Aces High: War Torn

Luisa looked down at the clothes she'd brought Miranda and blushed.

Jeans? I brought her jeans?

She found herself unable to turn away as Miranda took off the towel and began slipping on the panties.

She was helplessly engrossed in the sight of the black lace sliding up Miranda's smooth, silken thighs...
 
With her back to Luisa, Miranda dropped the clothes on the bed as she dressed. She turned sideways to talk to Luisa as she encased her butt in the panties. Truth was, maybe she shouldn't be that angry at Luisa. After all, she had acted out of concern.

She was still angry, but Miranda tried to let it drop a bit. Kinda difficult, though. She grimaced a bit when the lace brushed her still hurting ass.

"So, eerrr... sorry about the teasing back there..."
 
"Oh, that," Luisa replied, startled out of her fugue.

"No problem," she said, her characteristic smile plastered across her face. "I knew you were just joking around."

She turned her back to Miranda for a moment, peeking out from the privacy curtain to make sure no one was peeking in.

"So what do you think of the new guy?"
 
"Well, I guess..." Miranda reached for her bra, and started to encase her breasts in it. "... he is Ok. It's not like I've known him for long."

As Miranda put on her blouse, she sighed in relief that Luisa took her excuses fine. She didn't really need to make an enemy in the base itself, although her question about the newbie probably was attributed to the awkwardness of the situation...
 
Luisa turned back to Miranda just as she began putting the bra on.

She found herself curiously aroused, seeing her fellow pilot clad in black bra and panties.

She took a step forward, halted, then shook her head.

The hell am I doing?!

So her forward movement wouldn't look odd, she sisdstepped to the bed and sat down.
 
"Anyway..." As Miranda buttoned up the blouse, she glanced at Miranda. With a naughty smirk, she wondered how she would react... and turned to her, her hips shifting position.

"Just who were you thinking about back in the showers?"
 
Luisa couldn't help it as her gaze dropped from Miranda's face, down the front of her blouse and the rise of Miranda's breasts under the fabric.

Her eyes lingered on the black lace panties and the strong thighs before she replied.

"Well, uh, I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular," she said with a nervous giggle, raising her left arm up and scratching the back of her head.
 
"Riiiight... well, if you don't want to confess, fine by me. It's none of my business." Miranda shrugged, still smirking, as she turned around and grabbed the jeans.

Oh damn... these were too tight last time I tried them on... Miranda sighed, and sort of climbed into them. Then pulled them up, her ass perkying up as she sort of hopped, trying to put them on.

"Argh, this damn piece of... I don't know why I keep them!"
 
Luisa gawked at Miranda's butt and stood up from the bed.

"Here," she heard herself saying. "Let me help..."

She stood behind Miranda, her breasts pressing against Miranda's back.

She brought her arms around the slim waist and crossed them in front of Miranda, taking hold of the jeans.

She began pulling them up Miranda's hips.
 
"Nnnh! Damn... thanks! NGH!" No matter how much she pulled by herself, Miranda couldn't manage to pull her jeans on, until Luisa helped her. She quickly did the buttons on the front, and stepped off...

And wobbled a bit. The jeans were so tight, it hurt. Her crotch and ass felt all compressed. And she found it a little bit hard to breath. "Ok... they're on..."
 
Luisa never let go of Miranda after helping her into her jeans.

In fact, she kept her hands on the jeans.

Her nose was filled with the scent of Miranda's hair and her mind was filled with thoughts of taking the jeans back off.

She unconciously pressed herself against Miranda...
 
"Whew! It sure... was hard... thanks, Luisa, you can let go..."

Miranda noticed the pressure of Luisa's breasts on her back, and that she wouldn't let go of the jeans. "Luisa, I assure you... they are on..." Miranda felt a faint pressure on her butt, where the tied arms of Luisa's flight suit pressed.

That reminded her, there was a belt among the clothes. "Luisa, do you really think I will need a belt?"
 
Her mind lost in a sea of want, Luisa didn't respond, except to almost purr as she leaned against Miranda, her head resting against the side of Miranda's.

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the jeans and her hands slid inside.
 
Miranda noticed Luisa working her jeans. Now they were done!

"Luisa, they were done! What are you d..."

Miranda froze, her mouth agape and her eyes open like saucers when Luisa's hands slid inside. She shivered at their cool touch. W-what the...!? Luisa's breasts pressed harder against her back, and she noticed her breath beside her ear, as Luisa's head rested against her. Miranda couldn't even yelp in surprise...
 
Luisa's hands passed under the thin fabric of the panties and past the soft hairs, searching...

Her fingers probed the folds of Miranda's slit and rubbed back and forth.

Meanwhile, Luisa nuzzled Miranda's neck.
 
Miranda gasped, and almost spasmed when Luisa's fingers started probing her. Oh God! She... is a LESBIAN! She was masturbating thinking of ME!

Miranda flustered, shuddering under Luisa's touch. Oh God, and her lips on her neck... "Nnnhhh!" Miranda's hands shakily grabbed Luisa's wrists. "N... no! Not here, please...!"
 
Leaning forward, Luisa maneuvered Miranda towards the wall.

She couldn't hear her fellow pilot, as her concious mind was completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Her left hand pulled away from Miranda's panties and moved up to Miranda's face, gently turning her face to Luisa's.

Her eyes smoky, Luisa kissed Miranda, her lips eagerly pressing against the other woman's.
 
Miranda pressed herself against the wall, as if trying to get away. But the truth was her legs were shaking, as she shuddered. The sudden assault on her pussy... it gave so much pleasure she was not ready to receive... she felt her lower body go weak...

Miranda flustered a darker shade of pink when Luisa's lips attacked hers. Her heart was beating fast and loud, her fingers twisted and clenched against the wall, and looking inside Luisa's eyes, there was nothing but lust...

Miranda shuddered, a mini-orgasm of sorts as she felt her juices start to run down her inner walls...
 
Luisa's fingers held Miranda's face as she kissed her.

The fingers of her other hand plunged deeply into Miranda's pussy, exploring the depths within.

While she did this, Luisa's hips moved against Miranda's, gyrating slowly, the knot formed by the sleeves of Luisa's flight suit, tied about her waist, grinding against Miranda's butt and Luisa's crotch.
 
As much as she couldn't believe it, Miranda was getting wet. The bulge she felt pressing against her ass, Luisa's fingers going deeper inside her... Miranda gasped, her breasts smooshing against the wall as she started panting. The pleasure was too much!

Oh God! Miranda shuddered, more of her juices coating Luisa's fingers when she rubbed a sensitive spot. It was a miracle Miranda was not screaming...
 
Still kissing the other pilot, Luisa removed her hands and used them to turn Miranda around, pressing her breasts to her own.

The knot of the flightsuit's sleeves was now pressed into both women's crotches as Luisa kissed Miranda hungrily.

Luisa's hands slid up, under Miranda's blouse and started to massage her breasts as she ground her hips against Miranda.
 
"Mmmmhhhh!" Miranda's muffled groan couldn't be heard by anyone but the two. She almost came right there and then on her panties. And then Luisa's hands went under her blouse and onto her tits. She felt the wetness of her left hand's fingers on her breast, and her own nipples hardening.

Instinctively, Miranda spread her legs, and her jeans slid down her legs, pooling on her feet. The sudden coldness on her legs made her shiver...
 
Luisa followed the jeans towards the floor, her lips reluctantly leaving Miranda's

She slid down the length of Miranda's body, her hands fixed to Miranda's breasts.

She only removes them from Miranda's breasts to help take off Miranda's panties, pulling them down off her hips and down the pale, creamy thighs.

Luisa's fingers plunged deep into Miranda once more, as she tentatively nuzzled the triangle of soft hair between Miranda's legs.
 
The strongest shuddering yet shook Miranda's body, and she almost fell forwards, when she felt Luisa play with her pubic hair. She was breathless, incapable of doing much more than enjoy what Luisa was doing to her. The fact that they were doing it in the infirmary did nothing to quell her arousal. Her eyes darted from side to side, wondering when someone would come in and find them...

... and wondering if they would want to fuck her. That thought again did nothing but make her hornier. Miranda's juices flowed freely by now, and she gripped Luisa's fingers with her pussy, drawing all the pleasure she could.
 
Luisa buried her face in Miranda's pussy, her tongue flicking over the folds of skin before locating her clitoris and seizing it gently between her teeth.

At the same time, she increased the pumping motion of her hand, sliding another finger into Miranda.

Her other hand snaked around behind Miranda's hips, to provide pressure against the small of her back, holding Miranda steady.
 
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