  aw... thank you, belle. you've again changed the focus of the night for me. from imagined prostitutes to the real deal. (how much does the following service cost, and where can i sign up? ) He: (setting the dresser mirror on the floor) "I want to watch you watching yourself masturbate. " Well, this makes a change.
Ask and ye shall receive. "What with? " "Your hands first. Then a vibe. " "And then you...? " "No, I just want to watch.
" He provided a chair and I sat. Wriggled out of my knickers and drew the skirt of my dress around my hips. There it all was, on display, as I'd rarely seen. Yes, I usually do a spot check after waxing and before going out, but this was different. And hand mirrors feature strongly in both work and sex at home, but this was just me, alone, inviolate. Belle from a fly on the wall.
And being the self-obsessed creature I am, I was possibly as fascinated as he. I watched my lips grow fuller, redder, wetter. Much darker than I imagined, almost purple, as I've seen the head of a penis do so many times. The aperture itself widened and gasped. I could hear its gentle smacks like a mouth opening and closing as my hand rubbed faster and my hips moved less gently. The effect was of watching myself on television.
I suppose it must have been for him as well - he paid far more attention to the reflection than to me in the chair. I wondered why bother with the expense of paying someone to masturbate when there was no interaction, then realised. He wanted to be the director. But as I approached the point of no return I would slow down and readjust my position - ostensibly to give him a better look or varied position, but really to keep myself from coming. It was remarkably difficult to keep from setting off the hair-trigger for most of the hour. He sat on a bed, then knelt on the ground, coming closer and closer to the mirror, occasionally making requests regarding the speed and action of the vibe or the location of my free hand - but didn't touch.
When he came, it hit the glass, sliding thickly over my reflected image onto the carpet. // posted by belle @ 6:17 AM 
