hands up and to your hair, you lift it off your damp neck for a moment before letting it drop back onto your shoulders. You run your tounge along your upper lip and glance at your door. You walk over and lock it, then step back in front of your mirror. Your fingers run along your thighs and up your sides, teasing your breasts for a minute. You hear a quiet gasp from your closet, and you can't help but become aroused at the thought of what you're doing. What you're doing to him. Licking your lips you run you hands down your stomach and slip a hand into your panties. Your fingers tease the slightly damp folds, and you sigh. You close your eyes and imagine Joe in your closet. You've walked in on him before, your eyes locking on his hand that had been wrapped around himself. You had apologized, but you weren't really sorry. In fact, you caught him again and watched silently without his knowledge of you there. You know he's unzipped his pants by now, his hand snaking into his boxers and his rough hand gripping his hardening self.

"Oh," you moan quietly, slipping a finger into yourself.

Your ears pick up on a quiet thud, and you know his head has tipped back onto the wall. His boxers will have been tugged down to feel his throbbing self, and his hand is gripping and twisting as he watches you.

"Fuck," you sigh, adding another finger and sliding them in and out easily.

Thinking back to Joe, hiding in your closet, your hips grind against your hand and you let out a breathy moan. He's probably licked his palm by now, running it over his length and biting his lip as he twitches under his own touch. You can only imagine how bad he wants to moan, to call out your name.

"Ohh," you moan, your thumb finding your clit and rubbing gently.

Your head tips back and your free hand cups your breasts one at a time, then runs through your hair as your hand works its magic. The smallesmt moan emits from your closet and you bite your lip harder.

"Oh God," you breathe, your thumb pressing hard and moving in faster circles.

You know he's so hard he can barely stand it now and he has both hands on his hardness, each one stroking and twisting with a different beat. His hips are arching into his hands and his breathing has gotten heavy.

"Yes," you moan, your fingers moving quickly. You feel yourself beginning to tense and your jaw drops as the waves of pleasure begin to take over.

"Oh my God," you hear him moan quietly. You know he's close. His hands move quickly now and you know his eyes are locked onto your hidden hand.

"Mmm," you moan. "Oh, God."

You reach up and grip the mirror for leverage, your hips bucking against your hand as you moan loudly, your orgasm hitting you and lingering. Your mind goes to Joe and you know your moans were enough. His hips have bucked into his hands and he's bitten his lips to stop from moaning outloud as he spills into his used hands. Several moans and whimpers later your body finally becomes still and you remove your hand, breathing hard.

"Now I'm even hotter," you giggle, wiping your forehead and walking to the two drawer dresser than held your pajamas.

Slipping on a long white t-shirt and shorts you head for your bedroom door. Unlocking it you open it and then look at your closet.

"Bye, Joe," you smirk, walking out of your room.