Fic: The Principles of Lust (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3:
The Cross of Changes
She was in the car. With her. The shooting has ended; they were on their way back to New York. Andy stared out of the window. She wanted to forget what just had happened.
She knows it was simply impossible. Emily and Serena had very public sex, Andy had watched them and Miranda had watched Andy watched them. The older woman was sitting right next to her, going through some notes she made.
Andy looked at her in a wonder. She was grateful to be in a nearly normal condition again, without blushing and a wild beating heart. Miranda was cold as ice, as she always was. There was no single evidence the scenery in the forest had any effect on her.
Cold frigid bitch. No wonder that jerk of a husband has left her… Andy though angrily and regretted the thought at the same time. Who was she to judge Miranda at all? The woman was professional.
That… “thing” happened while there was a break, although Miranda has fired people for the most ridiculous reasons.
But Emily was one of the best assistant she ever had, so was Andy. The brunette was not sure what exactly Serena was doing at Runway anyway, but she had to be important, too, Andy guessed.
All the thoughts soon raised a slight headache and Andy slightly rubbed her temple. If it was not a normal workday tomorrow, she would have gone out with Lily and crashing every alcoholic drink down her throat she could get into her hands. Maybe than she would forget…. at least for some moments.
Andy leaned back in the expensive leather of the seats and took a glance at Miranda again, who was still not reacting to her.
Suddenly she felt like laughing out loud the next seconds, so she quickly put her hand to her mouth to prevent the worst. She felt tears welling up her eyes and blinked a few times to keep them away.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Thunderstorms of mixed emotions run through her body right now and she didn’t know what to do. Why was she feeling this? Why did it seem Miranda felt nothing? Or was she simply the best actress on the planet?
Tomorrow… What about tomorrow, when she has to sit in the office and face Emily again?
Thankfully she had not seen much of the redhead’s exposed body, except her back and ass.
Serena on the other hand… Her small but perfect breasts, taut stomach and the trimmed blonde patch of pubic hair and her dripping…
The sudden rush of blood entered Andy’s face again. Oh no…
She never was interested in that kind of woman’s anatomy before, so she could not understand while this was suddenly so fascinating.
Andy’s heartbeat quickened again, she closed her eyes, trying to think on something else, shifting uncomfortably on the seat.
“Will you stop that annoying movement?” came the cold voice beside her and suddenly Andy was back in reality. She shivered and nearly jumped out of the seat, but she was at least able to prevent that sudden movement.
“Sorry Miranda…” was all she could say. Andy wonders how much the ride will take.
God only knows what will happen when’s she’s alone in her apartment, if Lily has no time for her.
She can feel it; her body was still sexual overflowed from the images she had to see today. Not by the cast itself, but for the simply wild and animalistic act.
It was pure bliss, not even giving a damn if someone watches, lost in the throes of passion. It was something that Andy has felt at the beginning with Nate but lost in the end and was wondering if Miranda has ever experienced such pleasure.
It did seem to be a kind of “Alien” to her, so that maybe was the reason she could not understand its effect on people.
Andy took a deep breath, than slowly turned her head to the editor.
She has ride the car a lot with her boss. Hell, Miranda even let her in the elevator with her!
But never really Andy has watched Miranda so closely and what she saw was hugely fascinating.
She saw the fine age lines of her face, there were even crinkles around her eyes, although they were very small and hardly visible.
And her nose… That nose, that looked so imperfect, long and sharp, fitted her face simply perfect and made her profile looking like the ones from ancient queens or goddesses on old coins and medals.
Not only had she had the look, but the aura of a queen. Whenever she walked in a room full of people, they got silent, turning their look to her, admiring her, they would even bow if Miranda wanted them to.
Thankfully the white haired woman was still reading and not paying attention to Andy, who’s eyes were roaming of the body so close beside her.
Andy wondered what lay beneath these layers of cloths, her armor, telling the world what’s worth wearing and what not.
The cloths Miranda wear are nothing but perfection, the white blouse combined with the black pencil skirt was no difference. Her to-die-for legs clad in a grey tight, the shoes in dark red high heels. From head to toe the woman was truly amazing.
Andy couldn’t help it, she nearly drooled. What would her breast look like, unfretted by any lingerie, small but soft, like her skin? What would be the colour of her nipples? Dusty or a nice rosy pink?
What would her pubic hair look like? Maybe it would disclosure her true hair colour, if she had any hair there…
What the…???
Andy could not believe what she was thinking. She has undressed her boss in her mind, her very older FEMALE boss with her eyes!
She shifted again, trying to get away from her just a bit, so that the brunette did not have to be so close to the fashion editor. The face was deep red and her heart hammering in her chest again.
All because of today… she thought just to calm herself. She wanted to kill Emily and Serena, she really wanted to.
Before she even knew it the car suddenly slowed down. It was dark outside.
Andy glanced at her watch: seven pm. How was that possible?
“I do not need you this evening, Andrea. Emily will bring the book. You can go home now. That’s all.” Miranda said in her normal tone.
The younger woman was slightly trembling. With shaky hands she opened her seatbelt, slightly panting. She hoped Miranda has not noticed her behaviour.
Roy got off his side and opened the door for the brunette. “Everything okay, Andy? You don’t look good…” he said worried when she saw her slowly exciting the car.
“No, Roy… I’m fine. Just… exhausted. Was a long day… Thanks for dropping me off.” She said, surprised to see Roy had driven her to her apartment. “Good night, Miranda.” She said, slowly closing the door.
The older woman just gave a short nod. “Yes, good night.” Andy turned away.
If she’d turn around a second later again, she might have caught Miranda watching her walking to the building she lived in, with a blue glow in her eyes and her lips twitching, as if she still wanted to say something, but those words never came and Roy closed the door of the car again, before returning to his front seat.
The car pulled away while Andy was making her way to her flat.
She was confused; standing on shaky legs, fumbling with her keys, the scent of Miranda’s luxury perfume was still in her nose, making her head dizzy.
It was all too much and she felt really tired. There was no way she’d phone Lily or Doug to meet them. No, not tonight.
She needed to rest, to shower, to clean up her body and her thoughts. Thoughts about what happened, what she’d seen and especially her thoughts about Miranda.
The time she made her way into the shower, Andy did not know what she was feeling anymore. The whole situation was laughable, so absurd, but Andy felt more like crying than laughing.
When she got off the shower, dried herself and got dressed again, she tried to forget about this day.
The hours moved slowly and neither the TV nor the book she tried to read for helpful to spread her thoughts.
Lily called twice in the evening, but Andy was just sitting there, listening to her voice on her mailbox.
Something has changed…. But Andy was not sure, if it had changed just today or if she only had realized it today. Who knows…
After eating a bit her clock told her it was ten pm, so she decided to make it an early night. Knowing Miranda will be, despite what ever has happened today, very demanding tomorrow, as she always was.
Andy so wished it was weekend, but it was only Wednesday. She sighed, there was no escape. She could call in sick tomorrow, although it won’t solve her problems for long.
No, she can’t walk way anymore. She was nearly there once ago, but didn’t take the chance.
She lay in her bed, turned off the lights, closed her eyes and began quietly to sob into sleep.
The forest again… The gigantic oak tree… Two naked female bodies were grinding against each other.
Cries, moans and whimpers filled the air. They were so carried away in the sensation of feeling the skin of the other against their own; the world out there didn’t matter anymore.
She was so stupid, of course her thoughts and memories would turn into a dream the minute she was asleep. It always was the same.
But something was different…
She don’t saw red hair, or blonde. The body on the front she just knew to well: it was her own. And the other one…
She traced her hand into short silver hair again and again, while her mouth was captured in what seems to be a never-ending kiss.
Miranda… She was kissing Miranda!
Not, not only just kissing her… She was practically fucking her mouth with her tongue and the older woman couldn’t get enough.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Andy heard herself saying with a strange sultry voice, panting heavily as she broke the kiss.
The face of the white haired woman was flushed, she was sweating and her breath was hot and quick against Andy’s skin. She lurched forward, wanting nothing more than be connected with those full plump lips again, but Andy stopped her. “No…. Say it.”
Andy could not believe the power and self-conscious she had, the fact that she has pinned Miranda’s body against that tree and the older woman was absolutely submissive, writhing helplessly, little whimpers coming out of her mouth, wanting it, needing it.
Dark blue eyes looked at her. “Please…” she whispered and it sounded so beautiful and rare from the editor’s lips.
Andy’s hand began to wander to Miranda’s chest. Wonderful small round breasts, perfection.
With lovely pink nipples, already hard, begging to be touched.
Although the perfection of the editor’s body might just be Andy’s fantasy, the reality can’t be that far away from it, even though Miranda’s slightly over fifty.
“Please what?” Andy whispered into Miranda’s ear. Her hand stroked over the left breast, found the nipple and pinched it, hard.
The white haired woman cried out, slightly on pain but more in lust, Andy was in awe.
“Please touch me… take me…” the last words barely a whisper, a desperate sob. “…fuck me.”
Andy’s other hand was already near Miranda’s dripping core, playing with the small trimmed patch of hair. She grinned. “Since you asked so nicely…”
She descended, couldn’t wait for a taste. Miranda’s hidden treasure was so near. She wanted to be taken, to be possessed. A too well known cliché… Dominant people always longed to be topped by someone else secretly and the powerful fashion editor’s body language nearly screamed it.
Andy kissed her way down the trembling body, the editor’s hands on her head, in her hair, guiding Andy where she needed her so desperately.
Andy could feel it, the wet heat that greeted her, the smell of pure Miranda, who had thrown back her head and her eyes closed.
“Yes… Oh, Andrea… oh yes…” she panted and Andy felt her own moisture dripping down her leg when she slowly knelt before the white haired woman.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. You will never forget it.” She husked, licked her lips, darted her tongue out and drove in.
Andy’s eyes snapped open. Sweat was running down her forehead, she was breathing hot and fast.
No… Oh god no… she thought, feeling her hand inside her cotton panties. Slowly she pulled it out, knowing it was soaked.
She was lying there, staring at her hand, the moisture glistening in the few lights from the streets falling into her room.
OH NO!
TBC....
The Cross of Changes
She was in the car. With her. The shooting has ended; they were on their way back to New York. Andy stared out of the window. She wanted to forget what just had happened.
She knows it was simply impossible. Emily and Serena had very public sex, Andy had watched them and Miranda had watched Andy watched them. The older woman was sitting right next to her, going through some notes she made.
Andy looked at her in a wonder. She was grateful to be in a nearly normal condition again, without blushing and a wild beating heart. Miranda was cold as ice, as she always was. There was no single evidence the scenery in the forest had any effect on her.
Cold frigid bitch. No wonder that jerk of a husband has left her… Andy though angrily and regretted the thought at the same time. Who was she to judge Miranda at all? The woman was professional.
That… “thing” happened while there was a break, although Miranda has fired people for the most ridiculous reasons.
But Emily was one of the best assistant she ever had, so was Andy. The brunette was not sure what exactly Serena was doing at Runway anyway, but she had to be important, too, Andy guessed.
All the thoughts soon raised a slight headache and Andy slightly rubbed her temple. If it was not a normal workday tomorrow, she would have gone out with Lily and crashing every alcoholic drink down her throat she could get into her hands. Maybe than she would forget…. at least for some moments.
Andy leaned back in the expensive leather of the seats and took a glance at Miranda again, who was still not reacting to her.
Suddenly she felt like laughing out loud the next seconds, so she quickly put her hand to her mouth to prevent the worst. She felt tears welling up her eyes and blinked a few times to keep them away.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Thunderstorms of mixed emotions run through her body right now and she didn’t know what to do. Why was she feeling this? Why did it seem Miranda felt nothing? Or was she simply the best actress on the planet?
Tomorrow… What about tomorrow, when she has to sit in the office and face Emily again?
Thankfully she had not seen much of the redhead’s exposed body, except her back and ass.
Serena on the other hand… Her small but perfect breasts, taut stomach and the trimmed blonde patch of pubic hair and her dripping…
The sudden rush of blood entered Andy’s face again. Oh no…
She never was interested in that kind of woman’s anatomy before, so she could not understand while this was suddenly so fascinating.
Andy’s heartbeat quickened again, she closed her eyes, trying to think on something else, shifting uncomfortably on the seat.
“Will you stop that annoying movement?” came the cold voice beside her and suddenly Andy was back in reality. She shivered and nearly jumped out of the seat, but she was at least able to prevent that sudden movement.
“Sorry Miranda…” was all she could say. Andy wonders how much the ride will take.
God only knows what will happen when’s she’s alone in her apartment, if Lily has no time for her.
She can feel it; her body was still sexual overflowed from the images she had to see today. Not by the cast itself, but for the simply wild and animalistic act.
It was pure bliss, not even giving a damn if someone watches, lost in the throes of passion. It was something that Andy has felt at the beginning with Nate but lost in the end and was wondering if Miranda has ever experienced such pleasure.
It did seem to be a kind of “Alien” to her, so that maybe was the reason she could not understand its effect on people.
Andy took a deep breath, than slowly turned her head to the editor.
She has ride the car a lot with her boss. Hell, Miranda even let her in the elevator with her!
But never really Andy has watched Miranda so closely and what she saw was hugely fascinating.
She saw the fine age lines of her face, there were even crinkles around her eyes, although they were very small and hardly visible.
And her nose… That nose, that looked so imperfect, long and sharp, fitted her face simply perfect and made her profile looking like the ones from ancient queens or goddesses on old coins and medals.
Not only had she had the look, but the aura of a queen. Whenever she walked in a room full of people, they got silent, turning their look to her, admiring her, they would even bow if Miranda wanted them to.
Thankfully the white haired woman was still reading and not paying attention to Andy, who’s eyes were roaming of the body so close beside her.
Andy wondered what lay beneath these layers of cloths, her armor, telling the world what’s worth wearing and what not.
The cloths Miranda wear are nothing but perfection, the white blouse combined with the black pencil skirt was no difference. Her to-die-for legs clad in a grey tight, the shoes in dark red high heels. From head to toe the woman was truly amazing.
Andy couldn’t help it, she nearly drooled. What would her breast look like, unfretted by any lingerie, small but soft, like her skin? What would be the colour of her nipples? Dusty or a nice rosy pink?
What would her pubic hair look like? Maybe it would disclosure her true hair colour, if she had any hair there…
What the…???
Andy could not believe what she was thinking. She has undressed her boss in her mind, her very older FEMALE boss with her eyes!
She shifted again, trying to get away from her just a bit, so that the brunette did not have to be so close to the fashion editor. The face was deep red and her heart hammering in her chest again.
All because of today… she thought just to calm herself. She wanted to kill Emily and Serena, she really wanted to.
Before she even knew it the car suddenly slowed down. It was dark outside.
Andy glanced at her watch: seven pm. How was that possible?
“I do not need you this evening, Andrea. Emily will bring the book. You can go home now. That’s all.” Miranda said in her normal tone.
The younger woman was slightly trembling. With shaky hands she opened her seatbelt, slightly panting. She hoped Miranda has not noticed her behaviour.
Roy got off his side and opened the door for the brunette. “Everything okay, Andy? You don’t look good…” he said worried when she saw her slowly exciting the car.
“No, Roy… I’m fine. Just… exhausted. Was a long day… Thanks for dropping me off.” She said, surprised to see Roy had driven her to her apartment. “Good night, Miranda.” She said, slowly closing the door.
The older woman just gave a short nod. “Yes, good night.” Andy turned away.
If she’d turn around a second later again, she might have caught Miranda watching her walking to the building she lived in, with a blue glow in her eyes and her lips twitching, as if she still wanted to say something, but those words never came and Roy closed the door of the car again, before returning to his front seat.
The car pulled away while Andy was making her way to her flat.
She was confused; standing on shaky legs, fumbling with her keys, the scent of Miranda’s luxury perfume was still in her nose, making her head dizzy.
It was all too much and she felt really tired. There was no way she’d phone Lily or Doug to meet them. No, not tonight.
She needed to rest, to shower, to clean up her body and her thoughts. Thoughts about what happened, what she’d seen and especially her thoughts about Miranda.
The time she made her way into the shower, Andy did not know what she was feeling anymore. The whole situation was laughable, so absurd, but Andy felt more like crying than laughing.
When she got off the shower, dried herself and got dressed again, she tried to forget about this day.
The hours moved slowly and neither the TV nor the book she tried to read for helpful to spread her thoughts.
Lily called twice in the evening, but Andy was just sitting there, listening to her voice on her mailbox.
Something has changed…. But Andy was not sure, if it had changed just today or if she only had realized it today. Who knows…
After eating a bit her clock told her it was ten pm, so she decided to make it an early night. Knowing Miranda will be, despite what ever has happened today, very demanding tomorrow, as she always was.
Andy so wished it was weekend, but it was only Wednesday. She sighed, there was no escape. She could call in sick tomorrow, although it won’t solve her problems for long.
No, she can’t walk way anymore. She was nearly there once ago, but didn’t take the chance.
She lay in her bed, turned off the lights, closed her eyes and began quietly to sob into sleep.
The forest again… The gigantic oak tree… Two naked female bodies were grinding against each other.
Cries, moans and whimpers filled the air. They were so carried away in the sensation of feeling the skin of the other against their own; the world out there didn’t matter anymore.
She was so stupid, of course her thoughts and memories would turn into a dream the minute she was asleep. It always was the same.
But something was different…
She don’t saw red hair, or blonde. The body on the front she just knew to well: it was her own. And the other one…
She traced her hand into short silver hair again and again, while her mouth was captured in what seems to be a never-ending kiss.
Miranda… She was kissing Miranda!
Not, not only just kissing her… She was practically fucking her mouth with her tongue and the older woman couldn’t get enough.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Andy heard herself saying with a strange sultry voice, panting heavily as she broke the kiss.
The face of the white haired woman was flushed, she was sweating and her breath was hot and quick against Andy’s skin. She lurched forward, wanting nothing more than be connected with those full plump lips again, but Andy stopped her. “No…. Say it.”
Andy could not believe the power and self-conscious she had, the fact that she has pinned Miranda’s body against that tree and the older woman was absolutely submissive, writhing helplessly, little whimpers coming out of her mouth, wanting it, needing it.
Dark blue eyes looked at her. “Please…” she whispered and it sounded so beautiful and rare from the editor’s lips.
Andy’s hand began to wander to Miranda’s chest. Wonderful small round breasts, perfection.
With lovely pink nipples, already hard, begging to be touched.
Although the perfection of the editor’s body might just be Andy’s fantasy, the reality can’t be that far away from it, even though Miranda’s slightly over fifty.
“Please what?” Andy whispered into Miranda’s ear. Her hand stroked over the left breast, found the nipple and pinched it, hard.
The white haired woman cried out, slightly on pain but more in lust, Andy was in awe.
“Please touch me… take me…” the last words barely a whisper, a desperate sob. “…fuck me.”
Andy’s other hand was already near Miranda’s dripping core, playing with the small trimmed patch of hair. She grinned. “Since you asked so nicely…”
She descended, couldn’t wait for a taste. Miranda’s hidden treasure was so near. She wanted to be taken, to be possessed. A too well known cliché… Dominant people always longed to be topped by someone else secretly and the powerful fashion editor’s body language nearly screamed it.
Andy kissed her way down the trembling body, the editor’s hands on her head, in her hair, guiding Andy where she needed her so desperately.
Andy could feel it, the wet heat that greeted her, the smell of pure Miranda, who had thrown back her head and her eyes closed.
“Yes… Oh, Andrea… oh yes…” she panted and Andy felt her own moisture dripping down her leg when she slowly knelt before the white haired woman.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. You will never forget it.” She husked, licked her lips, darted her tongue out and drove in.
Andy’s eyes snapped open. Sweat was running down her forehead, she was breathing hot and fast.
No… Oh god no… she thought, feeling her hand inside her cotton panties. Slowly she pulled it out, knowing it was soaked.
She was lying there, staring at her hand, the moisture glistening in the few lights from the streets falling into her room.
OH NO!
TBC....