Ugh, what an awful day. Family, friends, colleagues, customers – you name it, they’d treated me like crap, and in this heat too. I dumped my bag and dropped onto my bed. I needed some stress relief, and one fantasy never failed to help. “Mirror mirror on the wall, show me the hot girl across the hall” I quipped, grinning to myself as I lay back.
No sooner had my head hit the pillow than I jumped right back up straight. Convinced I must be dreaming, but unwilling to test it in case I woke up, I sat transfixed at my mirror. The image no longer reflected my untidy bedroom, and instead held a picture of the very fantasy I was preparing to indulge in. My gorgeous neighbour, slowly stripping off from the heat.
I couldn’t help but get excited at the view; real or not I was definitely going to enjoy this to it’s full. From frequent meetings in the hall I was familiar with her work uniform – tight pencil skirt and blouse – so I knew that her legs & figure were fantastic, but that was only the beginning.
First she unbuttoned the blouse, the thin material clinging to her bronze skin, draping loosely around a jade green lace bra. Her breasts were as shapely as I had imagined. I was hoping for a better view, but first she slid the skirt down her legs. A matching purple thong nestled delicately between her small, round ass – I couldn’t help but begin to touch myself.
Almost as if putting on a deliberate show just for me, she shrugged off the bra as she made herself comfortable on her bed; fingers teasing one of her plump breasts, her other hand draped across her panties. I was practically drooling imagining my lips wrapped around her gorgeous nipples, her very real moans encouraging me on.
Stripping out of my own clothes to play with myself ever more eagerly, I began to moan along with her. I edged as her fingers slid under the lace of her panties, imagining sucking her sweet flavour from her fingers before seeking more from the source.
My imagination took over entirely as I lay back, hearing her moan and fantasizing it was from riding my face. I came at the same time she did, and drifted into peaceful sleep.
Next morning I woke up extremely horny once again, images of the beauty from my dream floating through my head. The more I thought about it, the more I started to wonder… “Mirror mirror on the wall, show me the beauty across the hall” I tested.
Immediately the mirror changed, providing me a direct portal to her perfect body just as she stepped under the shower. I gazed at the water, jealous of the way it cascaded down her perky breasts, drawing me ever lower to her perfectly manicured pussy. It seemed that the previous night was no more fully satisfying for her than for me, and we both began stroking and teasing ourselves once again.
She finished and I didn’t, continuing to edge and watch her as she dried and showered. The voyeuristic thrill definitely added to my enjoyment, but I was in for a further surprise. After drying and selecting a bra, she opened what appeared to be a jewelry box, but instead of earrings she selected a large glass plug. I came hard as she slid it into her beautiful rear, the mirror letting me watch just long enough longer to see her finish dressing without panties.
This was definitely a show Ì was eager to watch some more. And who knows, maybe this voyeur’s portal might help me get something more than just watching in the future…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/77rywu/magic_mirror_afshortvoyeur