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Subject: {ASSM} [Sapphic]The Bra That Got Away
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<1st attachment, "The Bra That Got Away.doc" begin>
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is
entirely coincidental.
The work is intended solely for adult readership and only where such
material is permitted by community standards and otherwise legal.
Faibhar
p.s. BTW constructive contributions to ASSTR are encouraged and
welcomed.
[SAPPHIC]
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Mel-she preferred the short version to her given name Melissa-cranked
the ignition on the Italian motorcycle she just purchased. As the powerful
engine between her thighs surged to life, she half-twisted her upper body
and shouted to the new girl sitting behind her. "Hang on to my waist and
keep your feet from dragging!"
A sly smile spread her full lips as she gripped the handlebars,
concealed by the lower portion of the full helmet. She felt the slender
arms tighten around her and she shifted gears. With a kick of the stand,
they were off. The bike obediently roared toward Twin Peaks and their
destination, Sutro Tower. The sweet baby girl fresh from the sticks
hugging on to her for dear life was about to find out what life in the big
city was all about and Mel was going to be first to show her. With glee
she opened up the throttle. The bike raced the pair away from Pacific
Heights.
"Here we are," Mel said as she ripped off her helmet. Her dreadlocks
sprayed and she swung a jeaned leg across the gas tank. "Crestmont Street
and way up there, Sutro Tower." She pointed up toward a dark hill loaded
with trees and vegetation. Near the summit spread massive steel legs like
those of some alien robot angled inward. Thick billows of fog cinched the
tower's waist. and shrouded its upper structure.
"Cummon, Jennifer, let's go," she said impatiently. The pretty
black-haired girl with the loveliest blue eyes Mel had ever seen still
looked terrified and sat frozen on the parked motorcycle. She looked like
some kind of model, but one that had just been ditched.
Mel wasn't used to being ignored. When she said something, she wanted
action.
"Here, I'll help," Mel said grabbing a shoulder and pulling. Her eyes
glanced down to a muscled bare thigh. This girl can run, Mel thought as
she jerked her from the bike and tightly gripped Jenny's hand in hers.
The two crossed the street and stopped at the edge of the dense foliage.
"Just be careful; there's some poison oak around here and I wouldn't want
you to get a rash." Mel did her best to choke down the snigger as she
mentally pictured the tender flesh.
"My friend the engineer got us permission and the guard has our names,
but we first have to get to his shack. Let's go."
They made their way through the thick growth of eucalyptus tress. Mel
was glad she had worn her leather jacket. The fog and sea breeze chilled
even more as they made their way along the jungle-like path with bark,
branches and leaves forming their canopy. Everywhere elderberry bushes
were in bloom with their bright little red berries.
Jennifer seemed to relax more as they made the trek up the hill; though
she didn't say much. Her hand in Mel's finally eased up its death-grip.
Maybe it was the girl's sense of adventure that was helping her feel better
Mel thought as they came upon a small clearing. Ahead was the manned
booth. Having her more at ease at this stage was better than scaring her
like before on the bike.
The scrawny young guard with the sandy hair and several sizes too big
uniform looked as though he welcomed the company of what he thought of as
two young foxes, but Mel snarled her name and Jennifer's and demanded the
geek immediately show them to the elevator.
Mel slowly licked her lips as the elevator jerked up and lifted the two
of them from the ground. She offered her embrace as Jenny confided that
she was scared of heights just as Mel casually mentioned that the tower was
almost a thousand feet high-not counting how high they already were-and
that they were sure to be above to fog which was too bad because Jennifer
would not be able to see things like the Golden Gate, Alcatrez, and the
other city landmarks.
Heat radiating from the other young woman caused Mel to suck in her own
breath as desire flamed in her veins but she reminded herself that she must
play it cool. Cool as the weather. But her scent she loved. There was
precious little about this soft bundle now in her arms that did not make
Mel want to smile.
"Here we are," she sang as she pushed a button and stopped the enclosed
compartment of the elevator at the 7th floor. "Just beyond those doors is
what one of the local TV stations calls its Sutro cam. Be careful
though-it's gonna be chilly and be sure to watch your step."
"Sheee-IT!" Mel staggered backward. Her face felt blasted by a frigid
mask.
A wisp of damp air slammed into the compartment like a giant fist as the
doors of the small elevator parted. Whites and gray clouds boiled within
arm's reach. Brilliant blue sky above added stark contrast. From where
they stood they could see part of the tower looming over them. Quickly the
two saw that they stood alone with just clouds, sky and metal as company.
Jennifer fell back from the scene and frantically grabbed Mel as if
begging shelter. She was just as tall as her black friend and her parka
rose and fell against the other's jacket as she hyperventilated. Her wet
eyes squeezed tightly. Her arms sought the only protection in reach.
Mel was there to help. The action distracted from her initial shock
caused as the doors snapped open.
Mel held the sides of Jenny's head with the palms of her hands as she
softly pressed her lips onto the other's. Their lips stayed together. Her
lashes felt Jenny's flick open briefly, then close again. Mel felt the new
girl's lips soften more, then part. She eased her palms off and slid one
arm around the back of Jenny's neck. The tip of her tongue grazed her
companion's and then Mel felt a wet surrendering as Jenny opened her mouth
wide.
Hungrily the two kissed inside the elevator high above the fog until Mel
at last broke away. She knelt to one knee and swung her small knapsack off
of her shoulder as Jennifer panted and sat bemusedly with her back against
one corner of the cramp compartment. The new girl's blue eyes widened as
she watched her mocha-skinned companion busily begin to remove things from
the knapsack.
Mel looked back at Jennifer. Maybe this girl from the sticks knew more
than she had suspected. There was one way to find out. "Take off your
parka."
The baby's sweatshirt hid many charms Mel thought as she watched
Jennifer reluctantly shed what warmth her coat offered. Mel pointedly
glared down at the thin gym shorts riding high above the long pale legs.
"Those too."
Jennifer started to protest when Mel swung her arm. The blow knocked a
stunned Jennifer back into the corner. Long thin fingers covered a cheek
that already was blossoming red. Mel leaned toward her and her victim
cowered more.
Mel grabbed a shock of the raven hair and yanked its owner close to her
face. She savaged the plump lips until she felt them again relax.
Satisfied, she let the hair go and went back to her bag. "You heard me.
Drop 'em."
Mel didn't know what to expect but nonetheless was delighted to see the
string bikini panties. Either the girl was expecting something, or she
always wore fancy undies. Mel suspected the former. Her forest green eyes
narrowed as she watched Jennifer meekly cower and slip off the shorts.
"Okay now. Here we go," she said as she stood. Reaching down she
grabbed Jennifer's cold hand and pulled her up. "Stay on that catwalk and
you'll be all right. And don't get too close to that camera out there or
you'll end up on tonight's TV."
Mel led the way and the two negotiated their way out, carefully stepping
on the narrow metal beam. It was gusty. A sea of fluffy clouds swirled
below. Wind chilled their faces as they left the relative enclosure of the
elevator. Mel dug a hand into her jacket pocket and retrieved a piece of
leather, thinner than it was wide. At one end were clasps. She positioned
Jennifer near a tower truss and wrapped the band around her goose-pimpled
shin, just above the girl's pink cross-trainers. Taking out another
leather band, she pulled up one of Jenny's arms and secured it to the
tower, taking time to grimly smile back at the growing look of worry on
Jenny's pretty face.
"Now let's see what else we have here," Mel said as she looked at the
finished job. The new girl stood spread eagle, attached to Sutro Tower,
above the fog, a scene only Mel in her imagination could have created. She
reached a gloved finger and traced along the top line of the panties and
leered as she saw Jenny's freezing thigh flinch. "Ummm...,"she murmured as
the finger drug the lace lower, exposing the top of a narrow column curly
black hairs peeking up as the lace dropped.
Mel looked up from her position kneeling between Jenny's spread legs.
Gusts blew her hair and she could feel the tall metal structure they were
on sway, but seeing Jenny's head facing upward and rolling between her
outstretched arms and tasting the girl's juicy lava flowing as her tongue
plunged and teeth nibbled told Mel that this one had forgotten all about
her fear of heights.
Her lips smacked as more and more nectar dripped from the engorged
petals. Once or twice, she thought she heard Jenny scream out as she
orgasmed but the howling wind made it impossible to tell for sure. Mel
gave her pussy lips a final lick and one last kiss before again standing.
"Honey, this taste is for you 'cause it comes from you!" Her shivering
partner now had no hesitation about passionately returning Mel's kiss.
"Let's release you now, okay?" Mel untied the cuffs and smothered the
girl with her own warmth, partly out of love and partly to share her body
heat with the other's nakedness.
Before she brought her back into the elevator compartment of the tower,
though, Mel had to see those beauties hidden under Jennifer's bulky top.
She lifted an arm and pulled the long sleeve up. Mel was hardly surprised
to see that the exposed bra matched the panties in style and color but she
wasn't about to let some silly fashion sense put her off track. She
reached behind the now totally submissive Jennifer and unhooked her bra.
Pulling it away, creamy tits bounced free. Mel could not help but grin.
Twin towers, diminutive when compared to the giant monster they shared were
nonetheless impressive in their own right as they jutted out. Small pink
pebbles piled on one another. The frozen nipples sprouted from the firm
globes and poked out into the air as if to proclaim to the world that they
had much more to offer than the steel contraption that merely held
broadcast antennae. Mel speculated as to what they might be like less
shriveled by the cold but decided she would have to wait and find out
later.
With an arm around her naked back, Mel protectively helped Jenny step
closer to the elevator when a blast of frigid air hit. Both of their hair
flew skyward. Screams shrieked. They nearly lost balance. Mel fought to
maintain both of their footing on the beam.
The windy gust tore Jenny's bra from Mel's hand. Both women watched as
the lacy garment flew up, higher and higher. The strap and cups soared
ever higher until snagged by an outstretched arm of Sutro Tower. Caught,
it swung high above them like a stranded kite.
Mel hurried the shivering Jenny into the elevator and helped her get
back on most of her clothes. She leaned out the opened doorway of the
compartment and stretched up to see the snagged piece of lingerie waving
around in the breeze; a semaphore announcing that little escapes the
attention of Mother Nature regardless of weather conditions.
Recalling all that she had savored this day, and yet lusting for more to
come, Mel had to wonder as she watched the impossibly out-of-reach
evidence. It fluttered several lengths higher than where they had sex next
to the Sutro cam: impossible to climb to and viewable only by looking above
the reach of the camera. Well, at least there would be no FILM AT ELEVEN
she thought as she craned up to see the fluttering fabric. Frustrated, Mel
just shrugged and closed the elevator doors.
A voice inside her chided her for leaving behind part of Jenny's
underwear for all to see once the fog cleared, but a satisfied smile
overruled. The descent began.
I still don't know what I'm going to do with her bra...as if I really
care.
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