1. Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1)


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    Sasha found herself wearing a skin tight top that hid none of the curves of her athletic chest. Sasha instinctively threw up her hands to cover her chest, only for the earpiece to quickly interject with “now, now, Sasha, no interfering with the good folks' view. I would hate to have to award a second penalty so soon.” Sasha forced her hands back down by her side, and stared steadfastly ahead, trying to ignore the fact that several guys who had just walked past were now straining their necks to check her out. Truth be told, even as skin tight as the white sleeveless shirt now was, it wasn't a radical departure from what Sasha had worn in the past when trying to attract attention. But this was different. This was just the start of something much worse, and she was having a hard time stopping the thought of that turning her nipples rock hard. Sasha kept forcing herself to move forward, reminding herself that if she acted like everything was normal, then no-one else around her need know any differently. It was at that point that she began to also notice a tingling sensation across her breasts. At first she put it down to the short, but a quick inspection revealed that the shirt had now stopped contracting and seemed perfectly happy in it's current shape and form, exposing the perfection of her breasts and cleavage for the world's inspection. The tingling sensation continued though, and Sasha soon realised that her shirt wasn't the only thing getting in on the act. Her red, ...
    form-hugging bra, clearly outlined beneath her shirt, was vibrating quietly away, and Sasha watched with slowly dawning horror. She suddenly realised that any hope of at least keeping her nipples from being rock hard, any hope of making sure they didn't stand out like beacons in her skin-tight shirt, were well and truly dashed. Commanded by her bra, Sasha let out an involuntary, barely audible moan, as her nipples went as hard and as large as she'd ever seen them, and pressed prominently through the material of her shirt. Sasha closed her eyes again, shut out the noise around her, opened her eyes, fixed them straight ahead, and swore on all that was sacred to her that she'd see Tara Tennyson naked, red-faced and defeated on these city streets before too long. ******* Tara Tennyson was a woman on a mission. She held on to the advert in her left hand, the second clue carefully written on the back. She broke into jog again, as she racked her mind as to where the French consulate could be. The damn map neglected to mention where the consulates were, a fact she’d already bitterly cursed after the initial euphoria of guessing that the clue was referring to the Eiffel Tower and the need to talk to the French government about any visa requirements. Tara had never really thought about visiting France before, and her sole knowledge of the French consulate was that it existed somewhere, leaving her a mere four square miles of likely ground to cover. Tara at least had the satisfaction that ...
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