Still garbed in a silky white robe, she's gazing melancholically in the mirror. Her hair is swept to the side as she trails a finger down the column of her neck.
So lost she is in her own world that she doesn't realize she's no longer alone in the room.
Like feathers, her fingers glide softly over her soft skin, the gesture unusually sensual.
I stop, my feet firmly planted in the middle of the room as I can only stare at the vision before me.
Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, lingering over her upper lip. Her eyes snap closed as a small sigh escapes her lips.
I swallow. Hard.
I can't help the way my eyes are drawn to the expanse of skin available for my perusal. And as I continue watching her, I note that my breathing is now emulating hers.
She inhales. I inhale. She exhales. I exhale.
There's only silence besides our joint breaths, the sound of a heart hammering in a chest almost deafening—not mine, it could never be mine.
Her fingers move, tracing the corded muscles of her neck, down to her clavicle.
Without even realizing, my feet carry me forward until I'm behind her, the mirror reflecting every single gesture she makes.
The tips of her fingers rest on the swell of her breasts, emphasized even more by the low cut gown she's wearing.
My eyes dip to the tantalizing sight, following her fingers as they continue to move gracefully down her front.
I feel my own pulse building to a painful crescendo as I continue to lose myself in visions of velvet skin and soft caresses.
"Done shamelessly staring?" she asks impudently, her eyes wide open. She's gazing at me through the mirror, a brow raised as she waits for me to reply.
My mouth opens and closes in an unspoken answer, words failing me as I become aware of my own mindless state. So caught off guard I'd been by her words that I can only stare at her flabbergasted.
The shock quickly wears off, however, soon to be replaced with anger.
Pure, insidious anger as I realize how mesmerized I'd been by the barest hint of skin—by her skin.
Mentally cursing myself, I quickly get myself together, strengthening my back and throwing her a cold look.
"I was waiting for you to find your shame," I retort on a snort. "Where are your clothes? You should have been downstairs five minutes ago."
Slowly, she turns. Crossing her arms over her chest, it's to bring her tits forward, her generous swell becoming more prominent and making my eyes inadvertently drop to them.