She stood before the mirror thinking what a wonderful thing “imagination” was. 
Imagination leads to perfect encounters.
Every detail and thought perfectly controlled.
As she glanced at her figure in the mirror her imagination started.
What would HE think seeing her like this?
Her push up bra propping up her perky breasts.
The thong leaving her ass completely exposed.
The spiked heels acting as a pedestal elevating her for all to see.
Her bodied tingled with that familiar feeling.
She watched her own reflection as her hands moved to her breasts.
Cupping them, caressing them.
Her hands continued exploring as she gazed into her own eyes in the mirror.
She smiled that coy smile, her head cocked to one side and that little gleam in her eyes giving it all away.
Oh yeah, she knew what that look did.
It got her what she wanted each and every time.
As if trapped by her own spell, her hands moved slowly and lightly away from her breasts.
Down, down so slowly, leaving a tingling sensation trailing down to her stomach, her waist,
inward but stopping short of that magic spot.
She leaned forward continuing to trace her fingers along the outside of her thighs, then in and slowly back up the insides.
She glanced down at her reflection watching her hands move.
Then looking back up at her own breasts, wishing HE were there to see just how perfect she was.
She ‘was’ perfect, in every way.
She had always sought HIS approval.
Then she closed her eyes and let her imagination continue.
She imagined HIM there watching her every move.
Watching her fingers explore. Watching as she reached that special spot.
Hearing herself gasp quietly as one and then two fingers moved in slow caressing circles across the surface of the thong.
She kept her eyes closed continuing to let her imagination run wild,
Imagining HIS presence there behind her,
giving HIM the perfect view of her ass from behind and her breasts and face in the reflection of the mirror.
She imagined HIS hard cock quivering within inches of her ass.
She moved her fingers inside her thong as she imagined HIS presence right there, right now, watching.
Her eyes remained closes and she gasped as her fingers slid over that familiar wet spot.
Her legs weakened slightly and she leaned forward using the dresser for support.
Then her imagination played a trick on her.
Did she feel something brush against her ass when she leaned forward?
She was about to open her eyes but didn’t.
If this were her imagination then she did not want to ruin it.
Let it go she thought, let it work its magic.
She pushed her ass back and again felt something, only this time it did not go away.
Her heart began racing wildly and she held her eyes shut as tightly as she could.
This was better than anything she had imagined before.
She pushed her fingers inside and felt a moan move from her fingers up through her body and escaping from her lips.
She was imaging a huge cock lightly sliding up and down the crevice of her ass, each stroke a little longer than the last.
Her fingers continued working their magic as she spread her legs slightly and pushed back.
God…  was this real or was she getting really good at imagining her fantasy.
It felt so real, it felt so hot.
The imaginary cock slid down once more, down until the tip of it moved between her legs.
God, this is amazing, is it real, is HE really there?
As long as she could remember she had always sought to please HIM in every manner but fear of disaproval prevented her offering her body to HIM.
She wanted to open her eyes but didn’t dare.
She was too close, way too close, real or imaginary she knew this was going to be good!!
She continued moving the fingers from one hand quickly and used her other hand to slide the tiny piece of fabric to on side.
She bent her knees slightly and gasped as she imagined HIM penetrating her, or was HE really penetrating her.
Was HE really sliding into her?
God she thought, this has to be real, no ones imagination is this good.
She had imagined being caught in front of her mirror before and it had always turned her on.
But she had always closed her bedroom door until now.
Tonight the house was empty so she left it open.
Her heart raced as her mind slipped slowly from fantasy to reality.
Now she was completely full now, she used both hands to lean against the dresser and pushed herself down onto HIM.
HE pushed back, not withdrawing at all.
She gasped as HE pushed up hard enough to cause her feet to leave the floor.
She held onto to the dresser as HE began bouncing her up and down ever so slightly, HIS cock the only thing supporting her.
Slowly at first, bouncing, bouncing…
She moaned and squeezed HIS cock hard inside herself.
Quicker, bouncing, bouncing…
Longer quicker strokes, bouncing, bouncing…
She wanted to open her eyes and looked but didn’t.
This was too good to let go now, can’t spoil this, just too close…
Faster, bouncing, bouncing…
Gasping, moaning, closer and closer to that blissful moment.
Then it started, that familiar wave, but this time it was huge and getting bigger.
Just as she was about to release herself she heard three whispered words… “Open your eyes”
She did.
She looked at HIS reflection in the mirror.
It was HIM, HE was right there.
Her eyes went wide as she wailed in absolute bliss, cumming harder and longer than she had ever cum before…