[Lizard]

DOUBLE DARE

With the coming, and going, of spring, things more
important than doing dares have taken priority -- well,
until yesterday. I was sitting on the sofa, reading the
news, when my wife appeared in the room with the dare
jar in her hand. I knew what it meant, but I did not
anticipate that she would announce that since it had
been a while, I'd need to go off and accomplish two
tasks. She reached in and took one of the folded pieces
of paper, then handed me the jar to extract my second
fate.

I handed her the paper and watched her facial expression
change to an evil grin as she unfolded and silently read
the words on each piece of paper. She looked up, paused
another couple of seconds for dramatic effect, and
announced that these worked well together; only a slight
change would be needed to combine them into a single
dare.

Dare number one, as it was originally written, was to
put on a pair of low-rise jeans over top of a pair of my
wife's black lace panties. To complete the outfit, I'd
wear a t-shirt that was likely to expose the waistline
of my jeans when I sat. Wearing this outfit, I was to go
to the local book seller's, which also has an espresso
bar, order a coffee and sit for 20 minutes. The dare
indicated both the row of tables where I was to sit and
that I was to sit forward in the chair, leaning on the
table whilst reading my book. I was to read, and enjoy a
coffee, for 20 minutes while it would be pretty certain
that the waist band of the panties would be in plain
view.

The second dare was for me to go to a local department
store and purchase a pair of lacy panties. After making
my purchase, and back in my car, I was then to change
into those panties before driving away.

As my wife read this dare aloud, I sensed exactly how
she was going to combine these -- rather than starting
out in a pair of her panties, I'd be changing in the car
park, and then going to the book seller's for my coffee.
She was right; by luck, these two dares fit perfectly
together.

I changed and received an approving smile that indicated
the t-shirt and jeans that I selected met her
expectations. My jeans were low rise and slightly too
big in the waist; I was not allowed a belt. The t-shirt
I selected was plain black and just touched the waist of
my jeans when I stood normally. A kiss good-bye and I
was in the car and off to the store.

Once at the store I slowly made my way to the women's
department. Trying to be inconspicuous, yet trying to be
quick about it, I hastily considered all of my options.
My instructions were that the panties had to have a lacy
waistband; the style of panty didn't matter beyond that.
They also had to be either red or pink. Feeling like
every eye in the store was watching me, I selected a
pink pair of bikini panties with a lacy waistband, and
headed for the checkout.

At the checkout I queued up for the grey haired sales
women figuring she would be less likely than the younger
sales gal to give me any curious looks, or comment,
about my purchase. The lady in front of me had a fair
number of items, and as I was waiting patiently, the
young sales person finished helping her customer and
called for me to step over to her till. Not wanting to
draw unnecessary attention, I did so and tried to act
like my purchase was ordinary. I could feel my heart
rate quicken, but she made no comment as she rang the
total out on the register. Finally they were paid for,
placed into a small plastic bag, and I was on my way
back to the car.

The department store shares it's car park with a few
other stores including an office supply and shoe store.
On a bright Saturday afternoon, needless to say, it was
fairly busy. I had parked away from the majority of the
cars, but not so far into the outer reaches of the
pavement that I might attract the attention of any
security who happened to be watching over things.
Reaching the car I climbed in and took a quick look
round to see what the danger of being spotted was. I
noticed just one woman behind and a few spaces over from
my car who was fussing with the buckling of her toddler
into the car seat.

Again I felt like all of the world was watching as I
continued to look round while unfastening the button and
zipper of my jeans. Quickly I kicked my sandals off and
slid my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. Looking
round once more, I bent over and wrestled my feet from
the jeans; something less than simple when sitting in
the car with the steering wheel in the way.

Briefly I sat back up and reached over to the passenger
seat for my new panties. Jeans on the floor at my feet,
totally naked from the waist down, and in broad
daylight; my heart was racing now. Panties in hand, two
cars drove slowly past, and fortunately neither of them
decided to park near to me.

I had to bend over again to get my feet through the
openings in the panties and begin to work them up my
legs. Bending over meant that I couldn't watch for
people and thus I might be surprised when I sat back up
again. This only added to the excitement and made
looping the panties over my feet all that much harder.

Finally I had the panties on and felt better being less
than naked from the waist down, but realising that I was
still in a pretty embarrassing situation should anybody
decide to park immediately next to me, or stroll close
enough to see into the car.

As it turns out, jeans are much more difficult to get on
when sitting in a car than to get off. It felt like it
took forever to get my legs back into the jeans, and to
begin working them up and finally fully on with the
zipper closed and waist button fastened. Another
condition of the dare was that once the button was
closed, I could not touch and/or adjust my jeans. Maybe
that does not sound too difficult, but the pair of jeans
that I was wearing are slightly too big in the waist,
and as I was not permitted to wear a belt for the dare,
it was going to be difficult to walk into the book
seller's, stand in the coffee queue and finally sit down
without being able to tug them up at all.

With the first part of the dare finally accomplished, I
started the car and headed over to the book seller's for
part two. The drive was uneventful, and my heart rate
had finally slowed to normal as I turned into the car
park and selected a spot. I headed inside and queued up
for a cup of espresso.

My wife knows that being in a situation where people
will "catch me" if they are paying attention is a huge
turn-on for me. Both having to change in the car, and
now feeling pretty sure that my panties would be visible
while I was enjoying my drink, played right into this.
Given the randomness of the dare jar I'm sure that my
wife didn't ever plan on these two dares being combined,
but as I stood waiting for my turn to order, I couldn't
help think about how well these dares had come together
as one.

Espresso ordered, paid for and handed to me, I headed
for a seat in the appointed row of tables. My back was
to face the natural aisle to the counter, and anybody
coming in to order would be forced to walk past me. I
sat, dug my book from my rucksack, began to read leaning
forward with my arms on the table and holding the book
in both hands. From a bit of cold air on my back I could
sense that the back of my t-shirt had ridden up; whether
or not the lacy waist of my panties was on display was
unknown. I imagined that with the loose fitting jeans,
and the fact that I didn't adjust them after walking in,
that they'd have slipped down far enough to give anybody
glancing at me a treat.

I read for about 20 minutes and I'd estimate that 10 to
20 people passed behind me. I'll never know exactly who
noticed, but I have to believe that there were a few. I
packed in my book, returned the espresso cup to the
counter and headed home where I was greated by my wife
eager to see for herself how the dare had gone and to
hear all about it.

Until next time!
Liz