A Playful Encounter in the Mirror

Carousel P2
...and he was enjoying every second of it.

She looked back at the mirror, and was amazed at what she saw. The reflections were having the same erotic adventure that she was on and this turned her on even more. She could feel the dampness in her thong as she watched mirror-man shed his t-shirt with one hand and tuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. Taking his cue, mirror-lady held her arms back like wings and her blouse fluttered off, only to be wrapped around another pole a few horses back.
Feeling brave and free, she grips the saddle horn in one hand, and uses the other hand to rub the top in a polishing motion. Mirror-man almost lost his balance and had to sit down. She giggles to herself and bites her lip as she makes her next move, wrapping her feet around the pole, she locks her ankles together. Releasing the horn she leans back on her elbows and grasps the tail where it exits the hard body. The wind blows her skirt around her waist, exposing just a small triangle of white satin. The wind on her pussy is delicious, and she turns to see what the mirror couple looks like now. Mirror-lady laying supine, and the phallic looking saddle horn gave her another idea…she slid herself forward a bit and rubbed her satin covered slit against the hard varnished wood. She let out a mew that no one else could hear. Glancing at mirror-man she saw he was grasping himself through his jeans, rolling his bulge like he was milking himself, his face frozen in awe.
She sits back up and, hugging the horses neck, starts humping the saddle horn, looking directly at him and licking her lips. That was his cue. He brought his right leg over and both feet shared a stirrup for a few seconds. He stretched his left foot to hook her right stirrup, holding both poles as his legs pumped up and down with the horses. When the time was right he releases his steed and mounts hers.
He slides in behind her, grasping the pole in front of her. As his bulge bumps against her butt cheeks this pushes her clit a little harder into the horn, she releases a starter orgasm and a small moan.
His arms have her caged now, so she reaches behind her, looking for him. Thankfully he isn’t wearing a belt, and his jeans have buttons instead of a zipper. She frees him and takes him with both hands behind her back. He is so hard as she fondles him, her thumb finding a drop of pre-cum at the tip and she smears it around a little. She can actually hear him moan as she does that, in spite of all the sound and fury around them. His voice is in her ear now. “Do you think you can turn around?” Gymnastics and Pole Dancing classes are about to pay off as she swivels with both legs to her chest and faces him. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, she lifts herself just enough that he can let go of the brass pole with one hand and steady his pole and slide her thong aside with his thumb. She lowers herself and they lock eyes as her soaking wet pussy envelops his hardness. As soon as he is all the way in, she kisses him deep, sucking his tongue as far into her mouth as she can. He feels amazing inside her, and the humping rhythm of the ride is just enough movement that she has another little cum. The ride seems to be speeding up and at each acme and valley he’s a little deeper in her, and the hard saddle horn bumps her bum. She looks over at the couple in the mirror and what she sees is so hot she has another spontaneous orgasm, this one a little more intense.
He feels the contraction and the warm little gush dripping off his balls but he manages to hang on. He knows she is just starting.
Continued....