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

Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 2)

... must confess on more than one occasion in the past, victors have shown mercy on the vanquished by removing their own shirts and wrapping them around the breasts of those unfortunately on display. A touching sentiment, and one that has brought a tear to my eye as victor and vanquished part on what might almost be considered good terms. Others,” and the voice lingered for a moment over this word, “ have taken a slightly different direction and interpretation of our rules...” Tara stared at Sasha as the defeated Sasha tried to look away from the cameras that were now being produced. With them coming from all directions though, Sasha quickly discovered there was nowhere to hide. As Sasha defiantly looked at Tara one last time, she was filled with impossible hope when Tara suddenly showed a pitying smile, and removed her skin-tight white top. Some of the cameras suddenly found themselves pointing at the perky breasts beautifully framed in a yellow sports bra, and Tara parted the audience as she stepped forward to stand directly in front of Sasha. “Sasha, we’ve known each other for too long to end it like this, and we’ve shared too much of a history for me to be happy with how you are now. Sasha, I’ll always remember our time together - and this,” Tara indicated the white shirt in her hand as Sasha felt tears of gratitude well up in her eyes, “ this I give up willingly.” Tara smiled serenely, and reached out to touch Sasha’s face and wipe away a single tear that was running down ...

... her cheek. “This I give up willingly. As penalty for this!” With a sudden movement that caught Sasha completely unawares, Tara grabbed the front and back of Sasha’s pants and pulled with all her might. As Tara had suspected, the lycra pants were made of the same less-than-reliable material as the shirts, and ripped apart in her hands as Sasha realised the consequence of what Tara had just done. In an "X" pose, and completely exposed, Sasha stood there in shock at her predicament. Tara glanced down at the torn lycra pants lying next to her own white shirt that she had tossed to the ground moments ago, and said to the voice in her earpiece “Consider the shirt my penalty payment for interfering with your damn outfits”. “As you wish, Miss Tennyson. I believe that our business is concluded; good luck for your future endeavours, and I hope you consider us again for all your feud-ending needs.” The voice signed off with an upbeat tone, ending with “Miss Sinclair, we’ll be in touch shortly to arrange your exciting new life.” Tara stood in front of Sasha for the last time, staring up and down Sasha’s completely naked body. Sasha was perfectly toned, and her body was such a work of art that this almost might not even have been considered pornographic in the basest sense. Almost. Sasha had only recently shaved down below, and her embarrassment-enhanced senses could feel even the slightest breeze on evidence today gently flowing unimpeded between her completely naked thighs. The sunlight ...