Chapter 39

While the cats away.

This account was compiled through review of the loft security feeds and later discussion with some of the participants.

Wednesday Morning

The two woman were asleep. The smaller one, a cute pixie of a girl, was cradled in the arms of the older middle aged bombshell. There was a light sheet over them. They occupied a bed which was no smaller than nine feet by nine feet, An Alaskan King. The largest commercially available bed in the United States. A full twenty four inches longer than a California King. Plenty big enough to support the two women and the large basket which was acting as a temporary bassinet for the tiny newborn who was finally asleep.

The smaller woman had a slight vestigial pouch, which along with her slightly enlarged breasts, was the last remnant of her previous pregnancy. She had brown hair, cut short. Her features made her cute rather than beautiful. But she was very cute in that Lolita kind of way.

The woman was old enough to be her mother. She had high cheekbones and features than conveyed her classical beauty, like a runway model only a year or two past her prime. Her tight body was pressed against the younger woman’s. Her breasts pressed against the girls back. Her pelvis up against the girls tight ass. The woman’s arm snaked around and her hand cupped the girl’s breast, her thumb absentmindedly thumbing the girls right nipple.

Finally the girl stirred and called out over her shoulder. “Miranda, as divine as that feels right now I don’t think I’m ready for sex yet.”

“What?” the woman responded, then realized what she was doing.

“Sorry Emily.”

She released the girl and turned on to her back.

“Shhhh. Oliver still asleep.”

“Finally.” Emily whispered back. “Let me see if I can get cleaned up.”

“Go ahead.”

By the time Emily ran through the shower and ran a brush through her wet hair she found Miranda changing the baby.

“Here you go,” the woman said handing the baby off to its mother.

Emily laid back down on the bed, sitting against the headboard and fed little Oliver his breakfast. After grabbing a towel from the side table she burped him and then held him until he fell asleep once more. The baby was still in the initial eat, sleep, shit pattern. She placed him back in the basket and slipped into the closet to pick out something to wear, knowing the little tyke was safe enough in the basket. Dressing in the closet she checked it’s full length mirror and slipped on a pair of loafers.

By the time she returned Miranda was out of the bathroom and pulling on a robe. The woman’s suitcases were still in the guest room, even though she had not spent the night there since arriving just after Oliver’s birth.

Seeing Miranda, Emily moved up to her and laid a glass melting kiss on the middle aged looker. Then she grabbed her hand and led her to the bed.

“You said you weren’t ready for sex,” Miranda said between kisses.

“Just a warm up,” Emily said. The the pixie girl stood up and walked over to a side table. It looked like it had a cabinet door, but when Emily pulled it became evident it actually had a large drawer.

Emily began to dig into storage. She pulled out a large blue silicone double headed dildo which she absentmindedly placed on the bed. Next was a nine inch vibrator, which she tossed next to the dildo. Finally she pulled out an odd shaped device.

“It’s called a rabbit,” she said to Miranda. “Here have fun.”

Then the slight brunette collected Oliver.

In the great room Emily found Cheyenne dusting down the flat surfaces with a Swifter duster. The redhead was dressed in a flirty lace trimmed black skirt with a white apron. Her stomach was bare and the white lace topped black cups barely covered her lovely breasts. A black and white cloth collar banded her neck and was topped by a black and white fan hat, pinned in her auburn locks. A white lace garter graced her left leg, though she wore no stockings.

“You look good enough to eat Cheyenne,” the pixie girl said.

The cook/maid flipped up her skirt to show she was commando.

“Buffet’s always open.”

Emily licked her lips.

“As delightful as that sounds I think maybe you’d better pick up the bedroom.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she said winking.

Cheyenne knew something was going on as she moved down the hall. Emily seldom interfered in household tasks. The maid had a system that resulted in all of the rooms being straightened and cleaned every day.

When she opened the door the first thing she heard was: “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” highlighted by a buzzing sound.

Laid out on the bed was Miranda Sharp, Darla’s mother, who Cheyenne was sharp enough to know had spent every night she stayed in the loft in the master bedroom. She cleaned the rooms. It was evident which beds had been slept in and which had not.

Miranda was naked and had some kind of device in her hand pressed against her sex. Her body was flexing in a way that indicated she was very close to release. Cheyenne licked her lips as a flush ran through her body at the sight. The elder Sharp was every bit a sexy as Darla, who had her way with the redheaded maid on more than one occasion.

Being that her skirt was the only barrier to her shaved quim Cheyenne flipped it out of the way and ran a finger down through her own slit. She was not surprised to find it leaking. She could already feel how wet she was. She let Miranda keep moving the device as she thrusts her fingers into her own slit.

Finally she said, “Seems a shame you’re having to use your Battery Operated Boyfriend there when there’s a helping hand right here.”

Miranda’s hand stopped and her head popped up like a gopher. A flush ran down her face all the way to her breasts as she realized she was being watched.

Cheyenne approached the bed. Seeing the blue silicone double headed dildo laying there she reach for it before climbing on to the bed. She approached Miranda on all fours, like a lioness stalking her prey. The older woman moved her hand holding the device from between her legs so that Cheyenne could moved between them.

The redhead kissed her, her leg dropping between Miranda’s so that she could rub their sexes together as they kissed. They spent a few minuted making out as Cheyenne rubbed her body on the supine form of the other woman.

Finally she reached down and began to rub the head of the dildo at the mouth of Miranda’s slit. First she just rubbed it up and down the lips, moistening it with the woman’s dew. Then she rubbed the head over Miranda’s clit and the woman moaned. Finally she placed it at her opening and used her hand to push it into the moaning woman.

When she had seven or so inched buried in her she moved so that she could place the other end at the mouth of her own cunt. She then moved forward, a different moan coming from her own mouth. She moved forward until all eight inches of the fake cock on her side of the dildo was buried in her cunt.

Then she used her core muscles to squeezed the dildo tight as she moved toward the woman, causing the end in her cunt to slide in deeper.

Miranda moaned. “Oh honey, you’ve used one of these before.”

The two women writhe together, with Cheyenne on top and Miranda below. The older woman shimmied and the fully clothed redhead crooned in pleasure. She reached between them, grabbing the shaft of the fifteen inch long tube of silicone. Jerking her hand back and forth she managed to skewer both herself and the other woman time after time.

“Awe fuck, girl!” Miranda cried. She still had the lay-on Rabbit in her hand and she snaked it between them. She laid it against the maid’s clit and flipped the switch.

“Bloody HELL!” the girl screamed as a climax ran through her. This caused her hips to jerk forward, and since she was in the process of withdrawing her end of the dildo from her cunt this cause a full ten inches to slam into Miranda.

“Ohmygawd!” the woman squealed as the vibrator was pressed between them.

Their bodies continued to writhe together for the next ten minutes, each women experiences multiple climaxes as they sexed each other up.

Finally Miranda flipped the Rabbit off as the maid collapsed on her. They passionately kissed.

“Fuck I need another shower,” Miranda said at last.

Thursday Morning.

“Good Morning Miranda,” the redhead was dressed in a mostly white apron and little else.

When Darla’s mother looked more closely she saw the apron rather than having a thin tie in back actually thickened to a band that supported a flossy sting that dove between the woman’s bare ass cheeks. The front was held up by a loop that ran from one side of the apron to the other around her neck. Her breasts were covered, at least from the front though a lot of side boob was visible.

“Good morning Cheyenne.”

It seemed perfectly natural when the young woman bent over to give her a peck on the lips while handing her a cup of coffee. She found it perfectly prepared with the one sugar and a dab of cream.

“Is Emily still sleeping?”

“Yes. Oliver was restless last night,” Miranda answered. “Let her sleep at least until he wakes her up.”

Twenty minutes later Emily entered the great room carrying Oliver. She passed him to Miranda for a few minutes while sitting in one of the conversation nook chairs expressing milk, which she eventually handed to Cheyenne to store in one of the glass front commercial refrigerators.

“Have you heard from Darla or Danny this morning?” Emily asked.

“No. I was hoping they would have called you.”

“I think they were hoping I’d sleep in.”

“Well, it is almost ten o’clock,” Miranda said.

Just then Miranda’s phone rang. Miranda looked at the screen and then thumbed the slide to answer.

“Hello David ... Dinner? Not much. I don’t think I should leave Emily...”

“Go,” the pixie girl, who had been listening to Miranda’s side of the conversation, said.

Miranda gave the brunette a dirty look, but then said to David, “Okay.”

Dinner turned out to be with the three members of BB&S. Sometime pushing midnight Chet and Miranda appeared at the front door of the loft. The lawyer opened the passenger door of the Cadillac CTS and Miranda climbed out. Chet closed the door and walked her to the loft door. Miranda’s hair was just about dry. When she stopped at the door she ran her fingers through it, straightening it out some.

As Miranda turned to punch in the code for the door lock she paused and said, “Would you like to come up, Chet?”

His eyes flashed. “I thought you were about done.”

“Well I was, twenty minutes ago when we left your place. Damn I’ve never been eaten out by a judge before. I thought the three of you were gonna kill me, but strangely enough I think I’ve gotten my second wind on the way back. Of course if you...”