Reflected.
Tuesday December 30, 2008
She walked up to herself later and smiled. I saw you take that photo of me in the window, she said.
I like that bikini, she said.
I know, she said, and she put one hand on her hip, her thumb slipping under her waistband.
I think it looks good on you, she said, and she reached up to tug at one of the triangles covering her breasts, unbunching the fabric, lingering to brush against her nipple.
Mmm, she said, I know, and she slid her hand along, her thumb still under the waistband, her fingers between her thighs now, curling up and in.
Oh, she said, oh, and she leaned over a little and kissed herself, laying her cheek against her shoulder. I wanted you to make me come the moment I saw you in the glass, she says.
I know, she said. Oh, oh yes, I know.