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Making A Mistake	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 33872 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next morning, Miranda stepped out of her office and headed down the hall toward the women's restrooms. One of the annoyances of the Normandy's design was that only the captain got the privilege of a private restroom; everybody else had to use the communal showers. Not that Miranda was modest, and she rose early enough that she usually didn't have to wait for an opening, but it was still a bother.

When she stepped into the restroom, however, the daily chore turned even more aggravating.

"Jack," she said with a sneer in her voice, "This is a surprise. Glad to see you're finally giving personal hygiene a try."

Jack stepped out of the shower area, stark naked and glistening. Miranda glanced down and was immediately disgusted with herself, but her morbid curiosity was sated: the woman was, indeed, tattooed over every inch of her body.

Jack seemed to notice Miranda's look and smirked. "Like what you see, princess? Getting some tattoo ideas for your next trip to Omega?"

Miranda flinched. How had she known? She hadn't shown anyone since she'd gotten back to the ship. Covering as best she could, she scowled at the naked woman. "The day I take any ideas from you, Jack, will be the day I’ve gone completely insane. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like a little privacy, please."

Miranda expected her to protest or to continue verbally jabbing at her, but Jack got dressed in the span of a minute. She was fastening the strap across her breasts as she walked past Miranda, and Miranda fought the urge to recoil as Jack leaned in close. A whispered word came out of Jack's mouth, something Miranda couldn't quite make out, and then the door opened and Jack was gone.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Miranda unzipped her jumpsuit and disrobed. She stepped into the shower stall and turned the knob; hot water streamed across her naked body as she grabbed a bar of soap and began scrubbing. Her mind wandered as she cleaned herself, thinking about the latest information Liara had given them from the Shadow Broker's archives. She was so deep in thought, she didn't even notice her free hand start to run itself down her stomach. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they brushed through the light tuft of dark hair above her labia before lightly seperating her pussy lips and plunging in.

It was only as her thumb started working against her clit that she felt the twinge of pleasure and realized what she was doing. Her first instinct was to draw her hand away, but something stopped her. "You can't do this here," she thought to herself, even as her fingers continued their activities, seemingly out of her own control. "Not now. Wait until you get back into your office." Like anyone forced to undertake long spaceflights, Miranda was used to... finding her own pleasure on occasion. But something about this was different. The warm, aching feeling in her crotch was growing rapidly. She heard a series of noises and it took her a second to realize it was her own breath, panting in and out of her lungs. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. This couldn't wait until later. She had to cum right now.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw no one else in the room. "Okay, fine," she thought to herself. "Just make it quick." She continued her self-pleasuring, breathing heavily as she went. She took it slow at first, used to taking her time, but it seemed to only intensify her arousal. Frustrated, she laid down the bar of soap on a shelf in the shower stall and picked up a thin bottle of shampoo. Without a moment's hesitation, she worked the ribbed plastic container into her pussy, drawing it in and out while her other hand feverishly rubbed her aching clit. "Come on," she pleaded with her own libido. "Come on."

Trying to bring herself off, she closed her eyes and pictured Jacob. His well-muscled torso, his deep brown skin coated with sweat as the two of them passionately made love in his cabin on the Arcturian Jade. Out of nowhere, however, the image suddenly vanished from her mind. Instead, she saw Jack, naked and wet, stepping out of the shower moments before. Rather than snapping off an insult, Jack reached down between her legs, spread her pussy lips wide, and breathed, "Eat me out, bitch."

Even as her mind reacted in revulsion at the sudden disturbing picture, she felt her orgasm hit, so hard that she removed her hand from her clit and placed it against the wall to keep from falling over, even as her other hand kept fucking the shampoo bottle in and out of her pussy. She cried out so loud she could hear the echo in the small shower area for several seconds later. As soon as it faded, she heard a sharp sound behind her and jumped, whirling around.

Standing with two other snickering crewwomen was Jack, slowly clapping. "Great show, cheerleader," she loudly announced with a cruel laugh in her tone, "Wish I'd brought popcorn."

"You..." Miranda prepared to spit a tirade into Jack's laughing face, before she felt the bottle slide out of her slit and hit the floor with a wet thump. Jack's laugh got even louder, and it rang out the whole time Miranda hastily dressed and shoved past her audience on the way back to her office.

Throwing her self back onto her bed, Miranda stared at the ceiling. What the hell had gotten into her? God knows it had been a while since her last iPartner encounter. But those hadn't really been for pleasure anyway, and she discontinued them once the heartbreaking message from Dr. Grenway had arrived. She hadn't thought she was this desperate for sexual release, but the signals she was feeling from her body now were undeniable.

Miranda tried to dispel the image of Jack and the two other women laughing at her embarrassment. Strangely, the image became less disturbing the more she thought about it. In her mind, she was reimagining the event, turning it to her own desires. She hadn't been sneaking a guilty wank while being unknowingly observed. In her imaginary version of the events, she had noticed the watcher and turned around, giving them an obstructed view of her hands rubbing and stroking at herself in fervent need. She could hear the laughs die in their throats, see the envy in their eyes as they saw her perfect body on display. Even naked in front of them, engaging in acts of depravity without a trace of shame, she was better than them.

Unfastening her clothing, Miranda stuck her hand down underneath her panties, already feeling herself working toward another orgasm. The fantasy in her head was progressing at full speed. Her imaginary self strode out of the shower stall toward the shocked women with a confident glare, drops of hot water clinging to her naked skin. She stood in front of Jack and raised her hands to...

"No," Miranda muttered to herself, as she saw herself grab Jack and yank her forward into a open-mouthed kiss. She fought to dispel it from her head, but she could almost feel her hands yanking away the strap from Jack's chest to caress her bare breast. Reaching down beneath the waistband of her pants to...

"Nooooooo..." Miranda's second orgasm of the morning came harder than the first, every nerve ending in her body lighting up with a seemingly endless supply of pure and absolute pleasure. She had barely even come down from the waves of ecstasy before her fingers started working again.
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