Mirror tease: bra straps slip after failed date

In the dim glow of her vanity lights, she returns from a frustrating evening out, the black denim miniskirt hugging her hips as she stands before the mirror. Her fingers trace the lace edges of her white bra, the reflection capturing every curve of her lithe body with small, pert breasts straining against the fabric. Alone at last, she savors the solitude, the air thick with unspoken desire. She slips the straps down her shoulders slowly, the lace whispering against her skin as her nipples harden in the cool room. A soft gasp escapes her lips, eyes locked on her own gaze in the mirror, her hand drifting lower toward the skirt's hem, teasing the edge of her panties beneath, building the heat that the night denied her.