Morning with Miranda

While Sarah makes her calls for help you're left alone with the giggly Miranda, who continues to flirt at you, flaunting her bare chest and pawing at your crotch like a **** animal. You try to bat her away but she cannot be dissuaded for long, meanwhile your traitorous dick rises to the cause once more, suggesting another way of dealing with her. She lunges for your crotch again, but this time you were too slow to block her and both her hands land firmly on your solid erection. A broad smile spreads across her face as she realizes what she's feeling and before you can utter a word of protest she stands up, throws a long smooth leg over you and straddles your lap, her bare pussy grinding against your erection and her breasts pushed into your face. Instinctively you grab her hips firmly, though you're not sure if you intend to push her away or pull her close.

Before you can decide either way the door opens and Sarah returns, hanging up her phone. "That was Matt." She tells you nonplussed, barely glancing at the writhing Miranda in your lap. "I couldn't get Nicole but he says that he'll pick her up on the way. Which means, before they get here, we have to do something about Miranda." Your dick twitches at the implication and Miranda giggles, "I like where this is going."

"Not like that you horny bimbo." Sarah rolls her eyes. "I meant that you need to put some clothes on."

"But Sarah." Miranda pouts "I feel plenty comfortable in this, and I think John likes it too" When she says this she pushes her chest towards you, her 36C breasts nearly smacking you in the face. "That may be Miranda," Sarah sighs, "but I'm not sure Nicole and Matt will appreciate it."
"Oh, I know Matt will appreciate." Miranda giggles. "And I bet I could convince Nicole to come around."

"Fine." Sarah shrugs, giving up suspiciously easily. "Guess we'll do something else then, you two stay right there I'll be right back." When Sarah says that she leaves the room again and you hear her footsteps going up the stairs. You're not sure what Sarah is doing but, through sheer willpower you stay still, not even kissing Miranda back as she throws herself at you. Fortunately you don't have to withstand for long before Sarah returns, opening the door with a bundle of clothes in her hand.

She doesn't say anything to Miranda as she walks up behind her, only announcing her presence by kissing Mirandas neck. Miranda coos from the sensation and leans back, kissing Sarah over her shoulder. As they kiss Sarah runs her hands up Mirandas chest to her underarms, before gently pushing Mirandas hands up above her head, caressing them as she does. With Mirandas hands in the air Sarah briefly lets go and grabs the top piece of fabric from the pile. Quickly throwing it over Mirandas outstretched arms Sarah yanks it downwards, revealing that it is a tight fitting tube top. She quickly gets it over Mirandas boobs before she can realize and when her hands pull at it Sarah distracts her with another kiss.

It was a very smooth move you must admit. Sarah probably has experiences doing the same thing but in reverse, elegantly stripping clothes off her conquests without them noticing. Covering Mirandas lower modesty seems like it will be more of a challenge, especially with her legs spread as she straddles you. As if reading your mind Sarah drops another garment into your lap, without ever breaking her kiss with Miranda. Picking it up you think it must be a belt at first, until you notice the zip at the ends and you realize that it must be a scandalously short skirt.

You take Sarahs hint and begin putting it on Miranda, wrapping it around her waist as best you can while sitting under her. Zipping it up on her left side you look at your handiwork and see that all of Mirandas nether regions are visible. You try to tug the skirt down but its still short enough that a single strong breeze could expose her. "That'll have to do." You think, looking up at Sarah who has been watching you out of the corner of her eye even while kissing Miranda. You nod to signal you're done and she breaks the kiss with Miranda.

Without the red haired girls kisses to distract her Miranda finally notices the clothes that magically appeared on her. Instantly she moves to pull them off but you and Sarah distract her. "Let's go watch some TV." Sarah says, with the same tone you'd use on a toddler. "If that's what you want." Miranda shrugs. You all go sit in the front room, Miranda sitting very very close to you as Sarah turns on the TV and gives the remote to Miranda. She flicks through the channels absentmindedly, leaning on your shoulder. You notice she has one hand gently teasing her pussy under her skirt even as she flicks through the channels.

Eventually she reaches the softporn channels way up in the 900s and she settles on one of them, watching intently as a busty blonde pornstar squeezes her boobs surrounded by fluffy pillows. You're just glad that she's not paying attention to Tom, who still sits **** in the armchair at the head of the table just a short way from you. Sitting forward you share a knowing look with Sarah before the pair of you settle in waiting for the cavalry.