The day had a particular charge to it from the moment Serena stepped into town. Being with Ben always brought out something expansive in her—his humour and openness loosened something, made the world feel wider, made thresholds feel like things you were meant to cross. Today that feeling had a specific pull. Lower Marsh. The specialist shop she had walked past before without ever quite stepping inside.
She rang the buzzer. The door unclicked with no idea what was behind it, and that was vaguely nerve-wracking. But Ben’s ability to find the humour in the surreal was exactly what she needed. They were greeted by two lovely, helpful women who put her immediately at ease, and the intimidating threshold she had hesitated at so many times dissolved into something warm and welcoming.
Serena had long wanted to take her passion for underwear up a gear and try corsets. She had a sneaking suspicion that Drew would enjoy seeing her in whatever she tried, and that thought had been simmering at the edge of her awareness all day. With some assistance from the shop staff, she chose an underbust boned corset in fishnet fabric. The fit was perfect—open enough to allow a lot of nipple play, which she loved and which drove her wild, and structured enough to give a contemporary twist on a classic silhouette. She was not disappointed. She could already picture his face.
She sent Drew a lightly teasing text to say she had been shopping, but with no other details. Let him wonder. Let the anticipation build. Her nipples were hard for most of the day in her bra, made harder still by a few cocktails and the memory of their previous session following a shopping trip to a sex shop. She paired the corset with one of her barely-there bras—the kind that rubbed up against her nipples in all the right places, the kind that kept her in a state of low, persistent arousal that made everything feel more vivid.
Across the city, Drew received the message while hungover and curious. He had been hungover and horny all day, that particular combination of sluggish body and restless mind, and the text landed like a spark. Serena had spent the day with a friend she was generally quite open with, and now she had been shopping. That was all she said. He didn’t ask too many questions. Part of the pleasure was not knowing. He was finally feeling fresher by the time evening came, and they had plans—a friend’s birthday party—and he made his way to her place.
When Drew finally got through her door, he was not prepared for what he found.
Serena standing there in nothing but the most revealing underwear she owned—which did very little to contain her perky nipples—and a brand new black corset that complimented her tight body so fucking beautifully. The fishnet fabric hugged her curves, the boning structured her silhouette, and the underbust design left her breasts bare beneath the barely-there bra. She was thrilled by his reaction. He fumbled for words for a few moments, genuinely unable to respond, and she watched the surprise and hunger move across his face in real time.
He picked his jaw up from the floor. Went over to her. Kissed her.
Her nipples were already hard—like she had been touching them, but equally could just have been the way the bra teased them all day. He had to taste them too. He leaned down and took one in his mouth through the thin fabric, and she felt the heat of it move through her entire body.
They very quickly decided the party could wait.
Within moments he was deep inside her on the bed. She couldn’t wait to take the full length of his cock in her tight pussy and had climbed on top as soon as she could. Her body was on display facing him—her curves framed by the corset, her breasts barely contained by the bra, the fishnet pattern catching the light—and Drew loved the position for everything it showed him. Her face, her body, the way she moved above him, the way the corset sculpted her waist and left everything else exposed.
But Serena wanted him to enjoy the view as much as possible. She quickly flipped around, riding him reverse, and took in the view in her mirror.
She hooked her legs under his and sat down on his throbbing cock, letting him fuck her from below—deep—watching herself get fucked in the mirror. Her beautiful body wrapped in the corset on display, the reflection showing everything: the arch of her back, the grip of the corset around her waist, the place where their bodies joined. She wanted him to experience all that she was seeing, so she grabbed her phone and started recording the view from the mirror.
The phone captured the reflection—the full scene, the two of them on the bed, the corset, the mirror. Then she angled it down for a close-up of his cock deep inside her. When he withdrew and slipped out of her, she reached down to guide him back in, her fingers wrapping around him, positioning him at her entrance before sinking back down. Then she promptly rubbed her clit, her fingers working in tight circles while the phone kept recording.
Watching her pink pussy stretch and take in all of him was a video she would watch frequently now. It immediately got her pussy wet. Even as she wrote about it weeks later, the memory of it—both the act and the recording—had an immediate, physical effect.
Drew loved having the lace from the corset to hold onto. The structure of it gave him something to grip, leverage to pull her down harder and deeper onto his cock. He grabbed the fishnet and boning at her waist and pulled, and the tension of it—the way the corset held her body while he used it to pull her onto him—was something neither of them had felt before. He pulled her down harder. Deeper. Until he erupted inside her, moaning out loud as he lost control, his hands still gripping the corset, her body still wrapped in it, the mirror still reflecting everything.
The party, eventually, would happen. But not yet. They stayed in the private warmth of her home, the corset still on her body, the phone holding the evidence of what they had just done.
And in the weeks that followed, Serena would return to the video. Rewatching the mirror view. The close-up. The moment his cock slipped out and she reached down to guide it back in. The way her fingers moved to her clit. It still immediately got her pussy wet. A fucking beautiful video indeed.