MIRROR IMAGE by Miss Petite

I truly discovered how wonderfully free masturbation can be, through 
my girlfriend. This discovery has only enhanced my relationship with 
my boyfriend.  

My girlfriend and I love to talk about sexuality...our own...each 
others...people we know.  You get the picture. Recently, she seemed 
obsessed with discussions of masturbation. I admit I wasn't real 
participatory in these talks at first as I harbored some inhibitions 
about the subject. I honestly only beagan masturbating at 19, and even 
then only in quiet hidden moments alone in the dark. 

My friend LOVES to masturbate in front of a full length mirror, and 
she described to me in detail the thrill of exploring herself, body 
oiled, completely naked on the lush carpet in front of a full length 
bathroom closet mirror. 

That night, hot with her naked masturbating image on my mind, I 
escaped to that very bathroom and stripped myself naked. I watched as 
I slowly exposed my small firm tits. 

I teased my nipples, as I watched myself for the very first time. I 
dropped my pants slowly to the floor, removing my panties so I could 
capture a glimpse of my bare dancer's ass. I've certainly seen myself 
nude before, but never lusted for myself as I did that evening. 

I ended up sitting spread eagle in front of that mirror, practicing 
the very techniques my friend had so slyly taught me. With my naked 
flesh in front of me, and the fantasy of her on my mind, I brought 
myself to a shuddering crescendo. I felt so nasty, and yet, so free, 
so alive. 
       
Later that night I confessed to my friend the self pleasure I 
had engaged in.  I had masturbated there in her very house, in her 
very room, in front of the very same mirror. She seemed pleased and 
excited. 

As I descibed the joy I had felt, and confessed of her own image on my 
mind, we made our way to the mirror together. Here we would strip 
ourselves naked together. Her body was beautiful, tall and breasty in 
contrast to my petite, dancer's frame. 

The moment was exciting beyond compare, watching ourselves as we 
watched each other. As I neared a second climactic peak, she stood 
behind me and gently carressed my tits, teasing my nipples as I 
squealed with delight. She urged me on, in breathy whispers, as I 
massaged my swelling clit between two fingers, slowly at first, then 
frantically. I inserted one, then two, and finally three fingers as 
she tempted me onward. I even tasted my own sweet honey juices for the 
first time. 

Now again spread eagle on the carpet, my sex spread open for both of 
us to see, she stood behind me, her own parted thighs above my head as 
she finger fucked herself with delight. Her free hand explored her 
heaving breasts, her erect, taught nipples, her perspiring neck, and 
pouting lips. 

We came to an uninhibited oragsm, nearly together, as we watched each 
others pleasure before our eyes. We even kissed, open mouthed as we 
recovered from our overheated exhaustion. 

Now masturbation is an art form for me...an epic journey that I wish 
to conquer again and again. Even now, I am clad only in panties in 
front of my screen, trying desperately to type, and self-love at the 
same time.

xoxox - Miss Petite