Side Thread -- Miranda and Taylor

[haremfaery]

((Must be why Percy asked Miranda to do this favor for him--she has no idea what the rules are supposed to be when you get paid for this sort of thing. She thinks 'no kissing' is silly. She likes kissing as long as the person has nice teeth.))

Miranda let L.T. pull her close for a kiss. She parted her lips a little for him. She did stage kisses all the time, she could kiss like she meant it. Miranda kissed L.T. as if she had wanted to do it since she first saw him. being an actress had it's advantages.

She wondered why this was all so important to L.T. He was a vice cop after all. Hadn't he been jaded by all this? Wasn't she just another free lay to keep the heat off of Percy? L.T. didn't act like a vice cop at all. Maybe that was his kink. He liked to play the shy man and he wanted her to be his innocent girlfriend. She could do that.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

She tasted wonderful to him, and he pulled her face to his in a long, passionate kiss that would have reminded him of his first days with his wife ... if he'd had any desire to think of his wife. This was heaven to him ... or close to it; a beautiful woman, a passionate woman ... a beautiful, passionate naked woman who wanted -- or so it seemed -- to please him beyond the dollar signs that had to be dancing about her head.

Taylor was lost in the moment, dismissing any thoughts of Miranda as Percy's whore, or even as Percy's good friend who was willing to perform the ultimate favor. He didn't care which it was; she was treating him as if she was neither, so he would treat her the same way.

He slid his hands down her body, over her firm breasts, across her flat belly, to her shapely hips ... and urged her atop him...

... for his still-solid erection was beginning to twitch for her.

 

[haremfaery]

Miranda surrendered to L.T.'s kiss. He was a good kisser. He knew what he was doing. She could feel the scruff of his beard. he probably hadn't shaved since yesterday morning. It was almost time for him to shave again.

He tugged her to get on top of him. She debated for a moment. She could just get on him and ride. She was sure _he_ would have a good time. She decided she could be honest. He seemed to want this to be meaningful somehow.

"J.T., I'm not ready for you. There's lube in the drawer..."

Miranda had to admit, she had been turned on earlier, when J.T. was touching her breasts. But she never understood women who said they got off on blowjobs. Really? It didn't do a thing for her except to know that her partner was happy about it.

She either needed more foreplay, or lube if he had any intention of 'doing something' for her.

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Taylor watched her closely as she went for the drawer. She was so easy to look at; he could have been happy simply looking at her all night ... but it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

As she dug into the drawer, his mind wandered past this time, past tonight. The deal with Percy was simple: if he had a problem with someone -- an uninvited drug dealer, or a pimp working without permission out of the "Shakers" -- Taylor would quietly, efficiently, and -- if necessary -- roughly take care of the situation; and in return, Percy provided Taylor with some fun on his weekly tour through the building. It was an arrangement that had worked well for nearly a decade.

The provider of that fun revolved; sometimes it was one of Percy's more dedicated employees -- a dancer from "The Vegas Strip" -- but just as often it was on of the Wall Flowers, the beautiful women Percy paid to be in the club on busy nights, providing honey to the drones whose fat wallets were thinner once the night came to an end.

They were all beautiful women, and they all had serviced him to the best of there ability -- or the best of their willingness. And Taylor had enjoyed each and every one of them ... sometimes by taking control of the situation.

But never before tonight, had he wanted so badly to never revolve through the harem again. He was done with those other women; Miranda was the girl for him. And if that meant making some new arrangement -- with Percy, with Miranda herself, or with the both of them -- he was, by god, going to see it done.

He smiled to her as she returned to his side, thinking, yes, Miranda ... she's the girl for me.

The thought that she might not ever want to service him again never even dawned on him...

 

[haremfaery]

Miranda didn't let it show on her face, but she was disappointed that L.T. wanted to get right to the main event and not do a little more foreplay to get her motor running. His hands had felt so good on her breasts earlier.

He probably wanted her to lube herself up as well. That was a little embarrassing. She hoped he didn't want her to play with herself. That was private.

She flipped the lid on the lube and squirted it in her hand. She smeared it liberally between her lips, on her clit and and up inside. No sense wasting what was left on her hand, She took his erection and stroked it.

Miranda felt L.T.'s eyes on her the whole time and wondered what was going through his head. She straddled him and guided his cock to her slit.

((If any of this last bit is moving things too fast or in a direction you weren't planning on yet, let me know and I can edit.))

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

As she sat upon him, Taylor released a slow, deep groan, followed by a murmured, "Oh ... deary ... god ..."

She was tight, even with the lube, fitting him like the proverbial glove. She lowered herself slowly, until he was fully inside her. He made no effort to plunge hard into her, to ram her forcefully ... just having her sit there atop him was ... heaven.

Taylor laid his hands upon her thighs, caressing them and her hips. She felt so wonderful, so young, firm, fit; and it occurred to him that just as earlier he'd told himself that he could have simply sat here and stared at her all day, he felt that he could simply lay here below her as well ... simply ... inside of her.

He reached for her hands, taking them, pulling her forward. He whispered, "Lay on me ... lay with me..."

 

[haremfaery]

Miranda sniffed in a breath as she slide down L.T.'s shaft. She hadn't thought he was _that_ big. But he filled her up.

She began moving her hips, not up and down, but in a side to side sway like she was dancing. Then L.T. pulled her toward him.

"Lay on me ... lay with me..."

She complied. It seemed it didn't take much to make L.T. happy. She laid down on top of him. Her breasts squished against his chest. She traced her nose around the curve of his ear then sucked his earlobe into her mouth.


((Does L.T. have a hairy chest?))
((And I keep typing J.T. for some reason, so if I miss fixing any, sorry.))

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

He was seventeen years old again, laying on a blanket in a cove on the Oregon coast with the girl from Number 14, deep inside her, clutching her close to him, thinking they'd never leave that place -- never want to -- nor that position. He'd felt so utterly content that hot, august day; the wind had suddenly ceased, the temperature rising; they'd been flirting with one another for days and suddenly, alone with a blanket and no family near, their clothes has seemed to just disappear and they were making love before either had even said a word.

Miranda felt just like Number 14 -- he'd only learned her real name after he'd lost his virginity to her -- laying here atop him. He never wanted to leave this position, never wanted to leave this room, never wanted to leave this woman. He wanted to turn in his badge and his minivan and buy a convertible sports car and race to the Pacific with this beautiful creature sitting by his side, with her big fashionable sunglasses and her hat tied with a scarf below her chin. She would scoot to him, caress his chest, his belly, his always swollen dick, and they would have to pull over every hundred or so miles to make love on the hood or in the back seat or out in an open meadow.

He reached his hands to her buttocks, grasping them, beginning to slowly rock his hips, pushing into her, pulling out, moaning lightly and listening to her do the same.

"Run away with me," he murmured, suddenly feeling his face and neck go hot as an embarrassed blush filled his fair skin.

 

[haremfaery]

Miranda lifted up a little from L.T. He had a serene look on his face, Miranda wondered why.

She moved with him when he started to move surprising herself when she started to moan.

"Run away with me," he murmured.

Miranda pushed herself up on her hands continuing to rock against him. "What?" She said breathily unsure she heard what he had said. L.T. seemed to be taking their liaison a little too far. Or was this part of the game he wanted to play?
She decided it was best to ignore that and she pushed against him harder.