Fic: While she was sleeping Part 2/2
Part 2:
Andy’s heart wasn’t beating anymore; it was beating like it was a formula 1 car driving mad and full of power in her chest. She wasn’t sure if her chest could hold it any longer.
The sound of the beats was like a loud jungle drum in her ear and she felt the blood rushing through her veins.
Her body was on fire, no inch untouched, the warm body of her still drunken boss has claimed everything. The older woman was asleep and slightly snoring but every time Andy tried to get a little away or ease the embrace of Miranda, the editor immediately moved after her and grabbed her body stronger, so strong that it hurt and Andy didn’t even need to pinch her to know that she’s not dreaming. Not yet.
To this state she felt tears falling down her face, her eyes desperately wanted to close and she already felt that sleep was not far away.
Why couldn’t she enjoy it? Why did she have to be so unhappy, so sad and fearful? Andy was in the same bed with the one woman she had a giant crush of and knew by now that her panties were drenched in arousal. That was it, just a silly crush. No matter how drunken Miranda was, she’d be sober in the morning and will see nothing more than an intruder in her bed in Andy. She could see her shocked face and the disgusted purse of her lips. She wouldn’t scream, no, the icy glare alone will kill Andy on the spot.
She swallowed a sob. As much as she wanted too, she couldn’t cry. She closed her eyes, not trying to fight the exhausted sleep anymore, as it came quickly to her.
It was one of Andy’s favourite dreams. They were on an exotic beach, Andy was lying in a canvas chair with Miranda on top of her, straddling her hips and kissing the younger woman deeply. Her mouth was soft and warm, but the kisses themselves were hot, wet and demanding.
Both were completely naked. It was Miranda’s private beach; no one with a sane mind would disturb them here. No cell phones, no faxes, just the sand, the sound of the waves and the beautiful sunset.
They have spent some times to slowly undress each other, caressing and teasing skin.
Andy moaned when Miranda began to trail kisses down her neck and let her hands wander over her lower body. She wanted to touch the white haired woman so badly, but her hands were always swatted away, when she tried to reach Miranda’s precious firm breasts.
“No.” the woman husked. “Let me enjoy you, my darling.”
With that she dipped her tongue into Andy’s navel and the brunette arched her back and cried out. She grabbed the arm rest for the support in a strong grip.
Miranda was always teasing her, making her beg and both knew how much they liked this constellation. Tonight, even with the slight remembrance from the evening, it was no difference.
Here Andy was free to lover her, over and over again, without any fear of shame.
Miranda’s soft hands touched her everywhere, but not where she needed it.
“Please… Oh Please, Miranda!” she moaned loudly.
To editor looked up into her face, smirking. “Please what, Andréa?”
Andy looked back with eyes nearly black of desire. “Touch me… Touch me please. Fuck me!” she cried out when Miranda’s fingers were teasing her throbbing entrance.
The older woman grinned again. “I thought you’d never ask.” And her mouth began to decent again.
It felt amazing, even heavenly. She couldn’t control her dream, but soon got lost in the sensation. These wet kisses and fingers trailing on her skin felt so real.
She was panting heavily, shaking and moaned when she felt that fingers easing down her panties and hitching up her nightshirt.
She traded her hands through short silken hair and it smelled wonderful.
Wait a minute….. Soft short hair? Andy’s eyes immediately snapped open.
It wasn’t a dream anymore; she really felt the soft hair running through her fingers and a hot wet mouth on her chest, while a hand was caressing her inner tights.
She lifted the sheets and saw Miranda Priestly lavishing her left breast, her mouth not far away from her already hardening nipple.
“Miranda…. What…..” she couldn’t talk anymore, when she saw the woman had closed eyes and was humming.
Could it… Could it be that she was STILL sleeping? Andy thought in shock.
No, that could not be. She knew about sleep walkers, but sleep love makers… Although maybe Miranda was lost in an erotic dream just like Andy was a few moments ago and just couldn’t wake up. It has to be. There was no other explanation possible. But with whom was she sleeping in her dream? Not with Andy, she was sure.
She cried out when Miranda was now sucking on her little bud. At first she was afraid it might be able to wake the editor, but Miranda didn’t seem to mind. She was only sucking harder and soon switched to the other breast and gave it the same attention, then began to decent her mouth over Andy’s stomach and tongued her belly button, just like in Andy’s dream.
The brunette was moaning and arching slightly. She could do nothing more than just enjoy the ride.
It was like she’s always dreamed of. She had to close her eyes again. But the sensations were real. She could feel her wetness flooding from her centre, the ache was unbearable.
Miranda was restless, moving closer to Andy’s hot core, dripping with desire.
Andy wanted to shout out loud in pleasure, but she bit her lip as well as she could and just moaned and whimpered her needs.
Now it was really fucked up, now she had her ticket to hell, so she couldn’t care less about the consequences anymore, when heavenly pleasure was so near.
Andy writhed and moaned non stop, when Miranda’s mouth had found its final goal, licking the juices from the entrance and twirled her tongue over the clit.
The younger woman lost her mind when Miranda slipped three fingers into her core and sucked on the little bundle of nerves.
She had to thrust her hips and soon discovered that she was not the only one who was moaning very noisy.
She opened her eyes and saw that Miranda was totally naked and seemed to have buried one of her hands between her own tights, riding the hand frantically.
That was it. Andy had been close before, but seeing Miranda masturbating herself while she licked and fucked her assistant with her hand, in her sleep, made Andy’s world finally explode into a million pieces.
She came so hard, she was sure screaming Miranda’s name, arched off the bed after the giant waves of her climax crushed through her whole body. When the waves began to ebb, she dimly heard Miranda wailing her own climax and crying out a name. She couldn’t understand what name her boss was calling, but a slight ember of jealousy lit up, although she didn’t care anymore, because her body was limp and her world went completely black.
The first shafts of sunlight were shining through the blinds of the bright window in the suite, tickling Andrea’s nose. The brunette began to stir and slowly opened her eyes. She felt a slight pain in her head, but something wonderful warm was pressed into her side.
Andy blinked several times and tried to reconnect her memory of what happened the few hours ago.
It hit her brutally as a hard as a baseball bat. The ball… Miranda….. Drunk… The bed… Her dream…..
Dream? Oh how much she wished it was a dream what happened. It had to be. Her boss didn’t devour her last night, she did not sucked on Andy’s breasts and did not licked and fucked Andy hard while she was still sleeping and touching herself.
Andy swallowed hard turned her head to the side and lifted the covers:
Miranda’s naked body was snuggled into hers, eyes closed and calmly breathing. Her beautiful face was still glistening with Andy’s juices, the brunette clearly remembered coming hard all over the older woman’s face. Her orgasm hit her so strong she must have passed out.
“Oh my god…. Oh my god…. Oh my god……” Andy stuttered in disbelief. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach.
She couldn’t avoid it any longer. “OH MY GOD!!!!” she screamed.
The older woman began to shift. “For your own sake stop that yelling immediately….” She grumbled.
Andy sat up, pushed Miranda’s body slightly away, got off the bed and ran into the bathroom.
She turned on the lights, dropped on her knees in front of the toilet and opened the lid just in time, before she emptied whatever was still left in her stomach.
She flushed, washed her hands and mouth out and could only think of one thought: run!
Andy pushed the door open and saw Miranda sat up, covering her naked body with the blanket. She stared at Andy confused.
“Andréa, what….”
But Andy interrupted her. “I’m sorry…. So sorry, Miranda…. I…. I didn’t want to… I’ve to go!” she panted, went to the table, grabbed her cloth for the change and her key card and ran out of the suite.
Fortunately it was still early in the morning and Andy was still dressed in her night shirt, although she felt her bra was still open. She didn’t care, closed the door to Miranda’s suite and strictly went into her own, the door slam shut behind her.
Andy was panting heavily, her eyes wide open, sweating and slowly slid down on the ground.
She was trembling violently, put her arms around her body and burst into tears.
“Fuck fuck FUCK!” she cried hard and simply wanted to die.
Andy didn’t know how long she was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, while sobbing. It felt like hours.
Every time she thought it got better, she saw the look of Miranda’s eyes on her and began to cry again.
But she knew she couldn’t stay this way forever, so she swallowed her sobs and carefully stood up. She realized that she didn’t wear her panties. The must be still in Miranda’s room.
A new wave of panic and embarrassment ripped through her body and she almost sank back on the floor again.
“Why did this happen?” she muttered and went into her bathroom. She turned on the light, got rid of her cloths and went under the shower. The water was icy cold, but it was exactly what she needed that moment. It washed away the evidences and the smell of sex on her skin and for just a little moment she felt refreshed.
She dried her body with a towel and went to her closed to put on some fresh cloths.
With a sigh she went to her made bed and laid herself on it. Andy strongly felt like crying again, but fought the tears successfully. She stared on the ceiling.
It was still dark, although the sun began to rise. Andy still felt weary and closed her eyes.
A sudden knock on the door scared her to sit up immediately again.
Miranda.
“Yes? Who…..” Her throat was painfully dry. She swallowed. “Who’s there?”
Her heart was beating wildly again and she shivered.
“It’s me, six. Open the door.” Nigel said.
Andy hesitated. “Are you alone?” she asked anxiously.
“Alone? No, the Rolling Stones are here and we want to party in your room… What do you think?”
Andy smiled weakly, sighed again and slowly opened the door. Nigel was dressed as great as ever and entered the room. Andy quickly closed the door behind him.
“My my…. You’re acting very strange lately. You really shouldn’t watch these cheap mystery series anymore, Andy.” He said and sat down in one of the chairs.
“So, what’s up? Is everything okay? Did you successfully brought our famous dragon lady to her suite without any incidents or do I have to call the cops to search for her?”
He noticed that Andy didn’t answer and looked at her. “Six?”
Andy had stared on the floor, and then she looked up to him. “What?”
“Miranda. Is she in her suite?” he asked.
“You mean…. She didn’t send you?”
Nigel raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have asked that question then. No, she didn’t call me. You know that this is practically her day off. I think she needs it to recover. And you don’t look good yourself. Did you have enough sleep?
The girl shook her head and felt tears falling again. Nigel stood up and went to her side.
He handed her a tissue. “There now. I didn’t know Miranda could still be so mean when she’s drunk. She seemed to be quite the opposite. But I thought you already know how she is.”
Andy laughed bitterly. “No, that’s not… I mean…” She sobbed again.
“What is wrong?” he asked and put an arm around her. He couldn’t help himself but like this smart fat girl and this flood of tears didn’t look good on her face.
“I can’t say it…. She’ll kill me…. I can’t Nigel.” Andy finally said. She looked at him. “This time she’ll fire me. I am… I have…”
“Did you do something wrong? You brought her to her suite, or not?”
The brunette nodded.
“And then something else happened there….”
“Yes… Nigel… I…. I can’t tell you this… I just can’t. I… I have to go.”
“What? You quit? Didn’t you quit in Paris already? Or is this real, I mean… forever?”
She nodded again. “Yes, forever.” She said with a serious voice.
“But six….” Nigel began, but Andy shook her head.
“I’ve really ruined it this time…. Would you please leave me alone? I have to dry my hair and pack. I’ll come to you later to say Goodbye, okay?”
The bold man looked at her and saw a great deal of anger, fear and sadness in her eyes. Something was wrong and he couldn’t leave her this way. He thought something for a few minutes and then got off the bed.
“Good, as you wish. Make sure you don’t forget anything.” He said and walked out of the room.
Andy went straight to the bathroom again to dry her hair, so she couldn’t see that Nigel took the key card of her room with him.
When Andy had finished to dry her long brown hair and was fully dressed for the departure, she threw her suitcase on the bed and began packing.
She felt so idiotic. She ran away again and she didn’t even do anything wrong. But Miranda was Miranda; everyone would of cause believe her, if she would accuse Andy of “violating” her.
Although she was still shocked, anxious and hurt, she could not suppress the amazing feeling she had that short moment. She was in heaven only to wake up in hell, how ironic.
She didn’t hear the door slightly opening and someone entering the room, so she took a handful of her cloths, turned to her bed and immediately dropped the pile on the floor, when she saw the white haired editor standing beside the bed, fully dressed and with a sharp look at Andy’s suitcase.
“Mi…. Miranda….” The young woman gasped.
The older woman turned her head. “You’re leaving.” She said quietly.
Andy nodded. “But how… How did you get in?”
Miranda sat down on the bed, she pushed the suitcase away. “Nigel gave me your key card. He said you wanted to leave. Again.”
Nigel… I’ll kill him for this. I stab him with one of my Manolo Blahniks… Andy thought angrily.
“He’s right. I’m leaving….” she said and her voice was breaking.
She was afraid to see the dead stare of Miranda’s blue eyes, but she slowly turned her head at the editor. She almost dropped the jaw when she saw instead of the icy glare a sad, hurt look in her eyes. “Why Andrea?”
Andy tried hard to fight the tears again. “I quit before you fire me. I have to.”
Miranda sighed. “I didn’t come to fire you, Andréa. Why should I? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Andy stared at her in disbelief. “But…. Miranda…. I….”
The white haired woman raised her hand to silence Andy. “Come here, sit with me. Put that hideous suitcase away.”
Andy did as she was told and sat on the bed, not looking at the woman beside her.
“You ran so fast that I wasn’t able to say anything. You were afraid I would freak out by finding you in my bed, didn’t you?” the editor said after a while of silence.
Andy shuddered. “Umn….. yes….” She confessed.
“So it seems…. I was only shocked that you’ve pushed me away. And then you left…” Miranda shook her head. “And now you’re leaving again, although you promised me not to.”
Andy blinked. “You mean you remember….” She felt her face blushing.
The white haired woman nodded and gave a soft smile. “Yes, I do. I remember that I’ve said you’re damn cute when you’re blushing… And I was right.”
Andy blushed even harder and Miranda smiling wider.
“But you were….” Andy started.
“Drunk, oh yes. I was very drunk, just not tipsy as you was.” The older woman said with a slight embarrassment. “Do you want to know the reason why I was drunk?”
Andy nodded. Miranda pointed to her. “You.”
Andy swallowed. “Me? But why?”
Miranda took a deep breath. “You think I can get everything I want. Mostly it’s true. But yesterday, on that ball…. When I saw you in that dark red Chanel dress… You took my breath away. The divorce was final, thankfully and although you were still my assistant, your year at Runway will be full in two months. You will get a new job and I would never be able to see you again….. I know you have feelings for me. I always sensed it, when you looked at me. I’ve tried so hard to fight these feelings, so did you I guess, but we both failed. I felt your eyes on me the whole evening. And I didn’t want to wait any longer. So I took a few drinks to collect courage. I know it must sound strange, but I just couldn’t go to you and asked you out…”
Now Miranda was blushing and Andy’s heart made a huge jump.
“But a few drinks were joined with some more glasses and before I could think about it, I was drunk. And I’m not used to be drunk very often. My body lost control, I was helpless. But I know you’d be there for me, when I need you and so it was. You treated me so kind, so careful. Every other man would have taken the opportunity to get me into their bed. When I said this to you….. I didn’t want to sound mocking.”
Andy’s breath hitched when Miranda reached for her hand and took it into her own.
“When I sensed you were going away… I couldn’t bear it. I suddenly felt so lonely. Although that’s the price you have to pay when you get power. But I couldn’t let you go. I still can’t…”
She brought Andy’s hand to her lips and kissed it.
“I had to have you, Andréa. I couldn’t say it, but tried to show with my body. And then at night, when I was a bit more sober again, you were shifting against me, moaning my name and begging me to touch you….” She hesitated. “To fuck you… I couldn’t resist any longer.”
With that Andrea jumped of the bed, Miranda let go of her hand in shock.
“Oh my god! You heard that?! I thought….” Her face was beet red. “I thought you were still sleeping!!!” she yelled.
Miranda looked at her. “You thought I was what? Sleeping?”
She shook her head and the muscles in her face were twitching. And then she was laughing out loud and her whole body was shaking. She pressed her hands to her belly and let herself fall on the soft sheets. Andy was so embarrassed; she truly wanted to die now. Of course that couldn’t be true. How stupid she was.
“You never fail to amaze me, Andréa.” Miranda gasped for air. “That was the best laugh I had in years.” The white haired woman giggled.
Andy turned away. “I’m…. I’m sorry…..” she whispered.
Miranda got the control of her breath back and slid of the bed.
She stepped behind Andy and put her arms around the brunette’s waist. “Believe me; you have nothing to be sorry for...”
She couldn’t help but placing a wet kiss on the back of her neck. “You were exquisite.”
Andrea shuddered at the contact of Miranda’s soft lips and closed her eyes as the editor continued kissing her neck.
“I couldn’t keep my hands off of you…. I wanted to touch you…. To taste you…. And you taste so delicious…. Better than anyone or anything I’ve ever had. So young and so beautiful… I knew you couldn’t touch me, so I had to do it myself…. I’ve never done that before… But you drove me wild… You always do. I sensed you were close and I wanted to follow you. And I was so proud; you came so hard that you’ve passed out.”
Andy couldn’t avoid the moan escaping her lips, when the vivid images of the last night crushed over her mind, going straight to her centre, her arousal sky rocking again. So Miranda was crying out her name when she's climaxed!
The young woman couldn't help but feeling very proud herself.
Miranda fumbled and took something out of her pocket: Andy’s panties.
“I think these are yours….” The older woman husked into the brunette’s ear and nibbled on the earlobe.
Andrea knew there was a huge dry spot of her juices. “Yes….”
She couldn’t take it anymore. Andy turned around, grabbed Miranda’s face and crushed her lips on the editor’s. The older woman immediately kissed her back, hungrily.
Andy couldn’t believe it. The powerful fashion icon was returning her feelings, her attraction, and her desire. It was too good to be true….. The kiss was deep and passionately. Both women were moaning into each other’s mouths and tried to press their body impossible close.
When the need for air took over, Miranda broke the kiss. “I mean what I’ve said. Don’t leave me. I don’t know how this will work, but I’m willing to try… Love me and let me love you.. Please, Andrea.”
The brunette looked at her full of love and desire. “Okay.” She managed to say.
Suddenly Andy heard her stomach growling and Miranda was smirking.
“Seems you’ve build quite an appetite.”
Andy grinned back, still panting. “So it seems, yes.”
“For me or food?” the older woman asked.
Andy placed a sweet kiss on Miranda’s nose. “Both.”
“Good, let’s feed you. You’ll need as much stamina as possible.” The older woman took her hand and leaded her young love to her suite for food and more.
After a few hours the two women laid exhausted from several rounds of love making now side by side. Both enjoyed the view of the other woman’s body, because their first 'accidental' love making was at night in darkness. Andy was amazed and a bit envy of Miranda’s fifty two years old body in an incredible good shape.
They were kissing tenderly and caressing with their hands, savouring the feeling of the little aftershocks they gave each other.
Andy sighed happily. She was glad now that Nigel went to Miranda, giving her the key to her room. She traded her hands through Miranda’s white hair, while the editor was playing with one of Andy’s thick brown locks.
“You know what? I think I’m still drunk…” the white haired woman whispered. Andy looked at her confused, because when they had breakfast the older woman didn’t drank any alcohol.
“Drunk of love.” Miranda continued and snuggled deeper into Andy’s side.
Andrea smiled widely. “So am I and I don’t want to get sober ever again.”
The End (very cheesy.... But well, who cares? :P)