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Chelsea watched Rebecca as the woman took off her
hard hat and rubbed the top of her brown hair covered head. She was so like a
man in many ways, and yet there was no denying she was a woman.
Rebecca turned to look back at Chelsea and though Chelsea had the urge to turn
away, she didn’t.
“Very beautiful,” Rebecca said,
licking her lips as she studied Chelsea’s face with slightly squinted
eyes.
“If you give it a chance, I suppose,” was
Chelsea’s response.
“I’ve always been a chance taker,
Chelsea,” Rebecca said.
The taller woman turned now to face
Chelsea completely, and the gesture made her gulp and clutch at her jacket. But
Rebecca just smiled.
“You made it this far without chickening
out,” the larger woman cooed, smiling.
Chelsea blushed. Was
Rebecca talking about the building? or…something else?
“You
can stop now, if you want. Or…”
“Or what?” she
asked, almost too quickly.
Rebecca took a step closer to Chelsea.
“Or you can keep going. Come on, Chelsea. Let me show you.”
What ever it was Rebecca was going to show her, there was no strength
in Chelsea left to make her say no. She put her hand in Rebecca’s and let
the woman lead her from the safety of the center of the structure out further
near the bare steel beams. The sun was just beginning to rise, heating up the
morning city below. The wind up here wasn’t so harsh, nor was it as chill
as it had been in the sunless pre-dawn of the day when Chelsea had arrived at
the site. The orange orb was still somewhere behind them, but it was casting
golden warmth-giving rays upon the girders and frames. The red steel suddenly
reminded Chelsea of the red rock in a canyon she had visited in Mexico once.
And she didn’t feel as scared as she knew she should be.
“Follow me,” Rebecca said, “and be very careful of where you
step.”
She turned and looked at Chelsea, stopping out on a beam
that hung in mid-air, leading to nothingness.
“If you fall, I
can’t catch you. Not this high up.”
She winked and Chelsea
shivered, more at the intimacy of the gesture and the possibility of her words
having a secret meaning rather than at the more negative implications.
Chelsea’s jacket flapped around her, making Rebecca tsk-tsk.
“You really need to just take that thing off,” she suggested.
Then she tossed her own hard hat back the way they had come, and
Chelsea carefully turned to watch it go. The white helmet landed safely near
the elevator cage. Chelsea sighed inwardly, wondering for a moment what made
her so weak sometimes to the will of others. But it didn’t matter. Her
jacket was coming off. It was a good idea. It was part of moving forward.
She dropped the coat onto the beam and it stayed there, hanging limply
over the edge and not falling at all. She turned around and looked at Rebecca,
rubbing her upper arms through the sheer material of her expensive dress
nervously. The other woman smiled and began to make her way back down the beam
to stand infront of Chelsea. Then she put her hands on the smaller girl’s
shoulders, caressing and massaging gently.
“Cold?” she
asked.
She knew it wasn’t a chill that Chelsea had, it
wasn’t that chill that was making the nipples of her bare breasts turn
pebble hard and protrude through her thin lace bra and the bodice of her dress.
Chelsea didn’t say a word, watching Rebecca’s eyes wander down her
form.
Then she looked at Chelsea’s face, her large hands going
behind her and pulling her carefully close, until their bodies met.
“I had thought you’d been someplace like this, before,” Rebecca
whispered.
“No,” Chelsea answered softly.
“I’ve never been taken this high.”
Rebecca smiled a
great big smile at those words. But Chelsea only had a moment to bask in it
before suddenly, the other woman was kissing her, deeply, passionately.
Long moments passed as she let the woman kiss her, let her learn her
mouth with her tongue. Rebecca’s lips were experts, and Chelsea trembled
in her arms. Then the kiss slowed, became much more delicate and sensitive. And
finally, Chelsea realized she was kissing Rebecca back.
All her pent
up desires and frustrations began to flow from her, into the hands of the woman
who was holding her. Chelsea felt that as the sun began to rise, she was
melting into Rebecca’s embrace. And she hoped the woman wouldn’t let
go.
Finally Rebecca did release Chelsea from the heated kiss. She
looked down at Chelsea, brown eyes into pale blue. She was panting, and the
thought that she was half as turned on as Chelsea felt made the smaller girl
shiver even more.
“You are a very pretty lady, Chelsea. And very
sexy.”
No one had ever called her ‘sexy’ before.
Beautiful, yes, especially naked. But sexy? That was a word reserved for women
who were wild and free and hellions in bed. Chelsea blushed.
“I
mean it, girl. The confident way you walk around here, as if you don’t
realize that every man in the place is watching the way your tight ass wiggles
as you pass. Nothing is more sexy than a woman who doesn’t realize her
power over others, but flaunts it anyway.”
Chelsea found she was
panting now, too. It was wonderful, being this close to Rebecca after all this
time. But what came next?
Again it was as if Rebecca was reading her
thoughts. She held Chelsea close and kissed her again, this time her tongue
invading Chelsea’s mouth and teasing over her own as if encouraging it to
come out and play. And Chelsea did what felt natural, sliding her own back
inside Rebecca’s mouth.
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