Angela sat there, staring across the table, smiling sweetly . "That was one of the most fantastic dinners I have ever had, Miranda."
"Anything for my sweet mistress," Miranda replied, rising to gather the dishes.
Angela puts her hand on Miranda's arm, "Why don't we leave the dishes for later, sweetie." Miranda's eyes grew wider as Angela gave her a slightly mischievous smile. Angela rose, and taking Miranda by her slightly trembling hand, led her to the bedroom.
"Excuse me for a moment," said Angela as she walked toward the bathroom.
Miranda looked around the room, slightly awestruck by all that had happened. Here she was 500 miles from home, with this beautiful, seemingly too perfect woman whom she'd met online. They'd talked for months, instantly hit it off, and became great friends. Miranda knew by Angela's tone, and the way she spoke of mutual respect and admiration, that she was different than other mistresses, at least any she had previously imagined.
The bathroom door opened, Angela stood there in the doorway, she could've stopped a freight train with that look. She wore a sexy, black, lace and silk bustier, with garters, stockings, and heels, her hair cascading over her shoulders and those beautiful eyes looking straight at Miranda. Miranda sat there, dumbfounded at her beauty, unable to move as Angela approached.
"God, you are more beautiful than I even imagined," Miranda finally was able to say.
"Yes, and so are you my little toy," she replied, reaching out and lightly touching Miranda's hair. Stepping closer, she asked "Would you do something for me, Miranda?"
"Oh, anything for you, my beautiful mistress!"
"Would you undress for me?"
Without saying another word, Miranda rose, moved to the center of the room. She ran her fingers through her hair, closed her eyes for a moment, and slowly swayed to the jazz music softly playing. Angela sat on the nearest chair, crossing her sexy legs and never taking her eyes off Miranda. Miranda slowly danced across the room, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her sexy, white lace bra, just barely containing her breasts. She moved toward Angela, walking her sexiest, her blouse pulled down from her shoulders, smiling straight into the eyes of her mistress. In front of her mistress, she turned, let her blouse slide off into mistress's lap, and took a few steps away. She grasped her skirt, slightly, letting it slide just a little over her hips, slowly moving her behind to the music. As she slowly turned to face Angela, she slid her hands down her body and unzipped the skirt, which dropped to the floor. There she stood before her mistress, in her white bra, panties, nude stockings, and heels, softly swaying to the music, and running her hands over her body. Miranda slowly unhooked her bra, let it slide from her shoulders, arched her back a bit and slowly danced in a circle. Stepping closer, Miranda held her breasts together, offering them to her mistress, who leaned forward to plant a kiss on each one, then promptly sat back, watching Miranda. Miranda stepped out of her heels, and planted a foot on the chair in which her mistress sat. She ran her hand down her leg, bringing her stocking with it, which she then dragged across the body of her mistress and let it fall. Switching legs, she repeated, but this time Angela couldn't resist leaning forward and planting a kiss on her thigh. Miranda closed her eyes as electricty seemingly shot through her. Miranda danced softly across the room once more, her white panties visibly wet. She moved to within 3 feet of her mistress, turned her back to her, and slowly, sexily, slid her panties down, feeling Angela's gaze as she bent over to slide them down. Slowly turning around, she saw Angela looking her up and down, smiling.
"Such a sexy little toy, my sweet Miranda," Angela said as she rose to her.
Miranda stood there, slightly blushing. "So sexy," as she leaned forward to kiss her.