It was one of those spring days that are just perfect. She sat on a bench by the pond watching the ducks swimming in the water. A soft breeze gently lifted her shoulder length hair from time to time. Soft scents from flowers blooming filled the air. Nearby was a quaint little shopping area. People were milling about, so she decided to do a little browsing....
She wandered into an antique shop and began to look around. There were some beautiful old things and some junk mixed in as well. She touched a lot of the items feeling their history in her hands. For some reason she was drawn to the back corner of the store. There, hidden among some furniture, was a mirror. It was exquisite. Large and ornate it just stood in its' frame propped up against the wall. She peered around to see if anyone was nearby to tell her about the mirror. There was no one! She reached out to run a hand gently down the frame.
She felt a strange jolt! Suddenly, in the mirror, a man began to appear. It was almost as if he were an apparition. He was handsome in appearance, in fact, she felt as though she had known him before. She just stared at him for the longest time. He beckoned to her with his eyes. They were inviting and tawny in color. They had a light about them, somewhat worldly. Mesmerizing would be a good way to describe them. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt myself falling into a trance.
When she opened her eyes, all her senses went on alert. She could feel every pore in her skin. Her face immediately began to blush with excitement and anticipation. She knew just what he wanted from her even though he didn't utter a word! Did she know him before? Possibly.
She felt as though she knew him intimately as well. He smiled at her with sure intention. "Hello, Leigh," he whispered to her as he lifted his hand to caress her cheek. Stunned was how she felt. How did he know her name? He spoke in a deep voice that vibrated right through her body. She felt a strange sensation, almost as if she were flying. He held his hand out to her. The next thing she knew was stepping into the mirror.
She looked around and realized they were no longer in the store. Somehow they had been transported into his world, a meadow field. The mirror was still there. There it was, propped up against a lone tree and they were still in front of it. She felt decadent! Outdoors, with the wind blowing softly around, she knew she was going to have sex with this man. The atmosphere was almost ethereal. She felt free to let herself go and take what she wanted. She wanted him! She wanted him buried so deep inside her pussy that she wouldn't be able to tell where they separated.