Mirror Image

The way I chose to combat her underestimation of her own beauty was to show her, let her see through my eyes. From my point of view. Because I do have excellent taste and am a more than competent judge of that which is comely and lovely and worthy of praise and I don't like it when my opinions on issues of pulchritude are taken into question. Plus I have a mirror perfect for accomplishing the task and that it is right here in the bedroom will only further enhance the experience. I love how when I stand behind her my lips can so easily slip to her ear. Makes for easy conversation and allows me to get my point across with little chance of confusion or miscommunication and besides, I think there is a certain credibility in a whisper. Maybe it's the certainty of words breathed or that it's nearly impossible to whisper a lie. Regardless, my lips to her ear promotes an intimacy to our conversation and it's also a head start to tugging on her earlobe with my teeth and on a good day I can do both at the same time. It helps that we have our own language.

It's not just my mouth to her ear that's a press fit but the swell of my chest to the curve of her spine and the way my knees rest in the pockets behind hers and her hips are where my hands naturally fall and this fit brings about a lean of her back into me that is everything about good. And it gets better with the access, the ease of access to all that is her and it's such a short trip to wonderous places and all her delightful secrets from my hands resting on those hips. It truly is a game of inches in any direction and if you've never undressed a woman from behind you don't know how natural it feels and when you can watch it's like her clothes melt from her. Nothing drops to the floor like a dress slipped off shoulders, there is that catch at hips and then the straight drop. That's just the set up for watching her step out of it. She'll always step out to the side, never to the front or back and the way her right leg lifts first and the crook it takes is unique to any other movement she makes. I think it's in that instruction book women have that covers some of the basics of womanhood ; the one that has two methods for taking a bra off, one of which always causes you to hold your breath. Reaching the zipper at the nape of the neck is in there too and my special thanks to whomever invented that move. And that one where they take one shoe off while standing to look at the heel or a strap or something. They are all in the book, you can look em up, I think it's even illustrated. I've never seen one but I know for a fact it exists.

But when I slip the hasp and lower the straps and I stop before they're completely off her arms because I like to see her arms pinned to her body and I like to hold them there with the straps resting on the top of my hands while I whisper.."see?" ; when I do that and when I smooth an index finger down the curve that swoops in and then swells at hip and then hook them, one on each side, inside the stringy band of her panties and curl and roll them down with our eyes mirror locked, when I do that.....she starts to get it, starts to see herself as I see her and she watches my eyes take a downward cast and hers do too and I whisper another "see?" and I can see in her eyes that she is with me here and believes and I love that we are in concert especially on something as important as how beautiful she is. The mirror is old and I tell her it has stayed all silveredshiny in hopes of someday casting a reflection like hers and she smiles a smile not in any book anywhere.