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

Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1)

... run again, Robert had reached out to grab her hand in a friendly way, and was too busy dreamily staring at her perky breasts to notice Sasha’s increasing agitation. Sasha was a fair bit stronger than Robert, and her running start easily pulled him off his feet. The resulting graceless stumble into a near-by lamp-post happened before he could rouse himself from his daydreams. Sasha groaned as she realised what had happened, and she momentarily considered just leaving him there. However, Robert was clearly now injured – a mildly concussed look on his face only barely discernible from his usual state of amiable confusion – and the irritating fool was still a friend all said and done. Blood was now streaming out of his now banged-up nose, and Sasha spent a precious few moments fuming as she desperately tried to attract a fellow bystander to help him. Thankfully, a beautiful woman in a skin-tight top tends to attract help effortlessly, and after an agonising minute or two of trying to explain to two men with attention deficit disorder what had happened, Sasha was off again. Damn it Tara. That slut had clearly used Robert to delay her further, she was still blocks away from the public toilets in the center of the city, and now her erect nipples had competition for her attention from her overly-excited bladder. Sasha also couldn’t see Tara in front of her any more, and she was helplessly wondering whether Tara knew where she was going, when she passed a small shopping mall on her ...

... right. The call of nature had finally built up to an overwhelming crescendo, and she realised she wouldn’t make it to the main public toilets before she lost complete control. Well, she thought, if Tara knows where she’s going, then there is no way I’m going to overtake her. And if she doesn’t know where she’s going, a quick pit-stop hopefully won’t make any difference. Sasha quickly hobbled into the shopping mall, and located the women’s toilets on the mall map. One minute and one disgruntled female patron later (who had foolishly thought she – and not Sasha – was next in line for the stall), Sasha let out her first contented sigh of the day. Within seconds the pressure in her bladder steadily relieved itself. Sasha wasn’t in any mood to hang around though, and was in the act of flushing the toilet when the dreaded voice in the earpiece sang out once more. ******* “Hello Miss Sinclair. I hope you’re feeling better now. I supposed I could have mentioned the need to go to the toilet before the big game, but I’m slightly surprised an athlete of your talent wouldn’t already know that.” The voice sounded like it was looking forward to something and was savouring the build-up. Had Tara already found the next clue? Was she that far ahead? “Miss Sinclair, as I’m sure a highly intelligent woman such as yourself will agree, rules are important in any game. Sadly, one such rule is that our contestants must stay walking or running in public and not hide away during the game itself.” “Oh ...