Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 2)

... as the shirt constricted around the chest, torso and back. Around her, pedestrians at the crossing looked on in surprise as this young woman seemed to contort as the pressure of the shirt made her double over, suddenly finding it difficult to breath. However, the shirt’s stitching was no match for Sasha’s beautifully formed athletic body, and Sasha’s breathing soon returned to normal. The terrible price for that relief though, was the inevitable tearing of the material over the shoulders and down her sides. With the twin fears of exposure versus being penalised for interfering with the outfit both competing for Sasha’s attention, the shirt finally broke and slid gracefully down to the pavement at Sasha’s feet. Sasha involuntarily let out a yelp as her red sports bra, nipples still blatantly poking through, was revealed to the entire viewing public. The embarrassment was even worse as cars began to honk as they drove past, with more than a few whistles joining the general background noise of the city streets. Some pedestrians couldn’t help letting out a nervous titter, others just pointed and stared, and more than a few mobile phones were whipped out, cameras engaged. Sasha didn’t even bother waiting for the green pedestrian light, but dashed across the street in the next break in traffic, trying to focus on the next clue ahead and ignore the fact that she was now bouncing down the street in what may have been bra and panties for all the discretion they provided. Sasha now ...

... knew that she had to get to the next clue first. Anything else would be game over, and as acute embarrassment welled up inside of her, she couldn’t help but contemplate what could possibly be worse than this. ******* The Cathedral! Of course, a place where someone should never be rude! The realisation struck Sasha Sinclair like a thunderbolt as she racked her mind for the millionth time about the last clue. Of course, it could be any old Church, Synagogue or Mosque, but Sasha was getting the sense that Decider Enterprises didn’t do things by half, and the Cathedral was the largest place of worship in the City. Sasha also knew exactly where it was, and raced on, her red bra announcing her imminent passage to everyone she passed from at least a block away. Sasha was even beginning to gather an entourage of fellow runners, who were doing well to both run and point their mobile phone cameras at Sasha’s tight ass as it sped along the streets. Sasha was completely on edge now. Not just because of her misbehaving, vibrating bra, and the incredibly self-conscious nature of her beautiful derriere, but because she was aching to get to the Cathedral before the earpiece broke into life one last, fateful time. As she turned a corner, she saw the spire of the Cathedral straining towards the sky, slightly out of place amongst the far more modern skyscrapers that surrounded it. There was a limousine parked outside, and that was just one of a number of very expensive vehicles scattered around ...