Yoga Pants (closed)

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Miranda nodded when she was asked for more wine, and watched Amelia work to the kitchen, her his swaying, the tight capri trousers emphasising her curves. She could not help noticing that during the rather sexual orientated conversation, Amelia's nipples had become more visible, protruding through the thin fabric of her spaghetti top.

She stood up and and followed her friend into the kitchen, and watched her stand at the worktop, inhaling deeply. As she exhaled, Miranda walked up close to her placing her hans on Amelia's hips and softly caressed through the thin fabric of her top,drawing circles with her finger nails...

 

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Amelia jumped slightly when she felt Miranda touch her. Her hands trembled as they gripped the glass and wine.

"Hey..." She said, her voice a little rough. "Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long." She whispered, biting her lip as Miranda's fingers caressed her hips. She swallowed hard and poured the wine, somehow managing not to spill any from her trembling fingers.

She took a long drink of wine and poured a bit more into her glass. She felt Miranda's fingers drop from her hips, but not before they drug down her body. Was that touch to her ass accidental? Amelia forced a smile as she turned, handing Miranda her glass.

"I...I should check on Lily..." She stammered and turned to go toward her daughter's room.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Miranda caressed Amelia's waist as she stood behind her, watching her arms refill the glasses; seeing the slight tremble.

She felt strange her self, unsure whether Amelia was more than flirting with her. But she also knew that over weeks Amelia had become the focus of her sexual thoughts.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long."

"You didn't Amelia... but i thought I'd come and keep you company...."

She let her hands slip away as Ameila turned to face her, offering her the glass as she did so, having taken a gulp of her own glass and cheekily refilled it.

"Thank you Amelia." she offered as Her eyes met Amelia's as she looked up at the slightlyer taller Amelia, reaching behind and placing the glass on the work top, her hand then cupping Amelia's cheek as she smiled."I...I should check on Lily..."

"Of Course... " Miranda moved to the side, but didnt move her hand as it caresed her cheek, before moving a loose lock of hair from her eyes....

Her own heart was booming in her rib cage the sudden sexual tension obvious to them both.

 

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Miranda's hand on her cheek felt soft and warm, her fingers caressing ever so lightly. Miranda stepped aside but didn't move her hand away. Amelia felt the urge to turn her face into her hand, to press her lips to her palm. Instead, Miranda moved her hand upward to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear with a smile.

The tension was thick and looming between them as their eyes held contact. Finally, Amelia cleared her throat, breaking the spell. "Ok then..." She whispered, turning and walking rather quickly toward Lily's room.

She quietly opened the door to her daughter's room. She was sleeping soundly, as she knew she would be. She leaned against the wall for a moment, taking several deep breaths. What had just happened? She'd never had such feelings toward another woman before, such an attraction. Perhaps it was merely the alcohol, it tended to make her a little more randy than usual anyway. Should she ask Miranda to leave?

No. She was enjoying her company and it would be a silly reason to kick her out just because she had a few flutters. It was probably nothing. She moved to straighten the blanket around Lily and finally turned to quietly shut her door as she left.

"Sleeping like the baby she is..." she said softly as she joined Miranda again in the living room. She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip taking her seat on the couch next to her friend, suddenly aware of the slight contact her knee made with Miranda's thigh.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Miranda was sitting on the right hand corner of the couch when Amelia returned. Her legs were curled under her bum, her brown knee high boots on the floor beside the sofa. Her Top had ridden down her shoulder, exposing her bare shoulder and the lacy strap of her soft bralette.

"Sleeping like the baby she is..."

Miranda smiled...

"And how is her mother feeling?"

As she asked, Amelia sat down, their knees touching, Miranda unsure if it was acidential or more deliberate?"

As She held her wine glass in her right hand, her left hand reached across the sofa, lightly drawing a circle with her middle finger on Amelia's exposed shoulder, as she waited for a response.

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"And how is her mother feeling?" Miranda asked, watching as Amelia sat down on the sofa. Her hand fell lazily to her bare shoulder. It could be just a friendly touch to emphasize her question, but she didn't move her hand. Instead, Miranda's fingers traced light circles on her skin.

Amelia tried to hide the sharp intake of breath at the light touch by clearing her throat and taking another long sip of wine. "I'm wide awake." She said with a smile.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I'm wide awake."

Miranda heard Amelia's sharp intake of breath but chose to ignore it - but clearly Amelia was being affected one way or another by their discussions and her physical actions.

Miranda smiled as she sipped her wine.

"I have a perfect cure for insomnia, be it on my own or with a willing assistant."

As she spoke, she pressed her painted nails slightly deeper into her friend's shoulder as she continued caressing the dimple on her shoulder, where her bra strap would normally be.

 

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Amelia chuckled softly at Miranda's comment. "Yeah...usually I have no trouble sleeping when my husband is around to cuddle. Imagine that." She shook her head. As Miranda's fingers pressed into her shoulder, she shuddered lightly and leaned slightly into the touch.

Without thinking, she adjusted herself until she could lay her head on Miranda's shoulder. Purely platonic, of course. "This is nice...you're warm and soft...perfect stand-in cuddle partner..."

 

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Mirada smiled as Amelia cuggled up into her, Miranda placing her left arm around her friend as she snuggled into her chest, her left bosum.

"Well I want necessary thinking of a cuddle Amelia maybe something a tad more energetic...." giggling as she finished speaking.

She turned and kissed Amelia's hair, as her left hand settled on her side, caressing lightly her left breast through the cotton/Lycra mix of her spaghetti top.

 

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Miranda was soft and Amelia felt instantly comfortable as her arm moved around her. She chose not to respond to Miranda's next comment, instead settling into her. She was so warm, it took a moment to realize that the sensation she was enjoying was Miranda's hand on the outside of her right breast.

The touch was gentle and barely there, but it drew a soft sigh from Amelia's lips. No woman had ever had such an effect on her before. And she wanted more. Without a word, she adjusted slightly, allowing a bit more of her breast to brush against Miranda's fingers. Her pebbled nipple clearly visible through the thin top.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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As Amelia snuggled into Miranda, Miranda snuggled into her friend, her fingers caressing her left breast as Amelia lent into Miranda's left side. Slowly they found the nipple semi erect through the flimsy material, as Miranda kissed Amelia's hair, several times, before resting her head on her friends.

The two of them sat there for a few minutes in total silence, Miranda aware of her own deep breathing...

Finally she pulled her head away as she spoke

"Amelia?" her voice almost a whisper.


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Amelia leaned into Miranda, her eyes closed. She gasped softly when she felt the light brush of Miranda's fingers over her nipple. It was brief and could have been an accident, but she knew it wasn't.

After a few moments, Miranda pulled back. "Amelia?" She said quietly. Amelia wasn't sure if she was getting her attention or asking permission. She swallowed and opened her eyes turning her face toward her.

A million thoughts went through her head. She should pull back. Stop this. She was married. This was silly. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening. But she didn't pull away.

"Hmm?" was her only response.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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As her friend leant back slightly to look up at her, Miranda smiled and winked softly

Her lips brushed against her friends, light tender; her tongue tracing the outline of Amelia's lips as her finger pinched the nipple softly.

 

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The first touch of her lips was like a shock of electricity. Unexpected. She'd never kissed a woman before. Miranda's lips were much softer than a man's, mouth slightly smaller. She moaned gently, returning the pressure of her lips.

The pinch on her nipple brought it immediately to an almost painful point and she moaned again, pressing her breast into Miranda's palm.

 

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As Amelia started to respond, Miranda picked up the tempo, whilst striving to maintain a sensualness rarely encountered with a male. Her palm felt Amelia's breast press it self further, as her own breasts, body responded, desired to be touched.

She moved her right hand to cup Amelia's cheek, chin as she finally deepened the kiss, parting her lips with her tongue, tasting the wine on her teeth, and lips.

Miranda inhaled deeply as she finally broke the kiss, meeting the gaze of her new lover.