The dim light from the candles creates a passionate atmosphere in the room. I am mesmerized as I study each and every inch of the naked body before me. Sitting with my legs apart and knees raised, the mirror is filled with a reflection of my journey. The amber glow of candlelight accentuates a girl dressed in sun kissed skin. My eyes pour over the long toned legs—legs that had walked away from men who dared to love; and thighs powerful enough to hold a body close yet tender enough to feel the slightest touch from wandering hands. I poke the roundness of my hips remembering the feel of strong hands placed upon them earlier as they guided me to climax. My fingers trace the curvature of my breasts then cup each one, gently rubbing my nipples with my thumbs.

The face peering back at me is blushing. A natural face with no make-up to hide the freckles dancing in the candle light, cheeks covered in a light pink veil and lips full and moist. Nervously, I begin to twirl my long dark hair between my fingers. My body heat warms the lotion upon my skin, filling the air with the scent of springtime.

I feel another's hands upon me. Slender fingers snake slowly along my shoulders. As she sits behind me, her legs lock around my hips holding me close. I feel her firm breasts pressing against my back while she places sweet loving kisses along my neck. The weight of her legs upon mine forces them open even more revealing my naked pussy to the mirror before us.

Her fingers lock into mine. She places our hands upon my damp skin and skillful guides them around my body, exploring myself all over again, through her touch.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. I become unusually shy as I read her beautiful eyes—eyes that speak volumes of passion. I drop my gaze and close my eyes. When I hear her sweet thoughts whispered in my ear, I relax and allow our journey to continue.

Our hands roam my breasts, caressing them and pushing them together. As I recall the feeling of her lips upon my breasts only hours before, my nipples harden with anticipation. Slowly she slides my hands off my breasts, downward along my stomach, resting them on my thighs. Releasing her grip, she slides one finger along my wetness while raising my chin with her other hand thereby encouraging me to watch in the mirror. Her fingers part my lips and open me wide. Tenderly she runs her finger up and down my opening, lubricating the area with my juices. Her gentleness tickles a little but she is quite firm when her touch reaches my clit.

Filled with excitement I watch and feel myself getting wetter with each stroke of her fingers. Unable to stand it any longer I push her finger inside me. It slides in easily as I moan, riding on the edge of an orgasm. I try and fight the feeling... wanting this moment to last forever. As I watch her slide another finger inside me, she bites along my neck and I am overcome with desire for her. She knows the exact spot to touch and the perfect amount of pressure needed to bring me to climax. She continues to kiss me softly along my neck and shoulder until my body relaxes in her embrace.

As she moves her body away from mine, I realize just how much she was supporting me. Trying to catch my breath I lie back onto the floor. Filled with happiness I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling