DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 4

There was a deep gasp in the dark alley—whether it came from both throats or from just one, Valeria didn’t know. What was obvious and mutual was the pressure, so the young model looked down to see two fat, generous bulges under AntiValeria’s black top pressed against her own pair of sexy D-cup breasts covered by equally dark cloth. The contact between glands was not tight yet, but the perfect alignment between the four boobs made Valeria realize that the other masked beauty brought to the battle weapons very similar or perhaps even identical in size, shape and firmness to those she herself carried. In her years of secret wars of unbridled passion, she had confronted all kinds of breasts, overwhelming the smaller ones with sheer mass and crushing the larger ones with decisive hardness. But surprisingly confronting a bust that practically mirrored her own big assets made Valeria’s heart race with an explosive mix of anticipation, anxiety and competitiveness.

“You sounded so fucking confident on that screen, bitch, that I’m sure you should have done this before.” Valeria licked her lips as her beautiful brown eyes were now locked on AntiValeria’s identical eyes, the masks of the two young women facing each other. “Because I don’t think you’d be stupid enough to challenge a tough, seasoned she-cat like me being a rookie, would you?”

“That would be very disappointing, don’t you think, Valeria?” the other girl said. “All this build-up, with the video surprise, the messages to your personal phone, the ambush in this empty and dark alley…all for nothing.” The stalker clicked her tongue. “Sorry, you overrated little whore, but this isn’t my first grinding fight.”

“So you’ve been getting in shape for me, huh?” Valeria mumbled with some pride.

“Yes,” AntiValeria confessed plainly. “I wanted a fair fight, and that meant having the same experience, not just having more or less identical bodies.”

“What do you mean, more or less identical?” the influencer growled as the night air seemed to get a little warmer around her. Under her top, Valeria felt a few small drops of perspiration on her suggestive breasts—eagerness was beginning to stir her. “Don’t you think that…?”

“I mean our bodies are quite alike,” AntiValeria interrupted. “We’re both busty brunettes with long legs and nice gym asses. 1.70 height and 58 weight.” The dangerous accuracy of the information her rival had about her made Valeria’s eyes widen in surprise. “But my body is still better than yours. My Ds are bigger than your Ds. My belly is fitter than your belly. My ass is firmer than your ass. My legs are stronger than your legs.” An arrogant smile appeared behind the stranger’s mask. “And please don’t make me compare faces, for your own sake.”

Instinctively, Valeria pushed her juicy bosoms a little more against AntiValeria’s bulky assets. In her entire life, no one had ever spoken to her like that, much less since a late but generous blossoming in her teens had given her that drop-dead gorgeous face and that heart-stopping body. There wasn’t a single woman  who had met Valeria Guerrero in person and could even dream of matching her sex appeal, not even other young and trendy models and Instagram stars, yet now she seemed to have met her match in a mysterious girl who, pressing chest to chest against her, was adamantly and smugly claiming that she outranked her head to toe, body part against body part, beauty against beauty, in the closest of comparisons. Whoever that enigmatic brown-eyed brunette was, she wasn’t going to let her think that way.

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