Chapter #5Mirror striptease by: yupp   Ian stood in front of the full-length mirror in Whitney's room staring lustily at his reflection. He still couldn't quite believe the reflection he was seeing in the mirror! Staring back at him was Whitney's body, currently HIS body, cupping her breasts with a less than innocent expression. Ian began to undress as he watched the Whitney reflection do the same. Ian could feel his body starting to grow warm as he fully removed the pink and white top Whitney had been wearing. He brought his hands once again up to the frilly lace bra covering the large breasts attached to his chest and cupped the mounds, feeling their weight in his hands. Getting more excited, he moved his hands down, feeling Whitney's smooth, taut stomach and flipped his thumbs under the waistband of the matching white shorts. Slowly, Ian lowered the shorts down between his thighs, relishing the feeling of the material as it slid. He could feel Whitney's body growing even warmer. Standing back up, he looked in the mirror once again. Whitney's body was now clad in only the white lace bra and a pink lace embroidered thong. "Man, Whitney really loves her pink" he chuckled, as he moved his hands around to his butt and cupped Whitney's ass cheeks. He smiled and let out a small moan as played with the lace thong, pulling on the elastic wedged in between his ass cheeks and letting it snap back snugly between them. His reflection now matched the way his body felt, Whitney's face was flushed and Ian could feel his body was hot and aroused by this point. He struck a few sexy poses in Whitney's underwear before fumbling to remove her bra. A minute later, Ian was staring at a reflection of Whitney in nothing but her thong. He brought his hands up once again to the globes of flesh attached to his chest and began to play with them, pinching and twisting the nipples, moaning with pleasure as he watched his reflection doing the same. Ian felt an intense heat coming from his crotch and felt it was time for the next step. Spinning around, he watched his reflection drop the lace thong between his legs, marveling at Whitney's tight ass in the process.
Turning back to face the mirror, Ian concentrated on the mound and lips where his manhood would have been on his own body. Moving his hands to the edge of Whitney's pussy, Ian felt a shock run through his body and he whimpered. Whitney's body was so horny by this point Ian could hold back no longer, he moved his fingers into his inviting vagina and felt instant and intense pleasure as he explored. Having never fingered a girl in his life, Ian wasn't very graceful with his exploration. Mainly going off of how Whitney's body was responding to the pleasure, he eventually found her clitoris and almost passed out from the intense pleasure it sent through his body. Ian had retreated to Whitney's bed by this point and he was coming very close to climaxing in the beautiful body he was currently inhabiting. Ian let out a cry of pure ecstasy as he reached climax, arching his back and grinding the air as each wave of pleasure rode through his body.
Afterwards, Ian lay on Whitney's bed in a daze. Basking in the afterglow of the orgasm he had just experienced. His first orgasm in a female body, but definitely not his last. Ian smiled evilly as he rose from his bliss and walked over to Whitney's closet. He loved the feeling of his hips swaying as he walked several feet to the closet doors and opened them. He grabbed a loose-fitting t-shirt and slipped it over his head. Despite the loose fit Whitney's breasts were still clearly defined through the cotton fabric, the nipples still hard from the body's recent state of arousal. Ian groped his stolen flesh as he sauntered over to Whitney's bureau and opened each drawer until he found her underwear drawer. He selected a pure white thong from among the many undergarments and slid the skimpy material up between his thighs. Pulling it snug against his crotch and wedging the material between his ass cheeks, he made his way back over to the bed and lay on his back. He smiled and thought about what his plans were for the next day. With his hands lightly groping his stolen flesh, he faded into sleep.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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