The Elevator Rush

[Author?s note: Continued from previous stories. Characters may make more sense if you read those first.] Heather walked Miranda down the darkened, glistening streets to her apartment. The mostly quiet stroll was punctuated by short conversations about city life, favorite books, wine drinking habits, and so on. Both women avoided discussion of their strange, budding relationship - not out of shame or embarrassment, but rather for fear of somehow ruining it by destroying to mystique. Besides, it was more fun that way. By the time they reached Heather's apartment, both women were relatively soaked. Both shivered slightly. "There's a nice bathrobe in the bathroom," Heather said, pointing down the hall. "Towels are in the closet if you want to dry off first." Miranda wandered down the hall, shivering slightly. The apartment seemed almost exceedingly normal. Almost exactly what one would expect for an ostensibly single, professional younger woman. Tastefully decorated, scented candles in all the right spots, and clean, but with just enough mess to know that someone lived there. Somehow a bit spartan, but still cozy at the same time. A few minutes later, Miranda emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe made of thick and luxuriously soft white terry cloth. Due to the soaking she'd received, she was nude underneath, and her towel-dried hair remained slightly damp and hung in loose ringlets around her face. Heather stood in the center of the living room, similarly attired in slightly lighter-weight blue bathrobe. She held a generously poured glass of red wine in each hand. "This is really nice," Miranda said. "A heck of a lot better than my crummy apartment. You even have air conditioning! Although, I'm not sure it's exactly what I need güvenilir bahis at this particular moment!" "It's not cheap, but I think it fits," said Heather. "It certainly does," said Miranda, accepting the proffered glass. Heather gestured to a cozy looking sectional couch that wrapped a third of the way around the smallish room. "Shall we?" Heather situated herself in the corner of the couch, and patted the space in front of her. "You still look chilled, come sit here." Miranda obliged, sitting down and leaning back into Heather who wrapped a free arm around her. A small sigh escaped her lips as she settled against the soft body of her new friend. Heather lightly stroked Miranda's hair, careful to avoid tangling her fingers in the dark red curls. The combination of wine, Heather's scent, and intimate snuggling was so relaxing, she found herself almost drifting off. Not wanting to accidentally end the night early by falling asleep, Miranda spoke up. "Heather, I need to thank you." "For what?" "Today has been...incredible. I don't even know how to properly put it into words." "Don't think it hasn't been pretty fantastic for me too," Heather responded. A few moments of silence passed before Miranda spoke again. "May I see...you?" she asked. "What do you mean?" Heather responded. She knew full well what Miranda meant, but wanted to hear more. "I want to see you...your body...under that robe. I want to touch you, if you'll let me." Miranda sat up and turned to face the the other woman. "Please?" Heather grinned slyly. "If you insist." She stood and untied the belt of the robe. It fell open only slightly, revealing just a stripe of beautiful, pale skin down the center of her body - the space between her breasts, her belly güvenilir bahis siteleri button, and, just barely visible in the shadow cast by the robe, neatly trimmed pubic hair framing her dark pink slit. "More please," MIranda said. Miranda chewed her lower lip as Heather allowed the robe to slip off her shoulders and partway down her arms. The full, round globes of her breasts appeared as the fabric fell away. A moment later, the robe fell into a pile at her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of her new friend. "You are absolutely stunning," said Miranda. "Come here." Heather climbed onto the couch, straddling Miranda's bared lap. They kissed slowly, soft tongues probing and exploring between parted lips. Miranda cupped Heather's breasts, slowly working her fingertips over the firm, creamy, and sensitive skin. She bent down and sucked a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged flesh. Simultaneously, Miranda traced one hand down the side of Heather's body, across her flat stomach, and downwards until she found the the warm silky skin of Heather's inner thighs. She moved her hand upwards, brushing across the top of Heather's pubic mouth, dragging her fingers through the short stiff hair. The moment reminded Miranda of that pivotal moment common to teenaged heavy-petting, when the sensation of prickly hair across one's hand meant as inexperienced hands hovered just inches away from another's sex. Miranda had always relished that moment. Heather slowly licked Miranda's earlobe, then nibbled it lightly. "I've been waiting for this moment all day," Heather breathed into Miranda's ear. "Watching you pleasure yourself today was the sexiest thing I've ever seen...it was all I could do to keep iddaa siteleri from fucking myself silly right there while I sat watching you." "I would have liked that," said Miranda as she rubbed two fingers along Heather's slick slit. Heather groaned at the touch, and Miranda entered her with the same two fingers, penetrating upward as far as her petite hand would allow. Heather sank downward on the penetrating digits. "God yes," she moaned, then shuddered as Miranda's thumb played across her clitoris. Miranda repeatedly pushed her fingers into her lover, enjoying the quiet sound of her wetness. "Tell me what you want," Miranda whispered. "I want you inside me, just like that." Heather paused to squeeze her vaginal walls around Miranda's fingers for emphasis. "I like this, being close to you, having you inside me. Just don't stop. Don't stop. Please, just fuck me." Miranda happily obliged, enthusiastically working her fingers into Heather's pussy and around her clitoris; her mouth traveled between nipples, neck, lips...alternately sucking, licking, kissing, and nibbling. It wasn't long before Heather began to shake, her breaths coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Finally, with a small cry, she came, almost violently, clutching Miranda to her chest in a tight hug. Heather slumped off to the side and sprawled across the couch and giggled happily. "My god, I needed that," she said while lightly caressing herself as the last orgasmic contractions dissipated. She reached out and pulled Miranda down on top of her, playfully kissing almost every inch of her face, before driving her tongue passionately between her friend's lips. Before long, the late hour combined with wine intake and sexual afterglow caught up to them, and Heather led Miranda back to her bedroom. Minutes later, both women were wrapped around each other in Heather's luxuriously soft king bed. The next morning, they both awoke late, groggy but well-rested. Heather made coffee and breakfast while Miranda showered.