Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1)

... fellow man seems to have provided you an insight as to your next clue - an insight that a less charitable mind might say was caused by your looking at his map. That could be construed as external help Miss Tennyson, and that is mostly certainly your first penalty offense.” Tara gulped inwardly, and pressed on towards the consulate. One free penalty, that’s what she remembered of the rules. One free penalty, and then after that, the wardrobe malfunctions start to role in. Tara was now only four blocks from the consulate now, and picking up speed as the foot traffic around her slowly dwindled away. Three blocks away. Two blocks away. One block away. In the distance, she could see a French flag fluttering in the light wind that whipped through the streets. And underneath that flag, stood Sasha Sinclair. ******* Sasha Sinclair looked on with grim satisfaction as she saw Tara in the distance, across a street and several buildings away, wear an expression of shock on her face. Even from this distance, Sasha could tell from Tara’s body language that Tara’s t-shirt and bra were now betraying her, just as Sasha’s already had an entire clue ago. Luckily, Sasha had remembered enough from her Model UN days to know just where to go, once she’d belatedly remembered that the Eiffel Tower only had three floors. The next clue had been on a notice outside the consulate, and she was already walking towards the central business district again as she tried to decipher it. “Clue number 3 will ...

... take you where, either a 1 or a 2 would have had you quite bare. You won’t talk about this at dinner or lunch, but go to the center to follow your hunch.” Sasha tried breaking into a jog in an effort to get to the center of the city faster, however every time she bounced along in her stride, she was acutely aware of the tightness of her shirt and the ceaseless, low vibrations of her bra. Sasha gritted her teeth and powered on, regretting her choice of beverage at lunch time as the start of a familiar feeling in her bladder gave her yet another new problem to handle. A new problem and, Sasha realised with a sudden start, an unexpected solution. Two streets ahead, Tara Tennyson was also running towards the center of the city, although with less of an idea as to her final destination. Tara was furiously trying to stop blushing, as she became used to her new attire, and the prominence of her nipples poking through the now skin-tight white shirt. The tight white shirt and baggy yellow shorts seemed slightly at odds with each other, and she was all too sure that the latter would be fixed in ways she wouldn’t enjoy if Sasha was to take a 2-1 lead in the clues. As Tara continued to hurry along, she stole a glance behind her and was re-assured to see Sasha some two streets back, and heading in roughly the same direction. The fact that Sasha’s top was in a familiar state to Tara’s only made Tara realise just how exposed they both were. Even two streets away, Tara could see Sasha’s breasts ...