Note: Our narrators name is Tae. It is a Japanese name that should be pronounced "Tah-eh" to rhyme with tie. It is related to the root verb taeru (to endure or resist) and to an identically pronounced word that means (to die out or become extinct). It can be written several different ways to reflect it's meaning. And now, our story.
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One hundred forty-seven stories up an me without a drop harness. I'm trying to keep my eyes on the subject but there's just so many distractions up here, what with the sheer side of the building and the activity in all the surrounding structures above and below. I can remember those days of training too, gliding down the null-g in a controlled accident that wasn't quite flying, but wasn't exactly falling either.
Overhead it's the bland dark sky that never changes day or evening, except to reflect the nebulous glow of the city lights yellow and red and blue. Looking over the edge is like looking into a dark but crystal clear sky where all the activity is kilometers above you. The depths rush upwards into your eyes causing a tickle in your tummy of something approaching fear. Normal and and accustom to sitting around in these high places I shouldn't even notice those feelings, but I do.
That tickle, that little itch down deep inside me. That's a feeling that's almost more trouble than it's worth. Adrenaline surges like that are something that a combat agent shouldn't let effect them, but once in a while someone like me comes along with a tolerance for such things. Becky... she's my partner, has been ignoring that tickle for so long I don't think she even feels it.
Me, I'm different. I love it. I suppose that's why I stay with this job even though the odds of making it to thirty with my body still biological is unlikely. Becky knows all about that. You'd never know it, but she's just under the seventy-five percentile. Another couple of injuries and she'll have to retire what's left of her biologicals.
Leaning over the railing I stare down at the nearly 500 meters of vertical glass and steel. The tickle causes my nipples to make tents of the spandex tank top I'm wearing and I feel constrained by the weapons harness. Still, the warm air rising up the side of the building gives the impression of a pair of hands caressing my face. It's a gentle contrast to the fear but no relief for what I'm feeling.
Over the exposed skin of my hands and neck I can feel the static ripple of the Projectile Trap. I've set it as low as safety allows but it's still turning me on. Combined with the fear tickle it's almost like foreplay. I've talked to some agents who have the same reaction, but curiously they seem disturbed by it. Not me.
Becky lowers the ocular from her eyes and glances over at me. "Tae, don't you think you should pull up your pants?"
Startled, I glance down. 'Crap! I did it again.'
Truthfully I'm not wearing pants. Just like my arms and shoulders my legs and parts of my torso are encased in the slick rubbery material of the Projectile Trap. Over the top of that are the two thigh holsters and a pair of shorts, cut meagerly to just cover the area between my legs. Various parts of us can't be covered when we spray on the PT but too much clothing over the top of it makes it less effective.
It's these that Becky is glaring at. Without knowing it I've pulled them down around my thighs above the holsters, revealing the little bit of sexy skin the PT exposes. Hastily I pull them back up over my freshly moistened pussy.
"Really, you're hopeless." Becky isn't particularly upset with me, but it is embarrassing when this happens. "Can't you do anything without going all horny on me?"
"I'm sorry Becky. It's this damn PT. It tingles in all the right places. Fuck I'm wet."
"I swear you're the only girl in the section that gets turned on by that thing. I've been wearing one for more missions than you and I've never had that reaction." She almost sounded upset about that, as if I wanted this to happen.
Placing my hands on my hips I gave them a seductive thrust, and putting on my patented pout I stuck out my tongue. "It's not like I wear the thing for that. I really don't need any help to get turned on!"
"No," Becky replied evilly, and her face lost some of it's disinterested composure. "You don't need much of anything to get turned on." Suddenly she frightened me. We've been partners for two years, and known each other for several more. I have some idea of the things she's capable of.
"Sssss... Stop it Becky!" I cried and tried to put some space between us. "You're frightening me!" The rooftop was small and I was only partially successful.
"So you're wet and turned on are you?" As Becky moved closer to me she reached up and removed her helmet, allowing her blond hair to fall down around her shoulders. It was artificial, but still was nicer than my natural short brown/black hair. "You know, just thinking about Tae's sweet little box getting all wet is giving me a little tingle. What do you think of that?"
"Just stop it! We're on duty here!"
Abruptly I backed into the composite safety rail that skirted the rooftop and could retreat no farther. Still my partner advanced, her wicked expression turning knowing as she activated the sub-vocal mic implanted behind her ear. "Control? This is point three." I heard her voice both in front of me and deep inside my head as she contacted headquarters.
"Point three, go ahead." This time a silent voice on the rooftop that spoke just to us. As it dissipated Becky put a hand on my shivering shoulder, drawing me closer and touching her cheek to mine.
"There's no activity with the subject. We need about a twenty minute comfort break up here. Can you get points two and one to cover?" Her voice was a breeze that echoed over my ear, but sounded clear inside my brain.
"Stand by point three.... Affirmative. Report when you are back on station."
"Acknowledged," Becky replied to the far off voice, and I felt her hands slip down over my ass where it was barely covered by a thin layer of spandex. "You want these off, don't you?" she continued only to me.
"Fuck, Becky! I'm so horny right now!" I was shaking under her touches, but unable either to defend myself or help her with what she was doing. "We really shouldn't be doing this here..."
Backing away slightly and standing over me like a guardian, she gently tripped the clasp on my weapons harness. Along with it's two smaller pistols and the combat knife it fell off my shoulders and clattered down to the ground. My tits were suddenly far more apparent, only barely contained by my tank top. In spite of my small size I'm built pretty good. I really should wear a bra.
"Mmmm. I've always admired your boobs, Tae. They're more round and firm than mine were, even though they're bigger." Slowly but without warning she reached out and gently cupped my left breast through it's slight covering. "And those big nipples just perfectly shaped for kissing."
The weird of my partner's will overtaking mine was keeping me motionless, though I practically itched to be fucked in every part of my body that could be fucked. Those nipples that Becky was raving about ached to be touched or kissed, and the moisture of my leaking pussy dampened my thighs right through the panties I was barely wearing.
"I'm such a slut, Becky," I whispered to her as she slightly touched me. "I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked now!"
"What's that?" she asked unsurprised, but with that mocking tone to her voice. "My little cunt of a partner needs a woman to fuck her and get her off? Can't you find a man?"
Somewhere she struck a nerve, but still I whispered my agitation. "I can get any man I want, but there aren't any here. I need to be fucked right now! I need to be filled with something, anything! Please Becky, fuck me... Fuck me anywhere!"
"Humph. You're such a slut. You think you'll get your cunt filled just by asking? I may be wet just thinking about you, but you're going to have to earn it." To my dismay she released my tit and stood away from me, waiting with her knuckles on her slender waist. "So get on with it."
Tentatively, without really knowing what I was doing, I reached for her. "...but... Becky... My pussy..." It was all I could think of, the feel of my insides being filled, rubbed, fucked. A shaft rubbing the slippery folds of flesh was the only relief for what I was feeling. I nearly dripped.
"No! Not yet..."
Finally I reached the clasp of her weapons harness. She was dressed almost exactly as I was, except for the helmet that she had already discarded and some loose shorts that she wore instead of my bikini style panties. I popped the clasp and her harness fell away exactly as mine had moments before.
Her tank top was identical to mine with it's little platoon insignia, and just as mine did it showed off her tits better than if she were bare. It's strange, because her boobs aren't real. Due to wounds she's had them replaced, but they look more natural than mine do. They're roundish, and sag somewhat when they aren't constrained in some way. They're small too. The tight spandex of her tank top was enough support that she didn't need a bra at all. Her nipples are tiny, but show through that material as if it were her natural skin.
"Don't stop there!" Becky exclaimed as I became more tentative. "Or don't you want to be fucked?"
"My... My pussy really needs to be filled..." was all I could say. With a sudden burst of energy I pulled her tank top up and over her head. Still covered from wrist to shoulder with the PT material she looked almost armless now, with her body bare to the air. I knew better than to remove that black material because it was sprayed on in the ready room, but she still looked naked from the waist up.
"You... You have pretty tit's Becky..." I managed to say through quivering lips.
