I am standing at the full length mirror getting ready to go out with you. I have just finished my hair and make-up but still have not put on that brand new black short sleeve swing dress that shows of my newly tanned and equally black-covered furry forearms. I have on my black bra and panties and am planning on surprising you later with my black thigh highs and garters.

I look at myself as I let my hand travel from the swell of my breasts and the endings of my love-nest pits over my voluptuous breasts and delve into the cup of my bra. I feel my nipples harden in anticipation of some play time. Slowly I draw my hand out of my bra and travel both hands over my fuzzy belly. I see in the mirror the wet spot that develops every time I think of you. I let my hand travel over only the outside of my panties so I can feel the dampness that has penetrated my thicket of pussy hair. I bring my hand to my nose so I can smell my essence and smell what you smell when you tongue me so well. MMMMM it smells faintly of the raspberry soap and body spray I just used in the shower but there is definitely the essence of sex. I am beginning to wonder if I am going to be able to wait until after our evening out to take you. I shudder with the thought of your tongue taking the path my fingers just did and I hug myself tightly.

At just that moment you walk into the room to see what is taking me so long. You see me hugging myself and stop mid-sentence to come embrace me from behind. Your glance meets mine in the mirror.

"Are you ok?" you whisper in my ear. I shudder again this time making my ass grind against your crotch.

"I am fine," I say as I glance down in the mirror and notice the wet spot getting even bigger and darker in my panties. Your gaze in the mirror follows mine as you realize not only what I am looking at but my attire as well. As a smile dances across your lips, you drop to your knees behind me. You undo the garters and kiss the back of my thighs as your hand travels up my inner thigh until you grab a handful of wet panty and pubic hairs. I flinch not because of the sudden pain but because of the anticipation of you feeling how wet I really am.

"Have you been playing instead of getting ready?" you ask.

"Yes I have," I say with a grin.

You tug on the pussy hairs in your grasp and say, "Well now its my turn." and rip the panties away.

You make (as if its a hardship) me watch you in the mirror as you extend your tongue to lick the dew of my outer hairs and than delve in full force from behind. Your hand is on my ass slapping it to make me jump even more on your tongue. After an orgasm washes over your tongue you stand and come around in front of me.

"My turn" you say as you turn towards the mirror and my arms come around you and start unbuttoning your shirt. As my hands find your thick matting of chest curls and you grab my wrists to push my desperately-waiting-to-be-fucked-by-you forearms toward your groin, I know we will never make our reservations in time but oh what a delicious time we are going to have in front of this mirror instead....