Having dated Elesa since before she was either a renowned model or a gym leader, Skyla was used to seeing her look transform regularly, to seeing her clothes go through radical shifts. Her style changed with the seasons.
Her newest look had been the starkest change in recent memory, though. Elesa had never strayed from her natural blonde, but there she sat atop Skyla, hair dyed jet black and with long extensions put in that replaced the dangling headphone cords that she'd kept in her ensemble for over two years. Skyla wasn't glad to see them go, given how much fun and application they had in the bedroom, and how brittle and useless for light bondage hair was. She liked her girlfriend's new look overall, though.
Their first time after a sudden change was always a little strange, though. Skyla had no idea how Elesa's new outfit entirely worked, and she preferred her girlfriend half-clothed when they made love. Her one-piece outfit didn't seem to allow for any of that though, and ended up discarded in frustration. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, and gave up trying to.
Skyla did end up half-clothed though, as she usually was, with Elesa's new fur coat on the pristine floor beneath them. The new ensemble lacked nails, which was good because no matter how deft at avoiding scratching her Elesa was, it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world, and there was a certain looseness to how Elesa grabbed at her, constantly slipping and releasing to seize a new area. One hand tended to her breast, always the same breast, the one on the side of Elesa's dominant hand, the one that seemed more sensitive. The other wandered, going over all of her lightly tanned skin, going slowly enough that the skin just ahead of her began to tingle with anticipation, lighting up ecstatically the moment she brushed her fingertips against it.
On the side of the breast she refused to stop paying loving attention to, she had pulled up Skyla's leg, resting it on her shoulder and straddling her. Their slick mounds pressed together, and Skyla recognized the rhythm at which Elesa rubbed against her as being to the beat of the music that played in her gym all day. There were different songs, but the tempo and the underlying bass drum that kept time always seemed to be the same. Elesa did everything by that rhythm, including grinding her pussy against her lover's.
They tribbed on the catwalk that had become her gym, though in the late evening the gym was closed, and there was no crowd, no bright lights. The fur coat beneath Skyla's back, spread out, helped mitigate the discomfort of the floor. She wasn't simply lying on it, she was being pressed down and rocked against it, and though her ass was rather plush, it didn't appreciate being pushed against a bare floor.
Reaching out, Skyla grabbed Elesa's hip with one hand, holding onto it tightly and rocking back against her in the same motion. It was too familiar a beat even for her, who didn't hear it every day, and throwing herself into it seemed to help her zero all of her focus in on the gorgeous naked woman atop her, moaning and writhing. Her other hand found one of the extensions, and she wrapped a finger slowly around, winding its way up. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine it was still a headphone cord. That Elesa's hair was black and her clothes were different didn't matter anymore. She was still Elesa, still her high school romance, still the only girl she'd ever loved.
"Faster," Skyla moaned, beckoning Elesa to break free of the music's subconscious effect on her. Her body demanded more, especially as a little shift led to Elesa's clit grinding right up against hers, making her shiver and bite down on her trembled lip. "Please Elesa, I'm so close." She needed it badly, not caring about the fur coat beneath them, or the potential for ruining the inner lining with a rush of her juices. She needed release.
It came shortly though, well before Elesa had even begun to move faster. It had just been too long since she last felt the lithe body against her, and the soft moans rolling out of Elesa's unpainted lips were the sweetest, most desirable song in the world. She came loudly, her cries echoing into the empty hall as her body exploded in glory, clutching hard at Elesa with both her hands, wishing she had more so that she could hold tightly onto all the places on the model that she adored.
"Why do you like having sex on the catwalk so much?" she asked, panting heavily. Her entire body had started to rock, back arching and head rolling as she gripped the redhead's large breast tighter. Her own orgasm would be further away, but she knew that Skyla could keep going for long periods of time, so she didn't let up even as Skyla went limp beneath her. "We always seem to end up here for our foreplay."
"It's simple," she said in return. A light tug of the finger that had engaged the extension beckoned Elesa down to her lips, and she spoke her words lowly against them. "Everyone looks at you on this catwalk, and they focus on the clothes. What you wear matters to them, but they appreciate it and they appreciate you wearing it. I see you as more than a wardrobe though, I see you as a person, someone beneath those clothes who matters to me. The catwalk is for appreciation though, and I think if anyone deserves to appreciate you on it, it's me."
Elesa was rather fond of the answer, and her lips latched onto Skyla's, and they didn't let go for the longest time.