Fill pt 3/?: Miranda/Traynor
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March 19 2014, 09:13:24 UTC
“Well, you did say you needed a closer look.” Traynor pulled her hands regretfully away from the position they were enjoying in Miranda's hair and began assisting in removing her shirt.
Sam wasn't exactly body-shy, but then again she had never been with a woman actually designed to be perfect before either, so she kept a close eye on Miranda's reaction as she slid her shirt off as gracefully as she could.
Miranda couldn't resist. As soon as the shirt was gone, her eyes were fixated on the sight of gorgeous mocha breasts encased in a silky bra. Resting her hands on the warm slim hips in front of her she bent down and sealed her mouth over a nipple. Working her tongue against the silk until it was damp she started to alternate sucking and rubbing at the hardening nipple with her tongue, teasing herself as much as she was Sam.
“Ohhh...” Sam sighed in pleasure, working hard to keep her eyes open so she wouldn't miss the incredible sight of Miranda suckling at her breast. The feeling of Lawson's other hand working its way underneath her bra to massage her other breast reminded her that the stimulation could be a lot more direct, and Sam deeply regretted bothering with underwear.
“Off...clothes have to come off.” She explained breathlessly, since Miranda seemed to have forgotten the important step.
“Mmm.” Miranda agreed, and loved the high pitched gasp the vibrations caused to come out of Traynor's mouth. Pulling away, the former operative stepped back and made a show of unzipping her skintight outfit and stripping it off.
“I'm totally amazed by your body,” Sam admitted after a moment of ogling, dropping her own bra absentmindedly to the ground, “but I'm a little intimidated by the fact you were able to do that without hopping around and falling on your ass.”
Miranda chuckled and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Sam to come closer. As soon as the Oxford graduate was in reach, she patted her knee with one hand, holding the other up to help Sam brace. “One foot up.” She was grateful the specialist was wearing slip-ons. Tugging the heel down, she pulled the shoe off, followed by Sam's sock.
“Swap.” They repeated the process on the other side and once Sam was on her own two feet again, Miranda slowly undid the button and zip on Traynor's pants, finally letting them drop to the floor.
“How come I never thought of that?” Sam smiled, and moved to straddle Miranda's lap, enjoying being able to kiss her with a slight height advantage.
Getting undressed so slowly had cooled things off a little, but when Lawson's hands finally returned to her breasts while they were kissing, Sam realised it would take very little to work her up again.
The novelty of the height advantage wore off quickly as Sam realised she'd likely unbalance and fall off Miranda's lap if she tried to do anything particularly adventurous with her hands. When Lawson started laving her breasts everywhere except her nipples she forgot why she wanted to do anything other than hold on anyway.
Using one hand on Samantha's lower back to brace her, Miranda spread her own legs slightly underneath Sam's to give herself some room before moving her right hand to lightly trace Traynor through her underwear. She was more than a little satisfied to discover that the specialist's underwear was already sticking to her pussy, and began massaging it back and forth with her fingers. Her touch was firm, but Miranda didn't try to push inward at all, hoping to drive the colonist slowly crazy by focussing on her less sensitive outer lips.
Sam wasn't exactly body-shy, but then again she had never been with a woman actually designed to be perfect before either, so she kept a close eye on Miranda's reaction as she slid her shirt off as gracefully as she could.
Miranda couldn't resist. As soon as the shirt was gone, her eyes were fixated on the sight of gorgeous mocha breasts encased in a silky bra. Resting her hands on the warm slim hips in front of her she bent down and sealed her mouth over a nipple. Working her tongue against the silk until it was damp she started to alternate sucking and rubbing at the hardening nipple with her tongue, teasing herself as much as she was Sam.
“Ohhh...” Sam sighed in pleasure, working hard to keep her eyes open so she wouldn't miss the incredible sight of Miranda suckling at her breast. The feeling of Lawson's other hand working its way underneath her bra to massage her other breast reminded her that the stimulation could be a lot more direct, and Sam deeply regretted bothering with underwear.
“Off...clothes have to come off.” She explained breathlessly, since Miranda seemed to have forgotten the important step.
“Mmm.” Miranda agreed, and loved the high pitched gasp the vibrations caused to come out of Traynor's mouth. Pulling away, the former operative stepped back and made a show of unzipping her skintight outfit and stripping it off.
“I'm totally amazed by your body,” Sam admitted after a moment of ogling, dropping her own bra absentmindedly to the ground, “but I'm a little intimidated by the fact you were able to do that without hopping around and falling on your ass.”
Miranda chuckled and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Sam to come closer. As soon as the Oxford graduate was in reach, she patted her knee with one hand, holding the other up to help Sam brace. “One foot up.” She was grateful the specialist was wearing slip-ons. Tugging the heel down, she pulled the shoe off, followed by Sam's sock.
“Swap.” They repeated the process on the other side and once Sam was on her own two feet again, Miranda slowly undid the button and zip on Traynor's pants, finally letting them drop to the floor.
“How come I never thought of that?” Sam smiled, and moved to straddle Miranda's lap, enjoying being able to kiss her with a slight height advantage.
Getting undressed so slowly had cooled things off a little, but when Lawson's hands finally returned to her breasts while they were kissing, Sam realised it would take very little to work her up again.
The novelty of the height advantage wore off quickly as Sam realised she'd likely unbalance and fall off Miranda's lap if she tried to do anything particularly adventurous with her hands. When Lawson started laving her breasts everywhere except her nipples she forgot why she wanted to do anything other than hold on anyway.
Using one hand on Samantha's lower back to brace her, Miranda spread her own legs slightly underneath Sam's to give herself some room before moving her right hand to lightly trace Traynor through her underwear. She was more than a little satisfied to discover that the specialist's underwear was already sticking to her pussy, and began massaging it back and forth with her fingers. Her touch was firm, but Miranda didn't try to push inward at all, hoping to drive the colonist slowly crazy by focussing on her less sensitive outer lips.
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