You have been away for a week, but you come home a day early to surprise me.

The hour is late. You know that I will be sleeping, so you decide to go around to our bedroom doors that open up onto the patio out back. When you turn the corner at the back of our house you see that the bedroom is illuminated by what appears to be candlelight. Intrigued, you quietly move to the closed glass doors and peek through an opening between the drapes.

From where you stand you can see me. I am standing in front of a full-length mirror wearing a black satin slip. I am studying my reflection in the mirror and whilst you watch, I move my hands up to caress my shoulders and slowly slip the thin satin straps over my shoulders and down my arms. I bring the dress down to sit at my waist; my full breasts are exposed to your eyes and you watch entranced as I move my hand to one mound, cupping it gently and squeezing the hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

The sight arouses you deeply. You are spying—a voyeur—and this excites you.

I move my hand away from my breast and continue to remove my slip, over my hips, then down my legs to my ankles, where I step out of it. I am now completely naked, standing before the mirror. Suddenly you notice a movement from the corner of your eye. Startled and angry, you realize there is someone else with me in the room. Curious, you decide to stay silent and watch a little longer.

You see another woman, but do not recognize her—she is a stranger to you.

She walks up behind me, her hands coming to caress my breasts, her naked body pressed up against the back of mine. As one of her hands continues to caress my breast, her other hand moves down over my body in a slow drifting manner. It slides over the curve of my hip and comes to rest on my thigh. She is watching our reflection in the mirror. Her hand moves, parting my legs a little and her fingers brush over my labia, ever so gently. You see my body tremble with desire, and you are no different—you can feel your erection growing and straining against the fabric of your trousers.

You watch as one of her fingers slip inside of me and I lean my body back into hers in an attempt to stay standing. Her fingers are squeezing and pinching my nipple roughly, her crimson painted fingernails seem to almost dig into my flesh, leaving faint red marks upon my pale skin. She moves her finger in and out of me; our eyes are locked together in the reflection. Then she slides her fingers from my pussy and brings them up to my mouth, offering my juices to me. I sensually suck the nectar from her fingertips.

You moan silently and begin to stroke your bulging cock through your trousers as she turns me to face her, and for a moment you gasp, thinking I have seen you –then you realize I have not. You watch as our mouths meet passionately and our tongues entwine with a lustful hunger; our breasts pressed firmly up against one another.

Physically we are so different. She has dark hair compared to my fairness, and her skin coloring is olive next to my creamy white pallor. We part and she takes me by the hand and leads me over toward the bed, so you have to quietly move to the far end of the glass doors to watch through another parting of the drapes.

We are sitting on the edge of the bed kissing. She lays me down onto the bed and reclines, catlike, on her side next to me. Her soft hands slowly caress me from my shoulders down to my breasts, and her mouth descends upon my left nipple.

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