Mirror Image

Mirror Image

The room had two mirrors.
One reflected what the other saw.
He was in the bath
I, was awake in bed.
His hand stroked his cock
Slowly, sensually, softly
Using my lotion for lubrication.
As he talked.

See sweetness, how you make me feel?
How hard I am just thinking of you?
His hand softly squeezed and pulled,
His cock grew harder and larger.
The color now a rich royal purple.

He groaned. I reached and found myself wet.
I longed to take him inside me,
But this was clearly a private moment.
My hands sought their own enjoyment.

What should I do with this my love?
I heard him whisper.
He stroked faster,
if you were awake would you want me?
Like I want you?

His hand moved quicker and quicker.
I can see your moisture,
Feel your heat. Can you feel mine? He asked.

Softly I answered,
Yes should I come to you?
Or will you come to me?

The door slammed shut.
I was afraid. I had ruined everything.
I closed my eyes, felt tears trickle down my cheeks.

Then a tongue licked them off
As a hot hard cock found its home