The Mirror

The Mirror - part I

The mirror was beautiful with its gold tinted wooden frame, carved out in a intricate pattern of swirls. Light foxing had clouded the corners of the mirror glass but in the middle the reflection was flawless. The moment I had seen the old mirror in the antique shop, I had known that it would be the perfect addition to my bedroom and make an interesting contrast to the otherwise modern decor of my new apartment.

I had spent part of my Saturday trying my luck with the spirit level, drill hammer and raw plugs before successfully installing the hooks, and now the mirror hung on the wall beside my dresser, across from my bed. I was very pleased with how it looked. I was also very pleased with finally having a full sized mirror and being able to view my outfit in its entirety. Tonight was the first time in a long while I was going out, and several dresses were already lying on my bed, tried on only to be discarded in favor of something in another cut or colour. The dress I was currently wearing was a slinky cocktail dress, short with a boat-neck and a open waterfall back. The fabric was light and shimmery, and the skirt billowed around my thighs when I gave a little spin and in one fluid motion continued in a drop to take a sip from the can of hard seltzer, I kept on the floor. Raspberry and rhubarb, my favourite. With the can in my hand, I swayed in front of the mirror to the slow and sultry beat of the song that was playing on my speakers. I was already beginning to feel a bit tipsy with a light tingle running through my body. I let my eyes roam over my reflection in the mirror. Yes, this was the dress! It was perfect for the occasion. Elegant and classy but still hugging my body in all the right places, showing off my assets and hiding the less favorable parts.

I took another sip from the can and let my mind conjure up different scenarios of what could happen at the club tonight. Nights out with my best friend, Emily, were always spontaneous and crazy but one thing would be certain: We would dance all night and hopefully we would also find a couple of sexy guys to dance with.

With perfect timing to fit my budding fantasy, the song from my speakers changed into a latin pop song, and the beat carried my body into a bachata, gently swaying my hips on the side steps before exaggerating the movement on the four beat. While the music guided my body's movements, I let the scene play out in my imagination. I would be on the dance floor with Emily when I would spot him by the bar and our eyes would meet across the room. In the real world, in my bedroom, my eyes met my own in the mirror and I saw myself the way the man in my fantasy would see me. I sent my reflection a coy smile but in my fantasy it was meant for him. He wouldn't smile back, not at first, but the smile would twinkle in the corner of his eye. Still swaying to the music and holding my own gaze in the mirror, I let my index finger gently run along my bottom lip before catching the tip between my teeth. I would cast down my eyes before looking up at him again, meeting his gaze and silently encouraging him to approach. He would — of course, it was my fantasy after all — and he would extend his hand to me, inviting me to dance with him.

I continued to sway in front of the mirror, raising my arms over my head, doing a slow body roll. In my fantasy our dancing would be hesitant at first, until we got the feel of each other's rhythm. Then we would move closer together, moving in sync to the beat. I knew the actual dance floor would probably be too small and crowded for dips but in my imagination we had all the room, we needed — which, honestly, for the most part wouldn't be much, pressed as close together as we would be. I closed my eyes and a quick succession of images and sensations floded my mind: His eyes, dark with desire, reflecting the colours of the flashing party lights as they light up his face in first lime then magenta. His hands resting on my hips, sliding over my belly to pull me close to him, so tight that I could feel the planes of his body against my back. Me, grinding my ass against him and feeling his hard bulge rub against my ass. I felt the surge of arousal in my abdomen as the blood rushed to my crotch.