A Brief Moment Of Pleasure

Miranda stood by the window of her room the following morning, taking in the freshness of the morning.

The sun poured down its warm rays, a bit of it streaming into Miranda's room through the window she was perched in front of, staring at Zach who was working on the vegetable farm at the back of the house with Andrea seated in a wooden arm chair, a magazine over his face.

Sarah was there also, but she wasn't doing anything because she was carrying Mara, rocking her continuously. Miranda knew she was singing as she was doing so, she could hear her voice faintly as the wind carried it around, but she couldn't tell the song she was filling Mara's ear with.

She could tell Sarah was also having a conversation with Zach in between singing and rocking Mara because at some point she heard her laugh hard with Zach showing off his teeth, at this point Miranda was beginning to wonder if they had settle the beef they were having the previous day as they were both all smiles.

From the first day Miranda arrived at Wellington's home, she could tell that Sarah was kind of struggling to portray a perfect family, they were obviously rich, and Sarah looked like a controlling one, but the call Sarah made all through their ice-cream date yesterday made her doubt their perfection she was trying to paint out as a family and the little drama that was displayed between her and Zach was beginning make Miranda connect some dot that was beginning to form.

First it was her running her finger on his arm in a sexy way, then going ahead to being speechless when she was trying to introduce her to him and he didn't give her a face, ignoring her like they were some sort of lovers that had a misunderstanding and then moving on the the romantic lines she threw in during her conversation at the ice cream which didn't in anyway sound like Andrea.

Miranda didn't just want to conclude the fact that she thought Sarah was talking to her lover yesterday as she hasn't spent a complete Seventy two hours yet in the house, after all, it wasn't her business, although the fact that she was trying to paint out a perfect picture about her family looked like she had a rat in her cupboard age was trying to protect.

To Miranda, Andrea looked like every woman's dream, some one that ought not to be cheated on it actually her assumptions about Sarah are true, but Zach, the grumpy man was a lot more hotter although they looked like they were in the same age grade.

He was tall, well-built, young, handsome and, charming, thinking about his built made Miranda saw reasons why Sarah might actually cheat with him.

Seeing Zach right now under the blazing sun, the beads of perspiration that had enveloped his body glittery as the sun shone on him with his muscles popping out as he rolled the soil with a garden shovel made her see how much of a man he was.

Though he was putting on a white sleeveless shirt, Miranda could still see how broad his chest was through it, and she began to imagine how his body would look with his shirt off.

A well-defined abdomen that probably had six packs or even eight packs bulging out, his tiny waist with his…

"Miranda", Sarah called out, pulling her out of her world of fantasy that she had drifted into. Miranda looked in Sarah's direction, she was waving frantically at her.

"Why don't you come and join us here?" Sarah yelled.

Miranda nodded her head, she knew Sarah probably did not see her nod her head in response, but that was the least thing she could do as she wasn't yet ready to speak with anyone, for some reason she didn't even have an idea about.

Miranda slowly moved away from the window and went back to sit on her bed. Going downstairs to the back of the house to meet the family would set another stage for them to start pestering them with endless questions, and that is something she didn't want to start her day with.

"I should probably go freshen up in anticipation for breakfast" Miranda whispered quietly to herself as she stood up from her bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Clothes!" She exclaimed, stopping on her track as she remembered that she hadn't yet picked out an outfit for the day. She turned around and went to the closet which was on the other side of the room, opposite the bathroom.

Walking into the closet, "I don't think we would be stepping out of the house today, a simple and casual outfit would pass for the day", she said.

Running her hands through the clothes on the clothes rack, trying to search for a comfortable dress to spend the day in. She picked out baggy cotton pants and a simple top to go with.

As she was about leaving the closet, she caught sight of her metallic suitcase that contained her things from the orphanage. She hadn't even set her eyes on it since she arrived, and she didn't even notice.

Miranda couldn't blame herself for that because it was the new life Wellington was offering her that had made her forget where she was coming from, and she wasn't sorry about that, not in any way.

Miranda left the room and went into the bathroom to have her bath. After she had placed the dress, she picked it out of the closet on the bed.

The best thing Miranda could say about the bathroom in her room was the ten-inch mirror that was placed in the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, which now seemed like an everyday ritual before having her bath, Miranda could see the touch up on her hair Jay did for her yesterday.

The fringe wasn't there again. She remembered pushing it back upward before sleeping yesterday, as it was a bit disturbing. The rest of her hair was still as it was, falling on her shoulders.

She ignored it and, without wasting much time, she packed the hair into a rough bun. And she went back to staring at herself like she did the previous morning, her eyes resting on her collar bone that sunk inside, then she gradually allowed her eyes to slip to her full boobs that most of her age grade didn't have.

She raised up her hand and reached for it again, gently caressing her left nipple till it bulged, standing erect.

Then she moved over to the right one, and did the same thing before she went on to using her two hands, watching herself steadily in the mirror.

Miranda was enjoying the feeling she was getting from massaging her own boobs. Back in the orphanage she never had her own bathing space to spend time feeling herself, neither was there a mirror for her to see herself and get aroused by what she saw.

Miranda went on feeling her boobs, twitching her nipples and cupping the entire breast at intervals.

She slowly intensified the way she was pleasing herself with her boobs, pressing her nipples harder as well as the other fleshy part of the boobs, moaning quietly as she felt a stinging sensation of pleasure rushing through her.

Still staring at herself in the mirror, she ran right through her abdomen down to her vagina, feeling some sort of warmth in between her legs.