The Lovers

The mirrors showed lesbians.

Women intertwined on silk sheets, making love. Intimate sapphic embraces. Tongues encircling nipples, lapping sweat off thighs, gliding between labia, tracing circles around clits. Lips kissing lips, breasts, bellies, pussies. Hands gliding over silken skin, teasing and caressing and fondling.

Bonnie felt it first.

A tongue. A warm, wet, soft, invisible tongue. Lapping at the secret spot between her legs. When she looked down, there was nothing there.

But someone was definitely licking her pussy.

She gasped at the sudden thrill of pleasure. She definitely wasn't a lesbian, but something about being surrounded by beautiful women having passionate sex with each other was definitely turning her on. The women, in all colours and shapes and sizes, in twos and threes and foursomes and entire rooms full, giggled and gasped and moaned out their orgasms in exquisite detail all around her. Bonnie could almost hear them. Smell their sweat and sex in the air...

Susie let out a soft "ohh..." noise as her nipples were kissed by invisible entities. It was the hottest thing Bonnie had ever heard. All she could do was walk slowly through the mirror maze, nude, surrounded by spectral lesbians that caressed her thighs and nibbled her earlobes and stroked her arms and cupped her breasts and slowly, teasingly, expertly licked her clit...