On rainy days most people's favourite thing to do was to relax at home on the couch and today, Andy wanted to do just that. But not only did she have to run errands while walking through a storm, but that night she had an event to attend with Miranda.

She had run around the city to pick up skirts from Chanel. Of course, it couldn't wait for tomorrow, it had to be done right away. Miranda simply had to see the new collection before the function.

Her hair and makeup were done before she left Runway, but since she had to walk in the rain it was now ruined.

Great, it would be yet another thing Miranda would probably be pissed about, on top of it being highly unlikely she would be ready to accompany her to the event on time.

She hurried from the cab to the Elias Clarke building with the skirts. The guys at Chanel had packed them so they wouldn't get ruined by the rain.

Once she arrived at the Runway, she ran towards Miranda's office and dropped them off. Miranda was nowhere to be seen and was surely in the closet getting ready. Rushing towards the beauty department, Andy realised the halls were empty. Serena had probably already left for the day. No-one would be there to fix her makeup or hair. Shit!

"Okay Sachs, you can do this." Andy murmured, as she sat at one of the vanities and started to run a brush through her hair and to blow dry it.

Suddenly Miranda, in an absolutely breathtaking cocktail dress, was stood behind her, gazing at her through the mirror. The older woman's eyes sparkled as she stepped closer and took the blow dryer from Andy's hands seductively. "Here, let me help you." Miranda knew for sure what an effect she had on the young woman, and they flirted shamelessly whenever they were alone. Miranda parted Andy's hair and started to blow dry it like a pro.

Andy's hand moved unconsciously, played daringly around her cleavage while they made eye contact with one another through the mirror.

Andy had serious problems when they flirted. Every time it happened she got a massive hard-on for the woman. It was only ever for Miranda. She had never gotten hard around any men or other women.

But Miranda didn't know that Andy had a rather large cock. The only person who knew was Nigel since he dressed her often. He was a master in hiding it, even though each time he did so, he said what a shame and waste it was.

Having Miranda touch her hair was not helpful in the 'hard dick' department. Because it was just that, achingly hard. Trying to hide it. Andy folded her hands over the bulge under her skirt.

Miranda finished with Andy's hair quickly and spinning the stool, started touching up her makeup, highlighting her eyes and full red lips. "I'm sorry you got all wet out there," Miranda muttered in a low, husky voice as she stepped back admiring her handiwork.

If Andy didn't know better she would have thought Miranda wanted to fuck her right then and there. Turning around she gazed at herself in the mirror. "It looks so professional, Miranda. Thank you very much." Andy was grateful that the torture was over, but Miranda would see her it as thanks for her help.

"It's like riding a bike, I guess. Working at a hair salon during College clearly paid off." Miranda stated. Her hands ran through Andy's long, brown curls, touching her scalp lightly.

Andy's cock was getting harder by the second. "Um...okay, I'd better hurry and change, we need to leave soon," Andy said. Standing up, she almost ran from the beauty department. She grabbed her dress from the closet and went to the closest bathroom to change.

She sighed in relief once she was alone. Miranda would be the death of her. She wanted nothing more than to lay the older woman down and make love to her. She would love the chance to fuck her long and hard. It was something she thought about more now, especially since Stephen, the cheating bastard, was out of the picture.

It sometimes felt like Miranda's divorce had opened the floodgates to her imagination. No longer could she tamper her vivid fantasies by telling herself it was wrong to think about her very married boss that way. She would love to make a move, but she was afraid Miranda would think she was a freak, once she found out she had both a large cock and a tight pussy.

Andy got rid of her clothes and freed her cock from the confines of her underwear. She needed some release if she was to walk behind Miranda's gorgeous ass all night.

Unable to resist, she started stroking herself slowly thinking about Miranda touching and flirting with her. She rubbed herself and threw her head back. It felt amazing. She'd never had to jerk off at the office before, but today had been too much. Miranda was at her most flirtatious, and it drove her crazy. Andy wondered if Miranda would like her to slide her hard cock into her, or if she'd run away, scared and creeped out by her.

Instead of her allowing dark thoughts to overwhelm her, Andy thought about how she would make Miranda come. She stroked herself faster, her grip becoming firmer, with images of the editor splayed under her running through her mind. She finally exploded all over the sink. She was so relieved but also guilty.

Cleaning herself up, she was able to think straight again. She got dressed in a low cut Stella McCartney cocktail dress and slipped her feet into sky-high Christian Louboutin pumps. She cleaned the bathroom efficiently before leaving the room to pick up Miranda from her office. "Are you ready to leave, Miranda?" Andy asked, hovering in the doorway of the editor's office.

"Yes."Miranda glanced up and her eyes widened a little. "You look wonderful, Andrea." She offered a large, genuine smile. She pushed the skirts, Andy had run across half of Manhattan for, to one side.

~x~

The event saw them mingling and Andy was in her usual efficient assistant-mode, making sure Miranda knew all the guest's names and their professions. Miranda played with fire all evening. She didn't let a chance to touch her Andréa pass by. They had stood quite close multiple times while Andy whispered her names in her ear. One time Miranda's hand accident my brushed against Andy's crotch and she'd needed to pull herself together so she wouldn't get aroused by the slightest touch.

"I'm ready to leave, Andrea. Should Roy and I take you home or would you like to stay and enjoy the bar?" Miranda had stayed above her requisite time.

"I will happily go home. It was a tough week, after all." Andy stepped away to gather their coats and call Roy.

Once in the car, Miranda shamelessly started flirting with her again. She smiled as she touched her arm lightly, taking about some gossip they had heard.

Andy crossed her legs and tried to ignore the fact that she was hard and throbbing for Miranda. She turned away from the older woman a little to make sure she couldn't see anything. She tried to ignore the flirting.

"Andrea, come." They had arrived at the townhouse. Andy thought they must have more work to do after Miranda invited her in. Frankly, it would be a welcome distraction if she did have to work. Once inside, Miranda led her into the living room and poured them each a drink. "I hope a nightcap is acceptable,'' Miranda said, her fingers brushing Andy's hand as she handed her a whiskey.

They sat next to each other on the couch and talked about the successful week they'd had.

Andy was staring at Miranda's lips the entire time she spoke and she wanted to do just one thing. Kiss them.

It was like Miranda read her mind. She leaned in to kiss her softly. "Am I right to assume this is something we both want?" She asked.

"Yes, Miranda. I definitely do but I... " Miranda cut her off by kissing her again this time more passionately. When Miranda's hands touched her breast, she broke the kiss and moaned. Miranda trailed them down towards her crotch area, but Andy took her hands and pulled them around her neck as she kissed her again this time longer. Andy was lost in the brush of Miranda's lips against hers and when Miranda straddled her it was unexpected.

Miranda gasped, stopping the kisses and pulled away to look at Andy.

Andy's eyes fell closed. She must have felt it. Her cock. She prepared herself for the worst verbal lashing. But it didn't come. Andy opened her eyes slowly and spotted Miranda's raised eyebrow.

The older woman scooted away slightly and placed her hand lightly against Andy's dress covered cock to feel it. "Andrea, you…I mean you...Do you have a…"

"...A large throbbing cock? Yes." She swallowed nervously. "Is it freaking you out yet? " She asked still expecting the worst.

Miranda moved off Andy's lap to push her dress up and tear her panties off before doing the same to the brunette. She ripped through the fabric of Andy's lace panties, glad they were both wearing dresses. The younger woman's words had turned her on like hell and she wanted to be fucked with that impressively hard cock instantly.

"No, most definitely not freaked out," Miranda said, stepping forward and kissing Andy passionately as she straddled her. Andy's cock nestled between them. "Fuck me, Andrea. I need you to fuck me hard. Now." Miranda begged.

It was the sexiest thing Andy had ever heard come out of Miranda's hot, lethal mouth and she didn't need to be told twice. She gripped Miranda's hips and lifted her slightly.

Miranda rubbed her pussy against Andy's cock and moaned loudly. Her arousal coating the dick. "Oh wow! " Miranda breathed. "That feels incredible, Andrea. Inside please." The plea was torn from Miranda's throat.

"Are you sure Miranda?" Andy asked.

"Fuck, yes. No more waiting." Miranda moaned, snaring Andy's lips in another searing kiss.

Miranda lifted herself further and Andy eased herself slowly inside Miranda's slick pussy. "Oh fuck! Miranda, you are tight as hell." Andy groaned. The words made Miranda's pussy quiver and squeeze Andy's hard member.

They both moaned as they adjusted to the new situation quickly and Miranda started riding Andy. Slow at first, feeling every inch of her inside. "God, I had known...ugh..." Miranda was panting. "...I would have fucked you sooner." She moaned.

"Faster Miranda, please." Andy was doing her own begging now.

"Mm, you like my pussy around you, don't you?" Miranda asked, increasing the speed.

"Yessss, God, yessss. You feel wonderful around me. I've wanted you for so long...Ohhh, fuck!." Andy couldn't help but jerk her hips to Miranda's rhythm.

Miranda stopped suddenly and raised herself. Andy arched up and started pounding into her from beneath her. Miranda screamed but before she was able to get her release Andy stopped. "Nooo don't stop.". Miranda pleaded breathlessly.

Andy almost threw Miranda on the couch and spread her legs wide. She took her cock and slid it through her folds.

"Please, please, please. I need to come so badly." Miranda whimpered.

Andy pushed inside her in one swift hard move and started to pound her again as hard as before.

"FUCK! YESSSS! " Miranda shouted. She squeezed around Andy tightly as she came.

Andy eased Miranda through her powerful orgasm, slowing down a little as the older woman continued to pulse around her. She pulled out and turned Miranda around before entering her from behind.

"Oh no, I can't….I can't...not again." Miranda moaned.

Andy slapped their bodies together in a furious battle. "You can and you will. Circle your clit with your thumb, Miranda." Andy demanded as she grabbed Miranda's hips and pushed in her forcefully. "Oh fuck, Miranda. I'm about to shoot my load into your sweet, tight pussy." Andy groaned as she pushed them both over the edge, her hips jerking as she unloaded all of her cum into the woman below her. It felt amazing having Miranda clench around her as she climaxed.

Miranda was still laying on her front, her ass still up in the air and with Andy still inside her. Andy caressed Miranda's back in soothing circles, still breathing hard.

"God, I think that was one of the best fucks I've had in my entire life." Miranda husked, still breathless.

"Tell me about it. Jesus, I just fucked the hottest woman I know." Andy muttered, easing herself out of Miranda gently as she could.

Miranda turned to lie on her back and pulled Andy in her arms. "You do realise I will require that a lot."

Andy kissed her softly. "I'm sure that can be arranged, Miranda."

THE END