Mona was happy to be alone. Her roommate Amy took a night-school class every Wednesday night, and for Mona the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Mel would come over, while Amy was gone. And Mona would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, and finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table. Anywhere to break the monotony of the bed. But this week Mel was out of town on a business conference. And all in all it was just as well with Mona. She liked being alone once in a while, and had little opportunity for it.
She took off her win and looked down at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely.
All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch hex own naked body in total privacy. She wanted to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men, crave her so much. That made Mel, for instance, groan and sob and twitch with passion from the moment he touched her bare flesh to the moment he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with jism.
So now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.
While the hot water crashed into the bathtub, she took a hand-minor and stood with it before the full-length mirror. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.
Her firm high ass-cheeks were two lovely glowing moons. Her uptilted tits were two creamy globes. She also had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones. The wide circles of her areolas were tinged a deep rose and swelled up puffily.
She stood before the mirror, admiring the curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, her firm tits, the long nipples swollen and navel. She dipped a finger playfully into her navel. Every time she touched her navel she remembered her first lover. It was a boy back in high school. Once in a hot sweat of desire he had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he loved to tongue and suck. But this time when he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck it too. He went at it so passionately that before either of them knew it he was coming, squirting warm, slimy semen all over her leg and the sheet. Not every girl can make a man come with only her bellybutton.
She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her thighs.
She planted her feet widely apart, bending her knees slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. The mirror magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the pink-lipped slash of her cunt. The folds of her pussy were dewy and moist, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red inner cuntmeat they protected. Her clitoris was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.
Mona inserted one finger slowly between the lips of her cunt. She parted her pussy-lips, sliding her finger all the way into the warm, greasy depths of her sensitive channel. Her knees trembling she rotated her finger. She rapidly rubbed her cunt until it swelled and pulsed.
"Ohhnnnnn!" she gasped.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be finger-fucking and watching it at the same time. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight.
Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers fully into it, but her other hand shook so badly that she could hardly hold the hand-mirror in place.
Hastily she placed the mirror flat on the floor and squatted over it. Digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, she shivered uncontrollably. Her long nipples were tight and erect. Oh, God, I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it!
"Ahhnnn… anngghh…"
Her whole body was flushed with hot tremors. Her mind reeled. She could make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her eyelids open.
At first she didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that pound through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. She gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Shit!" she shouted.
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, Mona snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again, and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier.
"GODDAMN IT!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor sad headed for the front door. She was halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still naked. She grabbed her robe, slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breath and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Steve there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Steve would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation.
"Only me?" he said. "Can I come in?"