The Other Side of the Mirror Pt. 03

Part 3 - Emma
Emma Wheeler had come to Selsdon Battersely in search of Alice Compton, had been shocked to read of her disappearance in the newspapers, had wanted to do something. She had known Alice since a young girl, not that she had lived in Selsdon Battersely herself: it had been a holiday friendship. Their parents had got to know each other when on holiday and going to the same place had met again and again. She had even stayed with Alice in Selsdon Battersely. The two girls had played together and developed a warm friendship. They had walked miles together. Emma liked to walk.
A shock to hear of the disappearance and she had come to stay, not with Alice's father, and had lodged at Simon's house where his parents ran a B her head whipped around to look behind Beylikdüzü Escort her but there was nothing, nobody there; she felt the hair to the back of her neck rising and prickling - a primaeval instinctive physical reaction as she willed herself to stay calm; the figure behind her, or rather not behind her at all but in front of her in the mirror, was male, obviously male, not Alice at all.
The figure was tall with dark hair, black curly hair, and a beard to match, completely naked and clearly completely unembarrassed by the contrast with her. He took a step towards her and Emma swallowed, she had not really expected to find herself reacting in quite the way she was. The man seemed to exude sexuality, her eyes could not help but flick Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan over his body, could not help being drawn to his undoubtedly handsome face, to his full lips and, the closer he came the more she could see, his blue, blue eyes.
Woman are not naturally hairless across their bodies, legs need shaving, wax may need to be applied or hairs plucked. The idea of the hairless woman is unreal, without intervention the hair is all there though often fine. Women have moustaches, women have hair to their arms and legs, it is just often very fine. It is an unreal contrast with men, though even they, vary in their hairiness. This man, though, it seemed to Emma exuded masculinity and the hairiness, the dark, curly hairiness of his body, seemed Esenyurt Escort to make it the more so.
And then, after all the visible musculature, the hair and the height of the man there was his penis. Emma would have scoffed at the idea of penis envy, would have been the first to make some disparaging remark about men thinking with their 'pricks,' would never have thought of a penis, an erect penis, as 'magnificent' or 'proud' and certainly would have been disparaging about the importance of size, yet, yet... Her eyes were drawn to the man's large and upright organ. It was just so rigid, so fine, with the most pleasing curve to its shaft.
She could not help it, she felt her body reacting, her sex tingling and becoming wet, her nipples within the soft cups of her brassiere rising. Again, she swallowed as the man, now feet from her, casually dropped his hand to his penis and drew back his foreskin, fully revealing the smooth lilac purple of his knob, so rounded, so sexual, so very much shaped to penetrate a woman, so very much there in front of her.