Mirror Mirror on the Wall

HER: It took weeks for her to settle into her new apartment. Time was spent finding the perfect place for her belongings, getting used to her surroundings and the change in furniture locations. Her bedroom looked quite different than the one in her old place. One of the changes was the mirrored closet doors. One night while getting ready for bed, she realized she could see herself in the reflection when she was laying on her bed. As the nights passed, she always looked in the mirror before she turned off the bedside lamp.

The mirror on her closet doors became an obsession. Her dreams always contained the mirror and as time went on, those dreams became more erotic. She found herself posing in front of her mirror in sexy lingerie, in corsets and fishnet stockings. Eventually, she began watching herself masturbate in the mirror's reflection. Leaning against the headboard on her bed, fondling her breasts, pinching, and twisting her nipples. Sometimes, she put her nipple clamps on and pulled on the chain.

As she looked in the mirror, she imagined a man, standing at the foot of her bed, as she ran her hands down her body. He watched her when her hands reached her pussy. His eyes bore into hers, while her fingers gently spread her labia and she felt her own wetness. He licked his lips as she pushed her fingers inside and pulled her juices up towards her clit. She could see the hunger in his eyes as she began to circle her hardening clit. Her breathing became labored, her fingers moved faster and pressed down. She knew she was on the edge of cumming and was feeling alternately embarrassed and turned on, knowing he was watching her. Her man in the mirror was silently spurring her on and reached for his own throbbing cock.

HIM: The job relocation was just about complete. He had found a condo close to the office and the moving company had delivered his furniture and personal belongings a week ago. He really loved his new place as it met all his requirements. It even had mirrored closet doors in the master suite. While this would not be important to most men, he was different. He liked to work out and take care of his body and always dressed impeccably. Having the large mirrors in his bedroom, held him accountable. His four-poster king-sized bed was placed on the opposite wall and he could see himself in the mirror's reflection as he lay on the bed.

Being single, he looked forward to the day when he could bring a new woman into this room and share his lifestyle with her. He imagined her wearing a corset and fishnet stockings. He could see himself tying her to the bed posts at the foot of the bed and making her watch them in the mirrored closet doors. He would fondle her breasts and pinch and twist the nipples. He would place nipple clamps on her and pull on the chain. He could see himself running his hands over her smooth body while staring into her eyes.

He would ensure that she watched him as he knelt and spread her labia with his fingers. Let her see him lick his lips as he pushed his fingers inside her and pulled her wetness out. Could she see the hunger in his eyes as he ran her juices up to her clit and began circling the hardening pebble?

He listened as her breathing became labored, his fingers moved faster and pressing down. He knew she was on the edge of cumming and was feeling alternately embarrassed and turned on, knowing he was watching her. He reached for his own throbbing cock.

HER: She woke up unusually early the next morning. It was still dark outside but there seemed to be a soft glow in her room. Rolling over onto her back, she realized the low light was coming from her closet. "How strange," she thought. "I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the closet light on." Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the looked closer at the closet doors and found herself staring at the back of a man, a very well-built man! He obviously had just come from the shower as he still had water drops on his shoulders and a towel was slung low around his waist. She watched as he pulled the towel away from his body and briskly dried himself off. As he turned around to face her, she realized this was the man from her fantasies. His hand reached forward toward her and then, he was gone! Jumping up from her bed, she rushed towards the closet doors. Her hands touched the mirrors, trying to understand what had just happened. But there was nothing there to see, other than her own bewildered reflection.

HIM: It had been an exceptionally long day and he was getting home later than usual. "These after work meetings have got to stop lasting so long," he thought to himself. "I need to get a personal life." He stopped in the kitchen to pour himself a short whiskey and then headed down the hall. He hadn't turned any lights on but there seemed to be a soft glow coming from his bedroom. As he entered the room, he realized the low light was coming from his closet. "How strange," he thought. "I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the closet light on." He looked closer at the closet and found himself staring at the back of a woman. Only wearing panties, she appeared to be getting ready for bed. He watched as she stretched her curvy body towards the sky and to the sides, apparently working out the days' kinks. She then bent over and picked up a pair of shoes from the floor. As she turned around to face him, he realized this was the woman from his fantasy. Her hand reached forward toward him and then, she was gone! He rushed towards the closet doors and touched the mirrors, trying to understand what had just happened. But there was nothing there to see, other than his own bewildered reflection.