a game

It was the kind of afternoon she loved. The sun shone gently through the half-closed curtains and the warm light enveloped her as she looked at herself in front of the large mirror in the bedroom. Today she had something special planned – a game, just for herself.
She slipped into her favorite white clothes. The light, almost see-through top clung to her body and the short skirt left her legs bare – a hint of fabric that was little more than a hint. She knew that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, and it was precisely this thought that made her feel even freer.
With a mischievous smile, she pulled the chair in front of the mirror, sat down on it and let her legs fall apart a little so that the light kissed her bare skin. “Well, who’s looking?” she asked in a whisper as she met her own gaze in the mirror. Her lips curled into a sweet, cheeky smile and she let her fingers glide over the bare skin of her thigh.
She leaned back and played with the hem of her top, pulling it up a little, only to let it fall again. It was a game – a private, intimate game that she shared with no one but herself. But the thought that someone might be watching made her cheeks flush slightly. Perhaps the neighbor who sometimes looked through the opposite window? Or maybe… someone invisible? “You’re being a bit naughty today,” she murmured softly as she stood up and did a twirl in front of the mirror. The skirt swirled with her and for a brief moment she saw in the mirror how the fabric no longer hid anything. She bit her lip and laughed softly – this mixture of innocence and cheekiness was exactly what she loved.
She let her hands glide slowly over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin. She imagined that she was not alone, that someone was watching her, perhaps from a hiding place or through the eyes of the mirror itself. The thought was so exciting that she didn’t want to let it go.
She stood in front of the mirror again, lifted the top a little higher and finally let it slip off her shoulder. Her naked skin shone in the warm light and she smiled contentedly. “Maybe I should do this more often,” she said quietly, running her fingers through her hair.
Her breathing quickened a little as she turned again, fluttered her skirt up once more and finally stepped very close to the mirror. She looked at herself with a new eye – bold, brave, beautiful. The fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties made the game all the more exciting.