Black is sexy

Jane swears lingerie is her only real weapon in bed. With a body like hers she doesn’t need anything else. She slips into a sheer black set, thin straps, lace cups, the panties riding low on her hips. Nothing else touches her skin. She stands before the mirror, fingers tracing the edges of the fabric, watching the way the silk clings. Heat builds quickly. She eases the panties aside, fingers sliding between her thighs, slow at first, then firmer. Her breath shortens. She knows exactly what she likes, how much pressure, the exact angle. The lace stays on; she won’t pull it off. Her other hand cups a breast through the bra, thumb brushing the nipple. Every movement stays precise. She watches herself the whole time, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted. The mirror reflects back every small reaction, every flicker of pleasure that crosses her face. It builds in waves, sharp then soft, until her legs shake and her fingers slow. When she comes, it is quiet, focused, all for her.