Day 7: Car Sex
The hum of the engine was the only sound in the back of the sleek black limo as it glided through the city streets. The world outside was a blur, but within the confines of the luxurious vehicle, the tension between Miranda and Andrea was palpable. They sat side by side, both silent, but the air between them crackled with unspoken anticipation.
The day had been long, filled with meetings and photoshoots, but as always, Miranda maintained her icy composure. Andrea, on the other hand, could feel the weight of their earlier moments pressing down on her, the thrill of their secret encounters still fresh in her mind. She had spent the entire day thinking about it—about the way Miranda had looked at her, the way her hands had moved over her body, the way her touch had left her trembling.
And now, in the privacy of the limo, Andrea couldn't resist the pull any longer.
She glanced sideways at Miranda, who sat with her usual poised grace, her eyes focused on her phone as she scrolled through emails. But there was something different tonight. A slight tension in her shoulders, a subtle shift in her posture that betrayed her weariness. Miranda was always in control, always calm and collected—but Andrea had come to know her well enough to sense the moments when that composure began to crack.
And this was one of those moments.
Andrea's heart raced as she leaned slightly closer, her breath catching in her throat as her fingers brushed lightly against Miranda's thigh. The limo's tinted windows gave them complete privacy, the world outside unaware of the tension building inside. Her touch was tentative at first, testing the waters, waiting for Miranda's reaction.
Miranda's eyes flickered briefly, her breath hitching just the slightest bit, though her gaze remained fixed on her phone. But Andrea could feel it—the subtle shift in Miranda's body, the way her thigh tensed beneath her touch.
Taking that as a sign, Andrea's hand moved higher, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of Miranda's skirt. She could feel the heat radiating off her, the quiet invitation in the way Miranda's legs parted just slightly, giving her the access she sought.
"You shouldn't," Miranda said softly, her voice low and filled with warning, though there was no conviction in her tone. Her eyes remained on her phone, her expression unreadable, but Andrea knew better. Miranda's body was giving her away.
Andrea leaned closer, her breath warm against Miranda's ear as her hand slid higher, her fingers brushing against the hem of Miranda's skirt, teasing the soft skin beneath. "But you want me to," Andrea whispered, her voice filled with quiet confidence.
Miranda's breath hitched again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned her head, finally meeting Andrea's gaze. "You're getting bold, Andrea," she murmured, her voice thick with something darker, something filled with desire.
Andrea's lips curled into a smile as her fingers continued their slow ascent, brushing over the edge of Miranda's panties. "I've learned from the best," she replied softly, her breath warm against Miranda's neck as her hand pressed more insistently against her, teasing the wetness she could already feel through the thin fabric.
Miranda let out a soft, involuntary moan, her phone slipping from her fingers as her body responded to Andrea's touch. Her usual control was slipping, and Andrea reveled in the power she held in that moment. Miranda Priestly, the ice queen of Runway, was at her mercy.
Andrea's fingers slid beneath the fabric of Miranda's panties, her touch light but deliberate as she teased her folds, feeling the heat and wetness already pooling there. Miranda's breath came faster now, her body betraying the desire she had tried so hard to keep hidden.
"You're already so wet," Andrea whispered, her voice filled with both surprise and satisfaction as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Miranda's neck. "I barely touched you."
Miranda's lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her hips rocked subtly against Andrea's hand, seeking more. "Andrea," she gasped softly, her voice trembling with need. "Don't… stop."
Andrea smiled against Miranda's skin, her fingers moving with more purpose now, sliding between her slick folds as she stroked her, teasing her clit with soft, deliberate movements. The sound of Miranda's soft moans filled the limo, mixing with the hum of the engine, creating a symphony of pleasure that made Andrea's own body ache with desire.
"You like this, don't you?" Andrea murmured softly, her fingers pressing harder against Miranda's clit, drawing out another soft gasp. "You like it when I touch you."
Miranda's eyes fluttered closed, her control slipping further with every stroke of Andrea's fingers. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible as her hips bucked against Andrea's hand, her body craving more. "God… yes."
Andrea's hand moved faster now, her fingers circling Miranda's clit with expert precision, her other hand slipping around to cup Miranda's breast through her blouse. She could feel Miranda trembling beneath her touch, could hear the quiet desperation in her breathless moans.
"Let go, Miranda," Andrea whispered, her voice low and filled with command as she pressed her fingers harder, her thumb brushing against Miranda's clit in perfect rhythm. "No one can see us… it's just you and me."
Miranda's breath came faster, her body arching into Andrea's touch as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, and Andrea could feel it—the way her body trembled, the way her breath caught with each movement.
"Come for me," Andrea whispered, her lips brushing against Miranda's ear as her fingers moved faster, harder, driving Miranda closer and closer to the brink. "I want to see you fall apart."
At Andrea's command, Miranda's body finally gave in. Her orgasm tore through her, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into Andrea's arm as she rode out the aftershocks, her body completely at Andrea's mercy.
Andrea continued to stroke her through the release, her fingers gentle now as she helped Miranda come down from the intensity of her orgasm. When it was finally over, Miranda slumped back against the leather seat, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The limo was quiet, the tension between them finally broken, replaced by the warmth of satisfaction. Miranda's eyes remained closed, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of her release.
Andrea smiled softly, her hand still resting gently on Miranda's thigh as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "You're incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.
Miranda opened her eyes slowly, her gaze locking onto Andrea's, her expression softer than usual, filled with something deeper than just lust. "You've certainly become a distraction," she murmured, her lips curling into a faint smile. "One I find myself unable to resist."
Andrea's heart swelled at the words, her body still buzzing with the excitement of what they had just shared. "Maybe I'll distract you more often," she teased, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Miranda's thigh.
Miranda let out a soft, amused sigh, her eyes glinting with something playful. "I'd expect nothing less from you," she replied, her voice warm. "But next time… you'll be the one falling apart."