Self Check Up

There I was, standing in a black tank top, and tan slacks. At the angle I was at I got a good view of just how much... 'ahead of myself' I was. I looked at the reflection and tossed my shirt away and squared off with the mirror.

I eyed my reflection a moment, shifting my weight and angle to get a better look at me. I wondered if Jake would like me better without the uniform shirt. For some reason I flashed back to his earlier line 'got legs finer den a good brandy,' and questioned how he knew. My pants were a little tight, but I never wore skirts or shorts near him. The real goods where always covered up.

I started unbuckling my pants, and slowly pulled them off my body as I imagined that he had a spy camera and was watching. I tossed my pants on the bed and looked at my plane black panties. Not exactly a great show. I shrugged and pulled off my tank top and added it to the pile, leaving me in my plane cream bra.

I eyed up my body, checking the size of my breasts and ass. I really wasn't that bad looking despite the lack of sexy undies at the moment. I was far from a bomb shell, but uglier girls than me were already popping out kids.

I started trying out various poses, trying to look sexy. I looked myself in the eyes, and half muttered "Slut." It was odd, seeing myself call me that, but I couldn't deny the flutter of eroticism it gave me. There was something sexy about it. I pulled the cups of my bra down, revealing my nipples to the cold air of my apartment. "You dirty little cock tease..." I told myself, even as I gave them a giggle. I shook my head at this and walked over to my dresser, taking the bra off as I did. I took out the only vibrator I owned, and flopped down on the bed with it.

I started by lavishing the toy with my tongue as I started massaging my pussy, through my panties, with my fingers.