Miranda felt much better now that she was out of the elevator. She could still hear the rush of thoughts from the multitude of people at the party, but now they were as low and muffled as the actual conversation around her. It was amazing how their thoughts betrayed them. One distinguished gentleman was nodding his head and listening to an associate, but his thoughts only echoed 'asshole, what an idiot.'
Excusing herself to the lady's room, she discreetly went into a private stall and wiped away the cum that was dribbling down her leg. It was a wonder how no one noticed it. She had never had sex anywhere within hours of being with her husband, and it was still a little overwhelming to imagine that she had enjoyed two men and a woman within feet of Charles. After finishing her business she retired to the washroom, where she adjusted her makeup and made sure her hair was in perfect order. As she did so, two young women emerged from the bathroom, gossiping freely. They both paused and looked at Miranda, exchanging greetings. The first lady left to return to the party, while the second, a stunning blonde named Gail, moved up next to her to adjust her own makeup.
They made small talk, laughing about how both their husbands were obviously off making a killing on new business ventures. Between comments Miranda could hear Gail's thoughts, almost like a whisper. 'God, you look good enough to eat.' and 'You aren't wearing anything under that dress, are you?' Miranda said it was time to get back to the party, but Gail said she had to go and 'take care of some business.' But again, her thoughts betrayed her ... 'Too bad you can't join me ... we'd have a great time.' She returned to one of the private bathroom stalls while Miranda headed for the door. She could hear the sounds of the party outside, and an erotically wicked thought came over her. She closed her eyes and allowed a thought to be issued forth, seeing if her newfound abilities would obey. The party outside fell silent, and she looked back at the door to the stall occupied by a woman she now had all the time in the world with.
Miranda could hear the low hum of a vibrator, and Gail's muffled moans. Miranda could tell she was fantasizing about the two of them locked in a glorious 69, eagerly tending to each other's sex with their tongues. She quietly opened the door and spied inside. As she expected, Gail had her gown up around her waist, her thong panties her wrapped around one ankle, and she was running a small pink vibrator up and down her wet slit. Miranda's heart skipped, for the woman's pussy was absolutely succulent, completely devoid of all hair except a thin wisp of platinum peach fuzz. She couldn't be more than 25 or so. Although she had previously enjoyed women going down on her on just those two occasions, Miranda never remotely considered herself bisexual. They had done all the work and she hadn't even kissed them, or their bodies. But now, all she could think of was wrapping this beautiful woman's pussy around her face and giving in to lesbian lust to it's fullest.
Knowing she didn't need to close the door, as no one would be bothering them, she did so out of habit. Besides, even though the rest of the world was frozen in time, this was to be a private moment just between the two of them. As Gail had her eyes closed tightly, being deep in her fantasy, Miranda quietly crept up to Gail and stood before her. Pulling her dress off again ... she wondered if she should even bother putting it back on ... she quietly lowered herself to her knees. She moved between Gail's legs, until she was too close to go back. Gently placing her hands on her new lover's thighs, Gail jumped and squealed as her eyes shot open, instinctively trying to close her legs. Miranda softly smiled at her and kept her legs open. Gently taking the vibrator from her, she placed it against her lips and licked Gail's heady scent off the toy. She then focused her attention on the woman's soft labia, pink and opened to her like a beckoning flower.
"Is this the fantasy you wanted?" Miranda asked, sliding her hands up along the outside of the woman's thighs. Without waiting for an answer she pressed her face against the woman's sex, grabbing her soft ass with both hands to pull her pussy harder against her tongue. She had never done this before, never wanted to do this before, but now it was all she could think about. Gail let out another squeal, this time one of pleasure mixed with surprise. She wasn't sure how this woman knew what sexual desires she had, but they were right on the mark. Her surprise turned to moans, and she started running her fingers through Miranda's thick hair, encouraging her to continue. She wiggled her thighs to get that perfect pressure against her longing clit.
Miranda was also moving, enjoying the softness of Gail's legs as they gently caressed and moved back and forth across her swaying breasts. She would move and twist so as to excite and tantalize her own nipples as she moved. Gail kept moaning, and Miranda's hands wandered over her body as Becky had done to her. With a little encouragement, Gail unfastened her dress from around her neck, exposing her large breasts to Miranda's eyes. Although obvious she had 'enhanced' her bustline, Miranda marveled at such large offerings that were firm and succulent. Miranda moved up to enjoy her erect nipples riding high on her massive breasts, and Gail squeezed her legs together, trying to press her entire body against Miranda's.
Miranda had always wondered what men saw in a woman's sex. They were all obsessed by it. But, she admitted, she could easily get obsessed with 'it' as well. The way the thin slick lips moved with her tongue, up to her clitoris, so easy to find now that it was excited. She was used to the taste and scent of her own excitement, but this was different ... very different. Dipping her tongue into the depths of a hole made to accommodate the thick shaft of a man's cock going in, and the head of a baby coming out. It was the obvious opposite of a man's penis, tender and soft. With a man your attention hovered above his body, whereas, with a woman, you moved closely into her depths. She had never felt anything so personal before. She admitted that getting into a 69 at this point would be most erotic ... or having a man take position between her legs to slide into her pussy from behind would make her excitement complete.
Needing to give her own pussy attention, she pulled back and maneuvered Gail onto the thick, plush carpeting. She then moved over the woman's eager tongue, settling her own pussy down for a pleasure ride. Miranda let out a whimper of pleasure herself as Gail wrapped her arms around her legs, grabbed her ass and pulled the welcome treat onto her face. Miranda didn't know if Gail was as inexperienced as she, but she definitely knew how to tickle her fancy. Her tongue was gentler than a man's, and much more knowing as to the sensitive areas that pleased her most. Laying down on top of her, Miranda returned to the welcome wetness she had created between Gail's legs. The only sounds emanating from them were a symphony of muffled moans and slurps.
A thought whispered in Miranda's mind as she pressed her tongue deep into Gail feminine folds. This idea excited her so much she felt her pussy spasm against Gail's talented tongue. Never had she cum with another woman. As her spasms slowly subsided, Miranda twisted around and lay face to face with her lover, exchanging a wild open-mouthed kiss, allowing them both the pleasure of tasting their love juices on the other woman's lips. As they kissed they gyrated their interlocked legs, trying to continue stimulating each other's clits. Miranda pulled back and stood up, helping Gail to her feet.
"Lets go." Miranda ordered. Gail looked at her fearfully.
"Go where?" She asked.
"To find your husband." Miranda answered. "So he can watch." Gail was very excited by this prospect, again wondering how this mysterious woman knew exactly what she wanted. She started to put her dress back on, but Miranda stopped her. "You won't need that." Gail wrinkled her brow.
"We can't go out there like this ... naked." Gail protested.
"Sure we can." Miranda assured. "Watch."
Miranda opened the door and walked into the outer washroom. Gail watched her juicy rear end as she sauntered away, self-assured and unafraid. Gail listened, and heard the outer door leading back to the party, open. There was silence. Reaching down, she picked up Miranda's filmy black dress, and headed out, cautiously following her. Holding her dress to cover her chest, she left the rest bunched around her waist, keeping her just eaten-out-sex exposed. Her panties were left behind in the stall along with the pink vibrator.
Although Gail wasn't about to go outside, even if she was preceded by a crazy naked woman, she wondered why there were no sounds coming from outside. Was everyone staring in disbelief at a Lady Godiva walking through their midst? Finally, curiosity got the better of her, and she cracked the outer door open an inch or so to peer out. What she saw was beyond belief.
The entire room seemed to be frozen in time. Everyone was there, motionless. The first person who caught her eye was Katie, her friend who had left minutes earlier. But she was only a few feet outside the door, in mid-stride to return to their small gathering of friends and business associates. And there was Miranda, in all her naked glory, walking around the room with the confidence and self-assuredness of a woman not even aware that she was naked. She went from person to person, looking into their eyes. Occasionally she would see someone she recognized and comment ... "well, Chuck, you always wanted to see me naked ... here I am." Then she noticed Gail, creeping out of the bathroom, mouth open and dress hiked around her waist.
