She came home from work, threw her bag in the corridor, and without unwrapping went to the bedroom. Heels gently knocked on the floor, but she tried not to hear the noise - she heard only herself. The room was not yet dark, the evening light, slightly gilded by the sunset, filled the bedroom. She stopped in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of a beautiful face. Slowly she turned her head, looked at herself in profile - it was amazing how sometimes her face changed. She looked at her legs, chest, waist, ran her hand over her stomach ... Now she knew exactly what she wanted. She continued to stroke her belly — warmth spreading through her body, thoughts rushing past. She attentively examined the woman in the mirror: a short skirt with a smell, a blouse up to the waist with a deep neckline, slender legs, bright high-heeled shoes ... The skirt fell back, exposing her leg ... With quick and very careful movements, she pushed a chair to the mirror - the most important thing is not to think about the outsider and not to frighten away the desire. She sat in a chair, crossed her legs. The skirt "inadvertently" opened, the red pendant on his chest stirred from deep breathing. She did not take her eyes off the woman in the mirror ... Breast appeared from the neck, slightly caught nipple over the edge. The sides of the panties were raised high and they were still not visible in the open skirt - she did not want to shoot them yet - they had so nicely bumped into the poured bosom. She felt like several people at the same time. As a participant, she imagined herself in a summer cafe, she knew that she was beautiful and the men around didn’t take her eyes off her. She liked very much to know that they see that there is no linen on her, that through the skirt, which is inadvertently opened, you can see pubic hair and her nipples stand out in a knitted blouse. As a spectator, she watched the woman in the mirror and was excited by her appearance. Most of all, she did not want to be a director - she was very afraid to let extraneous rational thoughts into her fantasies. She quickly took off her panties and bra, undid the top button of her blouse, releasing her chest. Spread her legs, still feeling the masculine looks on her. Her bosom was big and wet — she liked to feel it. She slowly stroked herself on the inside of her legs, only slightly touching the hairs, so as not to take moisture from the womb. Inside, everything burned, squeezed and pleasantly sore, she could not stand it and closed her eyes, breaking away from the woman in the mirror. Her fingers became wet, the other hand reached for the nipple ... She had not seen the room for a long time, her eyes were closed, the stars ran through the ages, alien glances, soft breasts and ... pleasure ... She wanted to extend it forever ... She lay naked on the bed, slowly and idly stroking herself, knowing that her man was coming, smiled a blissful smile and waited for the continuation ... 02/09/98