[BettyBoop]

Chapter 3

By this point I had left my inhibitions behind me and the only part of my brain that seemed to be alive was the part which was, let’s say not too ladylike. I’d given up trying to act like I hadn’t noticed the growing tent in his now tightly fitted pants but I had. I reached over him for my bag and absentmindedly ran my hand across it. He gulped then looked over at me.
‘Truth or Dare’ I asked him, the anticipation screaming at me. He chose dare and the butterflies in my stomach went berserk.
‘Hm, I dare you to masturbate to orgasm, any noise you make will lose you one item of clothing, and you may proceed’ I said it jokingly at first but he shrugged and slipped his hands into his boxers. My eyes boggled and I nearly slipped off my seat. He began and by the look of his face it seemed he wasn’t new to this. One part of me was wondering what I’d got myself into yet I was thoroughly intrigued.
I heard movement and I hissed ‘Lucas!’
He attempted to yank his trousers up with his hand still down his pants and they caught on him plaited bracelet getting trapped. I jumped onto his lap just as Mr Gretchen walked up.
‘Oh! Hello sir!’ I stuttered, looking down hoping he would just leave.
‘Charlotte, Lucas’ He nodded then walked back, looking guilty as if he’d walked in on us, which I suppose he had.
I jumped off him, giggling at his face and his wrist trapped still in his pants, he wriggled his wrist free and returned his trousers to knee level.
He looked at me like he was afraid or embarrassed, it made me burst into laughter and he joined in soon.
‘Well, I think my dare was, mostly, fulfilled. Now, ‘Truth or Dare’ to you.’ Lucas said.
‘Dare, again’ I smiled.
‘Hm, remove your bra....’
He paused
‘Throw it out of the window, or just place it in your bag, though if you don’t throw it out the window you’ll have to remove everything but your hooded sweatshirt and have the zip a third of the way down.’
Of course I would have preferred to keep my t-shirt on but under the circumstances, I was wearing my favourite bra. I pulled my tee off then undid my bra, I stuffed them both into my duffel then left my zip down to around my bellybutton.
I felt Lucas’ eyes on my chest but I didn’t say anything, I was around a C cup, slightly above average I supposed. Lucas had seemed to notice and that made me smile slightly. I dared him to remove his shirts, he protested about Mr Gretchen but I reminded him he could just say he got warm; Mr Gretchen did not much care for uncomfortable situations and would most likely let it go. He did as I asked, he removed his shirts together and I couldn’t help my eyes wondering down his chest to wear his torso hair travelled downward to the unknown. He also kicked of his trousers as he pulled a blanket close to him.
‘Brave all of a sudden?’I wondered aloud.
‘Mr Gretchen just fell asleep’ He said with a smirk
‘Ah, I see... my next dare’ I asked
He shuffled in his seat to find his bag, he moved his arm around in there until he seemed to find what he was looking for, he pulled out a black marker.
Instantly I said ‘Not on my face’
‘No worries, your ass?’
I blushed but turned around in my seat to rest on my knees, my skirt was short enough to see my ass, but I still felt his hands lingering as he rolled it up further. Even though I felt it impossible, my face got redder, but I didn’t turn around to face him. It was dark enough outside I could see him reflected in the glass. I noticed his boner had returned and he pulled off the pen lid and brought the end to my butt. I felt it swirl across my butt though I couldn’t make it out by the feel alone, I tried to see but he wouldn’t let me.
I’ll tell you what it says if you promise to do your next dare?’
‘Fine’ I grumbled, while trying not to laugh. ‘Truth or dare?’
He chose truth and I questioned him ‘Do you know the length of your, Penis, and if so did you measure it yourself. Also how long is it?’ I sped through the sentence, trying to keep my face from betraying my embarrassment. Lucas on the other hand seemed perfectly calm.
‘It’s around 7 inches, yes I measured it, but honestly I think everyone has, not mine, but theirs, you know’ He said sounding confused. ‘Now your dare, remove either, your hooded sweatshirt completely or your skirt until we get to the next service stop’
I looked at him to see if he was serious, he was. I pulled myself up to lean on the chairs in front of me. The closest people to us were five rows away and in a deep sleep. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my butt where Lucas’ hand had just spanked me. I nearly flew across the chairs.
‘What the hell-‘
He cut me off.
‘Your butt does say ‘Spank Me’’
‘What – Oh you! Humph’ I mumbled.
I noticed his eyes had once again travelled to my butt; I was pretty sure I had a red mark and decided to torture him a little. I slowly leaned forward arching my back inwards and slowly exposing more of my bare ass. I heard him groan and I moved back to sit on my feet.
‘Skirt’ I decided.
I went back to leaning over the chairs, firstly because I didn’t want to see his face because I was embarrassed enough and secondly I enjoyed not knowing what was going on behind me. I stood and slowly unbutton the button on my hip then tugged at the zipper. When I let it go, my skirt simply slipped to my feet. I felt warm air brush my legs as Lucas exhaled. I raised my arms stretching making my hooded sweatshirt to rise up revealing more of my back and stomach. I sat back down, pulling my knees up to my chest. Lucas was silent for a minute and he looked like he had forgotten to breath. I giggled then said ‘Dare for you, I’m not asking this time, get the boxers off’ I winked at him trying to suppress laughter at his stunned expression.