They Get into "Uniform" First

“You know,” Jessie said as she took of her breast plate. “Maybe Shinra isn't so bad after all.” Her voice wavered as she unhooked the metal pauldrons on her shoulders. “The create jobs, provide energy to Midgard, and are on the cutting edge of tech develop-”

“Jessie!” Tifa glared as she threw her tank top onto the bar counter.

“What?” Jessie shrugged. “I'm, just saying...”

“You can re-evaluate you politics some other time.” Tifa huffed as her skirt dropped to the floor. Leaving her in her sports bra and spats. “Now, are you going to take it off or am I going to have to do it for you?” Tifa crossed her arms. There was nothing playful in the tone of her voice.

Jessie paled and her fingers began fumbling with the belt of her pants as she kicked off her shoes. Tifa pulled off her sports bra, letting her huge breasts fall free into the open air.

“Holy shit...” Jessie breathed, freezing with her pants midway down her legs to stare openly at Tifa's bare tits. Tifa pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips, causing her breasts to sway. Jessie took the hint and continued to undress.

Once the other woman's eyes shifted, Tifa let out a sigh. Feeling Jessie's eyes on her had done...nothing to her. No bolt of excitement or charge of shame. Tifa was relieved. At least that hadn't changed about her.

Tifa pulled down her spats, exposing her clean shaved sex to the cool air and Jessie struggled out of the rest of her garments.

Jessie stood before Tifa, naked now, her arms drawn in on herself. She was slim, lithe. Her thin arms and narrow waist were a stark contrast to Tifa's curvier form. Her chest was modest. No quite flat but her breast plate certainly exaggerated her assets, and between her legs was a a wispy tuft of brown hair.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel inadequate.” Jessie mumbled meekly, fidgeting in place. “I don't know why I'm even here, it's not like any one will be looking at me.”

“That's not true.” Tifa reached out and patted Jessie on the shoulder. “Believe me, there are plenty out there that appreciate petite women.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jessie rolled her eyes.

“Really, I mean it.” Tifa said. “If I had a gil for every time I heard a guy call me a 'cow' when he thought I couldn't hear, 7th Heaven would be a lot nicer place.” This perked Jessie up.

“You know, you really are something else.” Jessie said, speaking to Tifa's breasts. “If seen you fight and I have no idea how you can move like that with those things.”

“I eat right, work out, and generally take good care of myself.” Tifa smirked, raised her arms, and flexed, bulging her biceps underneath the her long black gloves. She had been asked the question women asked her many time, especially other busty women. Most of the women she found complained about their chest size didn't exactly take care of themselves. They acted like their bodies were just supposed to work without and maintenance. Some simple back and pectoral exercises would do these women a world of good.

“Still...” Jessie leaned in. “That's a lot to take care of.” She took a step closer. “Do you mind?” Before Tifa could answer, Jessie reached out and cupped the bottom of each of Tifa's breasts with her hands, lifting them up. Her eyes bulged at the weight.

Tifa yelped. That was another first for her, gone now. She never though Jessie would be the first person to feel her bare breasts.

“O-okay!” Tifa stammered, pulling Jessie's hands off of her. “I think it's time we opened up.”

“R...right.” Jessie mumbled. “You're not going to take those off?” She pointed to Tifa's gloves and stockings.

“I went all the way last time.” Tifa shook her head. “Now, it's your turn.” She didn't add that she liked wearing the stocking and gloves while nude. It framed her body and made her feel more naked than without them. “Speaking of though, you're going to want to put those back on.” Tifa pointed to Jessie boots. “These floor boards aren't kind of bare feet.”

While Jessie bent down and laced up her boots, Tifa took a deep, calming breath, then slapped her cheeks with both her hands.

“Alright!” Tifa clenched her fists, psyching herself up. “Let's get this show on the road!”

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