In the mirror, I watched one of my hands make a slow, purposeful trip up my stomach and brush against my left nipple. The sensation rolled down my spine. I circled my nipple with a single finger. Then the other hand joined, giving equal attention to the other nipple. It had been a while since I had last pleasured myself, but I could sense the foundation of an orgasm being laid by my gentle self-caresses. I took my breasts in my hands and squeezed them, rolling my hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I put my foot back on the floor and slowly pulled the tee shirt off, stopping with my arms bent over my head to admire my firm, round breasts, and long dark nipples.

I wanted someone to be licking them, sucking them, but I could only look at them in the mirror, seeing myself as a lover would see me, ready, which added to my excitement. I tossed the shirt to the floor and began to caress my breasts again, this time more robustly, pinching and twisting my nipples. I could feel another orgasm cresting. The wetness in my panties was becoming uncomfortable, so I removed them as well, quite matter-of-factly. I lifted my foot once again onto the counter. This was my first glimpse of my pussy, smoothly shaven only the day before. I touched the very tip of my clitoris, alight with excitement, and slowly spread my swollen labia. My fingers felt a crumb cooler on my pussy than on my breasts, the chill added voluminously to my titillation. My orgasm was almost at hand, needing only a small jolt to arrive. I placed my forefinger upon my clit rubbed back and forth slowly. I felt the rush again, the quiver from within; I bent forward to get a better look at my pussy, watching myself cum, watching the trickle of opaque white liquid run down toward my ass.

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