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11-07-2009, 08:50 PM | #1 |
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The Honey-Do List [NON-FICTION]
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Forward I've debated whether to post this as a blog, or as a serial (installment) story. As it is non-fiction, and ongoing, the decision was not obvious, but I've decided to post it as a serial assuming that the readership will be greater than as a blog. As you read, you will understand that I am not in control of events which are accounted for here and the next installment will come when it does. Please have patience -- if it were up to me there'd be a new chapter each day! __________________________________________________ ______ THE HONEY-DO LIST Somewhere, hidden in my wife's things, there is a jar. The jar, and old peanut butter jar I think, contains a bunch of folded bits of paper. In that jar you might expect to find a collection of "honey-do" household tasks for me to accomplish, but my wife's "honey-do" jar contains dares. As it tickles her fancy, my wife will pull a dare from the jar and present it to me with instructions like "while I'm off having lunch with my mum tomorrow, you need to see to this task." For me, just holding the paper is enough to start the butterflies in my stomach. Once she presents me with the paper I like to stew a bit, and usually do not open it until the next morning; sleeping like a child on Christmas eve waiting who wonders what Santa might leave in their sock. For the record, I am male, old enough to know better (over 21) and married (if that wasn't obvious already). What follows are my accounts of how each "honey-do" played out. THE MALL Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I could hear my wife rustling round in her office. Contacts out, teeth cleaned, I had just pulled my nightshirt over my head when she appeared and leaned against the jamb of the door that separates our bedroom from the bath. She waited for me to finish adjusting my nightshirt, and then handed me a folded piece of paper. "I'm driving down to lunch with mum tomorrow," she announced. "I'll expect that when I return you will have accomplished the task." She winked and smiled, then turned and crossed the room to crawl into bed. I held the paper, folded and sealed shut with a bit of tape, savoring the feeling and the quickening of my heart as I began to ponder what I might have to do. I laid the paper on the dresser, still unopened, and joined my other half in between the sheets and fell asleep letting my mind wander to all of the things that I might be doing to "accomplish the task." I woke to brilliant sunshine this morning and after my shower I flicked open the dare that had spent the night on my dresser. It read: "Go to the mall. You must try on a skirt and bring me a picture." I decided to do the dare at lunch and figured that it wouldn't be all that difficult, at least until I started to think about what store I might actually do the dare in. The big department stores at our mall have their men's and women's sections on different floors and the sales people tend to get snippy when it comes to men going into a dressing room that is in the women's department. So, as I drove to the mall, I pondered which of the smaller mall shops would be my target. I walked the length of the mall, peering into each of the possible stores to check out who might be shopping and who was working. The mall was fairly empty, a few shoppers here and there and what seemed minimal sales people working. I finally decided on a trendy little place, with two sales girls and a couple of shoppers, went inside and began to scope out what my possibilities were to be. What I hadn't realised, until I was well into the store, was that it was completely juniors -- no guy clothing what so ever, and I was standing out like a sore thumb. I could have turned tail and gone into one of the other shops, but decided that I'd stay and pull it off where I was. I made a circle through the store, and while there were lots of dresses, I only saw one rack of skirts which were micro-minis. They were cute, but I wanted to avoid those if at all possible. Also, because it was a junior's shop, I was going to have a tough time finding something and getting into a changing room without raising some suspicion, and as I wandered through the store it became clear that the dressing rooms were locked. The bottom line was that I was going to have to ask for some help. By this time both of the sales people were busy at the register helping someone with a return. Lots of paperwork and it seemed to take them a long time to finish up. Two other girls came wandering in and seemed to know one of the sales people; by now my little heart was thumping pretty fast and as the customer at the desk finished up, knowing that I was next, it seemed to race even faster. "Now or never," I thought and I walked up to the sales counter. Speaking in what I hoped was a voice quiet enough not to carry past the sales desk, I explained that I had lost a bet (ok, so I fibbed a bit) and that I had to try on a skirt at the mall. I asked if that would be possible and if they'd be willing to help me out. The looks on their faces were priceless. As I began, there was definite trepidation in their eyes, but as I got to the crux of the request their concern faded and they tried to keep their grins to a minimum. After a brief pause, with me wondering what they were really thinking, one asked me to follow her. She led me to the front of the store, fished round on a rack for a second or two, and handed me a black skirt. "The changing rooms are in the back" she said as she started walking toward the rear of the store. I followed; during our brief walk she asked if I was going to have to take a picture to prove that I did the dare. I answered "yes" as I thought to myself that maybe this wasn't the first customer with such a request. Once in side of the changing room I was relieved to see that there was a mirror. I had feared that the only mirror would be outside of the room and that I'd have to step back into a public place wearing the skirt to snap the picture. Relieved, I put on the skirt, stepped to the edge of the room and snapped a picture as proof. Dressed again in my own clothes, I left the skirt on a rack in the back, and thanked the girls as I was leaving. The butterflies in my stomach were still circling as I got into my car and started the drive back home. It's hard to say what other dares are waiting for me in the jar. All I can do is sit back and wait until another "honey-do" is handed to me.
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11-11-2009, 07:04 AM | #2 |
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Excellent. I love this idea. Your wife sounds great fun and it seems you are enjoying it too. Can't wait for the next post.
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01-23-2010, 01:16 PM | #3 |
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Driving Home From Dinner [non-fiction]
DRIVING HOME FROM DINNER
Seems that the end of the year holidays create such a stir round the house that neither my wife or I seem to have any time to relax and have some fun. As a result of the hustle and bustle, it had been a while since my better half had selected a dare from the jar. Yesterday, while I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast, I was informed that since I was planning on meeting a friend for dinner, I'd be taking on an additional task while I was out. Unlike last time, I was presented with the jar and told to select my fate. I reached into the glass jar and slowly chose one of the "honey-do" slips of paper. Slowly I unfolded the paper to reveal my fate. "Put on a skirt and panties," it read. "Go to McDonald's and order something at the drive through. If you have to wait behind another car, you must remove your panties while in line." On its own, this dare might not have been all that difficult, but I was very reluctant about wearing a skirt to meet a friend for dinner. After a bit of negotiation, we agreed that I could change into the skirt in the car after dinner. It'd be dark, but the restaurant was one I'd not been to before, so there were lots of unknowns about how "friendly" of an environment for changing I was going to find. The drive home from the restaurant was also much longer than the drive to the local McDonald's would have been and that seemed to make my wife quite happy. So after work I kissed my wife good bye, and headed out to meet my friend for dinner. The restaurant was about 30 minutes from the house, and on my way up I spotted a McDonald's one junction before the restaurant which would be perfect for my stop on the way home. Pulling into the car park, I found a spot that I thought would be secluded without being too obviously away from everything else and thus good for my wardrobe change later. As it turns out I was nearly right on that count. Dinner was great, good food and a good time catching up with a long lost friend, but before long I found myself saying good bye and heading for the car. Climbing in, I noticed that the car parked immediately in front of my car was occupied -- looked like someone waiting for a girlfriend to get off of work. Not wanting to attract too much attention, I chickened out just a bit and moved the car to a spot on the other side of the car park where I would stop to change into my skirt. Feeling somewhat guilty about having moved the car before changing, I decided that I'd park directly below a light pole rather than finding a darker spot; anybody walking past would then have a clear view into the car and there'd be no question as to what I was doing. Not trying to rush too much, haste in these situations does make waste, I kicked my shoes off, and slid out of my jeans. I pulled the skirt up and after wrestling a bit in the seat managed to get it on properly. Beneath my jeans I was wearing tights, it's bloody cold here right now, and I was faced with whether or not to take them off before heading out. I finally decided that given the late hour the chances weren't good that I'd end up behind someone at the drive through, but if I was unlucky and did, removing both tights and panties could be a akin to a very bad dream. With that, I lifted my butt off of the seat, hiked my skirt up a bit, and tugged the tights down. Wrestling out of them in a parked car, with the hand break on and not worrying about moving along in the drive through lane, was tough enough; getting out of them while paying attention to drive through traffic and such would have been nearly impossible. The car had been idling the whole time I was changing, but it was still quite cold and now bare legged I was quite cold. Again I adjusted my skirt, put the car into first gear, slowly maneuvered to the road, and a few seconds later was rolling up to speed to merge with the traffic on the highway. The McDonald's was just at the next junction so the first leg of the trip home was going to be very short. As I was about to get into the exit lane, I was passed by a police car who then pulled in front of me and also pulled onto the ramp to leave the highway. I was all ready a bit on edge, but with a cruiser in front of me started to get a bit paranoid; I certainly did not want to make some little driving error that might get me pulled over for a citation. Luck was with me; the keeper of the peace turned left and my route to the drive through took me to the right at the end of the ramp. The moment of truth, number two, was now upon me. It was nearly 9:00 p.m. and I was pretty confident that I'd not have to wait behind another car in the drive through lane thus keeping my panties on. As I pulled round the back of the building I was indeed the only car in the queue and I pulled immediately to the kiosk to give my order. "Yes!" I thought to myself and placed my order for a medium drink. Order in, I slowly edged the car round to the side of the building where the pick-up windows are, and to my chagrin there sat a van at the first window. "Shit," I muttered as I was now waiting behind the van in order to pay for my beverage. The van must have gone round the corner just before I pulled up to the kiosk, and without question I, even if ever so briefly, was going to have to wait for it. I pulled to the first window and was met with a smile as I passed a fiver through the open window to the cashier. "Now or never," I thought as she turned to gather the change from the till, and I quickly reached up under my skirt, grabbed my panties by the crotch and pulled them down. Of course I was trying to do this while looking as innocent as possible knowing that the cashier was going to turn back and look down into my car in order to hand me my change; I really didn't want to be any more obvious than necessary. I had managed to get my panties just to my knees when she turned back to the window and reached out with my change. I stopped fiddling under my skirt, and took the change from her giving her a big grin and a polite "thank you" as I pulled forward to the next window. I'll never know exactly what she saw, but I'm guessing she's seen worse. The guy at the second window seemed off in his own world, and if he noticed that this customer was wearing a skirt, with pretty panties halfway off, he didn't show it. I took the drink and pulled forward enough to let the next car reach the pick-up window and came to a stop. There I finished taking my panties off. Now I was naked under my skirt, did I mention that I really don't like going comando, I was soon pulling back on the highway and heading for home. The rest of the drive was uneventful. Traffic was light, and even if it hadn't been, it was dark so those who passed me didn't really have the chance to see anything; not that there was much to see. My wife met me at the door and immediately checked to see if I had had to wait at the drive through. As for completing my dare, lets just say that I was nicely rewarded.
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06-22-2010, 08:33 PM | #4 |
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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
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