Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Miranda's sleep was peaceful for once, where she usually had rather restless nights or undesirable dreams there was peace and quite an interesting little dream with Meghan as the star. It was the best night sleep she had in a long time, though considering she hadn't even slept more than four hours a night on average prior to the Centre it wasn't too hard to have a better nights sleep. Her work life had kept her busy beyond belief, a girl of her age worked harder than most any of her peers, she had the stress of a CEO on her shoulders without the experience to fall back on and while she was smart enough to handle it she had never really felt like it was easy. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she enjoyed it, because unlike so many things in her life it was challenging, difficult, and overcoming each new obstacle made her feel alive. Yet here she was, stuck in a place where there was only one person who gave a damn, one person who was beginning to make her feel comfortable, and it was more exhilarating than the toughest obstacle. Not to mention it allowed her some breathing room, she didn't feel like she was being pressured constantly, she felt at ease and comfortable, not common adjectives to describe her everyday life, even within the walls of the Kingsley Centre. Miranda's sleep was so deep and needed that she didn't wake up at the knocks at her door, she was still fast asleep in bed, though her positioning had changed since falling asleep with her hand down her panties. She was laying on her back, head tilted to the side with strands of her beautiful hair making her sleeping face look more beautiful than ever, and almost innocent without the cunning dangerous expressions. Her shirt had managed to ride up and reveal her smooth stomach and only one leg was still under the silken sheets, the other was spread atop them, her panties in full view. Miranda was a sight to behold, her usual allure still present but the captivating sight was increased with the natural feel of it all. Of course things never stayed so simply, the sound of movement into the room had started to rouse her and after a few moments her eyes opened up and found the momentarily blurred outline of Meghan's form, which woke her up quickly enough, no surprise on her face, though it was what she was feeling. Instead she played it off as cool as always with a little smile, devious if nothing else, a finger motioning for Meghan and a little, You can join me. meant to tempt Meghan pouring from her lips. Miranda didn't believe Meghan would be joining her though and she sat up after a moment, the shirt dropping down and covering her stomach but now her lovely neck being the focal point as the shirt was too big and just perfect to reveal the supple flesh of her neck. She looked Meghan up and down and as with the day before found herself chewing on her bottom lip without even realizing it. After a moment she slipped off the bed, not hiding her looking and gave Meghan a little grin. Just let me slip into something for our little day of adventure. She didn't hesitate as she pulled the shirt off in one swift movement and tossed it into a little corner with several other articles of clothing, Miranda obviously taking advantage of other people cleaning up after her, though the room was neat and tidy aside from that. She then did the same with her bra, freeing her perky breasts before stepping out of her panties, doing it all without even waiting for Meghan to look away, even going as far as to turn back and give her a sly little smirk, moving her lips as if to say 'Enjoying the view?' but not actually saying anything. She didn't flaunt it however, it was merely casual, to tease and mess with the beautiful woman standing in her room, a room that by all accounts was private, a place where she could do whatever she wanted. She simply grabbed a new pair of underwear, something a bit more suited for physical activity and it fit her form very nicely. Then she grabbed a usual tennis outfit that had practically been gathering dust, a white tennis skirt, made for tennis but it did a hell of a job at showing off her lovely legs, and then grabbed a form fitting white top to go with it, each piece hugging her body quite well. She then slipped on some sneakers and her tennis bag, tossing it up onto the bed before turning to look at Meghan. She had a look of class about her in that moment and she took a nice deep breath, So beautiful, what do we do first and how excited should I be hmm? She insinuated something sexual lightly but didn't go further, in fact she seemed to be on her best behavior in a way, though it wasn't forced, it was just her mood for the moment, to at least allow Meghan a moment to relax. Of course as good of behavior as Miranda was on she found herself walking to the bed and sitting on the edge, her legs just slightly spread, not improper but it was a tantalizing sort of open, the inner thigh such a lovely little sight. I know a run and some tennis, a little workout to be sure, but not immediately right? I'm going to need a little something to eat before we get underway. Miranda was very skilled at keeping a conversation moving despite all the innuendo and often times rudeness of any given conversation with her. Not to mention every action of hers seemed designed to catch the eye, the view of her smooth thighs, the linger smile on her face, how she tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear while never taking her eyes off of someone. It was difficult to remain in control of oneself when around her and she liked it that way, especially as she watched Meghan. Though there was something different about her than normally, she had a desire to leave a good impression, even if it was mixed with her usual bad, or at the very least have Meghan think of nothing but her and that was the entire goal for the day, how far it went, well that was yet to be seen.