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 The Bra That Got Away 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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