When they moved into the house, one of the 1st things she wanted to get rid of was those tacky mirrored doors. They simply were a throw back to the 80’s in her opinion and seriously putting a cramp in her oh so chic decorating style. For the time being they would stay, but they would remain on her DEMO list.
Months passed and she finally asked him to come in with his tools to help her take them down. She’s standing in the front of the mirror; hair tied up, old t shirt, jogging pants, and tennis shoes… ready to work. He comes in and stands behind her, rest his hand on her shoulders and looks at her through the mirror.
“are you ready?”
“Yep! ready to work… Let’s do this!”
He kisses her neck…
“umm, i said I was ready”
He kisses the other side of her neck, ” I heard you”
She can feel the fire growing between her thighs and knows that at this rate they won’t get any work done… well not the kind of work that was initially planned…
His hands, roam freely under her ratty college t shirt. Massaging her breast. Squeezing her nipples. Making her breath catch. He lifts her shirt over her head, removed her bra. allowing himself full access to her bust. Pushing her slowly towards the mirrored closet doors.
The mirrored closet doors she can’t stand.
Her skin makes contact against the mirror.
COLD.
her skin is now pimpled from having her breast pressed against the glass.
his body pressed against her warms her from behind.
he removes her pants and panties in one swift movement.
eyes locked on hers through the mirror.
the mirrored closet doors she can’t stand.
She can see the lust in his eyes. The promise of sexual pleasure and fulfullment to come.
his pants hit the floor with a thud. heavy from his belt, phone, and change.
He pushes her into the mirror by her shoulders. Making her arch her back
and she can feel him as he adjust himself for entry.
eyes locked on each other he enters
she can see the lust on his face as he finds the right rhythym.
through the mirrored closet doors. they watch as they bring each other closer and closer to the edge.
they watch each other as juices slide down her thigh.
in the mirror
they watch
as they cum
together
Mirrored closet doors aren’t so bad after all 
