Reflecting Elsewhere 750 Words

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Jeanne sat at her dressing table brushing her hair while gazing out the bedroom window. She sighed. Pushing forty and without a man for the last four years. Not that she was bad looking but with two teenage children, a big mortgage and a job going nowhere she wasn't what most men were looking for. Her body was no longer beach-ready, more mom-bod with a bit of a belly, dimply thighs and gray strands coming through. But she had a nice face and, in a dim light, looked reasonable.

She sighed again and looked in the mirror. She dropped her hairbrush and stifled a shriek. Her reflection had vanished and the glass showed an empty bedroom. Jeanne looked around in consternation. Was this a dream? Had she become a vampire in the last few minutes? Suspecting some kind of prank she leaned forwards and breathed on the glass. Her breath condensed in the normal way. She rapped on the surface and it felt and sounded like any ordinary mirror. As she shook her head, in the reflection she saw her bedroom door opening wide but a glance at the real door proved it remained firmly closed.

Jeanne turned her gaze back to the mirror. Two people entered her reflected bedroom. One was herself in her favorite sky-blue cotton dress and with her hair down. The other was Misha, a barista at the local deli she had a secret crush on for ages. He was tall and lean; played acoustic guitar at local venues. He wore a black shirt and pants. She watched as they stood by the bed and Misha took the other her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. An instant later, she responded with passion. As they kissed she saw Misha's hands unbutton the top three buttons on her dress and saw it slipping down her arms until it was only held up by the swell of her breasts. A gentle tug and it slid down her body until it pooled around her ankles. She wore only her sexiest white bra and thong.

"Slut," she murmured with a gentle smile at her reflection. She hadn't appreciated that she could look so sexy.

A gentle push from Misha, or maybe she pulled him down, and there they were on her bed. A quick pause in their kissing as Misha unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them away. He unrolled a rubber. Meanwhile Jeanne watched as she pulled away her bra and panties. Then the pair were at it again, kissing as he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stuck out like bullets. She stared open-mouthed as they caressed and explored each other's bodies. He didn't seem bothered about her ageing body. Misha kissed her again and again then his mouth moved down, kissing the hollow of her neck, down between the swell of her heaving breasts, down over her curved belly until his face was buried between her legs.

Jeanne winced at what she saw and wished that she had shaved down there but her full bush didn't seem to bother Misha as he licked and kissed her folds until his tongue penetrated her labia. She watched as her other self squirmed and writhed in ecstasy. Misha took his face away, moved up her body, took his weight on his elbows and lowered himself down. His rock hard cock speared her and she watched her other self grip the bed sheet, raise her legs and buck with sheer joy. She flung her arms around his shoulders clinging on for dear life. Her other self looked so happy, overjoyed as they made burning, passionate love.

Jeanne grabbed a tissue, wiped away a tear and looked away from the glass. Such a difference contrasted with her loveless life. Her reflection seemed so happy, the real her so unhappy. She looked back into the mirror but this time the scene that met her gaze was of her own neat, empty bedroom and a sad-faced woman pushing forty with a doleful face and a tear in her eye. No, this was no good. Had she been offered a glimpse of the future? If that was the case she thought perhaps she should find out. Shaking her head at her folly she stood and shrugged off her bathrobe and a few minutes later she was slipping into her blue cotton dress and heading out to grab a latte from Misha at the deli...