Sex-a-thon Alphabet 'G'
Sexy ABCs they do continue.
G - Garter
Andy tried to concentrate on the showing, she really tried, but Miranda was driving her to distraction! Every time she thought she was safe, Miranda would shift in her seat, allowing the unusually high slit in her ultramarine blue skirt to open just a fraction and provide a glimpse of toned thigh. As tempting as the thigh itself was, that was not what was causing Andy’s teenage style, hormonal hard on. No it was the fleeting glimpse of that bit of matching blue lace and elastic that had her temperature spiking and her panties embarrassingly wet.
‘This is ridiculous!’ She tried to reason with herself. ‘You’ve always hated the stupid things. You never wear them, and now you’re so turned on by one you can’t see straight. Get a grip Sachs!’
Her mental dressing down had distracted her so much she didn’t realise the showing had finished until Miranda was standing right in front of her. The older woman was standing side on to her bringing the instrument of her torture right into her line of sight, tempting her with its nearness. Before she could stop herself she’d shot up out of her seat so quickly she nearly knocked Miranda into the designer with whom she was discussing the show.
Instead of the feared and expected glare and scathing comment, Andy was floored by the quirked eyebrow and amused drawl of Miranda quietly asking.
“Problem Andrea?”
The brunette managed to squeak a denial as Miranda turned to leave.
“Come then.”
The infuriating woman growled out, and Andy damn near did just that! Somehow she managed to stumble after her boss and just made it to the car before Miranda instructed Roy to get moving. She then glanced at Andy, instructing her to raise the privacy screen. When the brunette turned back from the task to find out why her boss wanted some privacy, her breath stopped at the sight that met her eyes.
Miranda had pushed her skirt up past mid-thigh and was very carefully removing the scrap of blue and white lace that had been Andy’s nemesis all afternoon. As she pulled it off around her Prada heel, she noticed Andy turning an unhealthy shade of purple due to lack of breath.
“Breathe Andrea.” She smirked at the gasp made by the younger woman sucking in much needed oxygen. The Devil’s wicked nature reasserted itself when she promptly made Andy breathless yet again as she tossed the garter into the younger woman’s lap, just before the car drew up in front of the Elias Clarke building.
“Do be sure that you find complementary lingerie for this before delivering the Book tonight.” She looked predatorily over her sunglasses and growled. “That’s all.”