12-31-2008, 08:34 AM | #1 |
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Dares In The Mail
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Dares In The Mail There were two weeks left. Just a fortnight and summer holiday would start, but before that I had to get through my exams. One week of final classroom sessions, plus one week of half day examiniation periods, equals two weeks of never ending stress; one doesn't need to be a math whiz to figure that one out. With some good fortune the outcome would also be high enough marks to ensure my acceptance to university (not to mention marks high enough to please my parents). The rest of my family had long ago turned out their lights, leaving me in the downstairs study trying to organise my notes into something that might provide a good study base. I could feel my contacts drying, my eyes fighting against the itching of the lenses, when I finally gave in and decided enough was enough. I figured that I'd give my eMail one quick check and then put myself into bed. With a click, and a password, my in-box was painted on the monitor with a new message at the top of the list. I almost dismissed it as spam, the sender was TOAD which mentally translated to "delete me," but the subject drew me in: "Charlie -- your weekly dare." My name is Charlie, a kid nickname which never went away; short for Charline. Because I get all kinds of spam with a subject that is some short form of my eMail address, seeing my real nickname in the subject convinced me that it was a friend playing a joke. Another click and the electronic message was painted on the screen: Hi Charlie, You are much too wrapped up in your prep work for exams. A tightly wound gal will not be accepted to university, so I've put you on a weekly dare programme that will loosen you up a bit. Each Sunday I'll be sending you an eMail, and expect to hear from you the following Saturday night. Nothing short of a complete report with all of the details of how you did; if you dare! Your dare: This week, you are to sleep wearing only a pair of panties and with the door to your room open wide. Before tucking in, drink a full glass of water, and if you must get up to wee before 6:30 in the morning, you may not put on any other clothes for your walk to the loo and back. I am really looking forward to hearing how you do. Cheers! TOAD I read the eMail twice. Then, after closing my eyes and counting to ten, a third time. I could not believe my (still itchy) eyes. I was pooped, beyond pooped actually, and this would have to wait until Monday when I could give it a bit more consideration. I decided that I'd go through with the dare for at least the one night, and make a decision as to whether or not to continue, let alone reply to this TOAD creature, when I was clear headed. With that I headed to the kitchen to drink down a full glass of water, and then bounced up the stairs toward my bed. It was already half one, so falling asleep took little time, and my bladder didn't object before the alarm buzzer screamed out at 7:00am; easy dare! Well, easy until I realised that while I didn't have wander down the hall mostly undressed to wee over night, I was going to have to get out of bed and close the door wearing nothing but my panties. I could hear my brother and mother downstairs, and I was pretty sure that dad had already left for work, so crossing to close the door wasn't too bad, but I certainly didn't take my time. After school I raced home and logged back into eMail. Still sitting in the in-box was the message from TOAD (actually my blury and scratchy eyes the night before, and my choice of smallish font, had mislead me; I had seen an 'A' when in actually it was an 'R' making the eMail from TORD, not TOAD. "Ha!" I thought, "Truth Or Dare," and wondered how I managed to miss that one the night before. Still, I had no clue who might have sent the eMail, and, maybe out of spite, continued to think of the mistery eMailer as TOAD. I had paid close attention, but nobody at school even came close to touching on the subject. Either it was not one of my mates, or someone was doing a wonderful job of keeping very mum about it. I read the eMail yet another time, and decided that it probably couldn't hurt to play along. I found an on-line journaling site, started an account, tadpole, and prepared to journal my dares for TOAD. Yes, I was a bit parinoid, and was going to work hard at not giving TOAD anything that could be tied directly back to me. It was clear that TOAD knew my name, and I wasn't sure how or what anything I wrote back might come back to pester me in the future, so assuming a new identity that didn't involve my well known eMail address would put a small bit of defense up. A quick invitation sent from the new blog site alerted TOAD to where he would find my responses. That is how it all began. What ensued was several fun weeks of dares, allowing this gal to relax just enough to blast through all of her exams and bring home the grades to please both the admissions offices and the parents. For your entertainment, here are the blog entries that I posted at the end of each week: Last edited by Leopard; 01-04-2011 at 02:44 PM. |
12-31-2008, 08:40 AM | #2 |
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eDare 1: Sleeping Nearly Naked
TOAD has dared me to sleep wearing only panties, and with the door open. I must drink a full glass of water immediately before bed, and if I have to get up and use the loo before 6:30 in the morning I must travel to and from the without putting on any additional clothing. The first night wasn't all that difficult; I had been exhausted and even having downed the glass of water on my way to my room, I was out cold until my alarm brought be back to the living (after 6:30), so I could throw a long T-shirt on before scampering down the hall for my morning wee. The next two nights were much the same. Wednesday enening I went on a lemonaid kick and even though I visited the loo on the way to bed, I was up at 4:30 having to go again; something in that blasted lemonaid kicked my kidneys into high gear. It was still dark, and much too early for my brother or dad to be awake yet, so wandering down the hall in just my panties wasn't hard, but I sure did move fast. Friday morning I woke with the sun just before six, and I had to pee. I thought about laying in bed until the alarm buzzed, but the pain of a full bladder was just too much and I was going to have to have some relief long before the alarm sounded. I could hear stirrings of someone in the house, but I could not tell who or where they were coming from. Finally my nearly bursting bladder, and associated pain, drove me to hop out of bed quickly, and head for some relief. I cruised down the hall, and rounded the corner into the safety of the small room, without being caught. It felt so good to pee, but the journey back to my room still loomed ahead and as I finished draining my insides, I could tell that everybody was now awake and on the return trip the possibility of being caught was good. As quietly as I could, I opened the door, rounded the corner and started my way down the central hall; usually it is a good thing, but today I was mentally cursing the fact that my room is at the far end of the hall. About half way down the hall I had to pass the top of the stairs and as I did who should be coming up but my mom. "Shit!" I thought to myself, and kept moving. I figured that if she had noticed me, and my state of near nakedness, she'd follow me to my room and let me have it there, and if she hadn't been paying attention she might not have noticed my tits on display. Either case, I wasn't going to stick round to ensure that she saw me! She appeared at the door to my room only seconds after I had pulled a t-shirt over my head. Mom never raises her voice, but I could tell that she wasn't pleased with the fact that I was running round in just my panties. I'm not sure that she bought the fact that I was half asleep and had to go really badly, but I gave it my best attempt. Fridays are sometimes a real bitch. Fortunately overnight Friday night, and into the last morning of the dare, nothing happened and, luckily for me, my mother never mentioned my outfit again. eDare 2: Free All Under TOAD's dare this week was pretty simple: no underwear. I was to start immediately upon receipt of the eMail and I was to take any underthings I was currently wearing off without leaving the room that I was in. I was tucked back in my dad's study, sequestered away studing for my exams when I decided to check my eMail. The rest of the family was watching some sports programme on television, so it was a minimal risk in taking my bra and panties off where I was. For a while now, I've prefered camisoles or sports bras to lacy bras that fasten in the back, but tonight that made things a bit more difficult as I was going to have to completely remove my t-shirt to get my cami off. I was able to pull both cami and shirt off in one motion and seemed to make pretty easy work of separating them and sliping my shirt back over my head to cover me again. It was time for my panties to go. I was wearing shorts, and it was either take them all the way down allowing me to step out of my panties, or unzip them enough to cut my panties from waist to leg opening allowing me to pull them out without having to be completely bottomless in dad's office. For a fleeting moment I considered rustling in one of dad's drawers for a pair of scissors to hack them off, but when I rememembered which panties I was wearing, one of my favorite pairs, cutting was no longer an option. The shorts would have to come off in order to remove my panties. I stood, unsnapped and undid the zipper on my shorts. Like before both panties and shorts were off in a single motion. I was separating them when I heard someone coming down the hall; I could feel the skin on the back of my neck go all prickly. I panicked a bit, but managed to sit down and scoot up to the desk, yes without anything on from the waist down, before my dad got to the door. I kicked my shorts and panties as far under the desk and prayed that they were out of sight. He only wanted to know if it was quiet enough for me, I think he realised that they went a bit crazy after the last goal. I said that everything was good, hoping that my voice was not quivering noticeably, and with that he turned and went back to watching the contest. As soon as he was gone, I eased the chair back, used my toes to retrieve my shorts, and pulled them back up over my hips. I swallowed hard to try to rid myself of the lump that seemed to have suddenly formed in my throat, as I put my panties and bra into my book bag and tried to settle down enough to return to my studying. Unlike last week, the week's dare was off to an exciting start. I was a bit nervous about going to school without anything underneith my clothes. I occasionally go without a bra, but it was a bit odd not wearing panties, especially to school. Fortunately, it was exams week so there was no changing into sports clothes or anything that might have called attention to the fact that I was unconstrained by underclothing. I kept to jeans and polo shirts all week, but Friday I decided to step it up a bit and wore a skirt. My skirt wasn't short by today's standards, it hit three or four inches above my knees, but just wearing a skirt really emphasised my lack of panties; exciting, invigorating, and scary, all at the same time. Friday was the last day of exams and nearly everybody was done after the morning session. With the afternoon off, several of my girlfriends and I decided to treat ourselves to an end of the term lunch out. As might be expected of six girls who were very much relieved to be done with exams, things got pretty loud, silly, and a bit interesting. I'm not sure quite how it came to this, but Kat dared me to take my panties off right there at the table. It might have been because I was the only one who had worn a skirt that day, or maybe because she didn't think that I'd do it. I must have turned beet red, and I'm sure their initial reaction was that I was too embarassed to slide my panties off in such a public place, but I knew the real reason for my blush. Loud, and nearly uncontrollable, laughter erupted from the other five when I tried to explain that I couldn't because I wasn't wearing any panties; they just thought that by claiming such I'd get out of it and save face. After all, from their point of view Charlie was not the type of gal that went without panties. Still giggling a bit, Kat, trying to assume a more superior tone, said "OK, then prove it." That stopped the laughter altogether. I'm sure she figured she was just calling my bluff and that I'd just reach up under my skirt and wiggle out of my panties leaving her the big winner. Kat was sitting next to me at the table, so I slid my chair back a bit, looked round to see who might take notice, and lifted my skirt up to prove to her that I wasn't kidding at all. I don't think any of the others could see, but the look on Kat's face was just priceless and was a definate signal to the others that I indeed had been telling the truth. Kat and I had already planned on spending the night with each other that night, and I got the third degree about why I wasn't wearing any panties. She was convinced that someone had put me up to it, saying something like I was too much of a goodie two-shoes to do something of that nature of my own accord. Different than before, but again, the look on her face was priceless as I told her about my eMail dares from TOAD and that I had been without any underwear all week. I could see the wheels turning inside her head and after taking a few seconds to digest what I had described, she said that she wanted to play along too, so we both went shopping on Saturday. It was the last day of the dare as Kat and I went off to the mall wearing short skirts, tank-tops and nothing under them. We had a blast trying to out do each other as we took turns proving to each other that we really were only wearing two pieces of clothing! |
12-31-2008, 08:44 AM | #3 |
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eDare 3: Strip Tease
School was officially over, and while TOAD's inital eMail had suggested that I needed these dares to help me relax and make it to the end of exams, I was pleased that a new dare was in my in-box Sunday afternoon. The dare that TOAD sent was pretty long and complex but boiled down to having to remove bits of clothing in odd locations based on the rolling of several dice. I was to roll the dice at 7pm each evening, and had to complete the dare between 8 and 11pm, which pretty much ensured that if I was doing these at home there'd be people round to catch me. Sunday evening turned out to be pretty easy. The combination of dice rolls was such that I needed to remove my shorts in the kitchen and I had to say there without them for 10 minutes. It's not unusal for me to have a snack about 10:30, so round about then I ventured to the kitchen and fixed a bowl of cereal. Just before I sat down to eat, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and let my shorts fall to the floor. To make me fidget just a bit more I left the shorts lying in plain view on the floor while I ate, and watched the clock. I nearly was done, both with time and my cereal, when my brother wandered through. Fortunately he was too absorbed in what was playing on his MP3 player, to notice that I was sitting in just my panties and a t-shirt and that my shorts were causually tossed on the floor. Monday's rolls proved to be a bit more challenging. I was to remove my bra while walking the dog. I usually take the mutt for a walk after dinner, but tonight was able to put it off until later because the weather had been less than friendly out. Finally, just after dark I snatched up the lead, attached the mutt and we set out for a trip round the neighbourhood. Far enough away from the house to start feeling comfortable, and in as much shadow as I could find, I stripped off my t-shirt, and then wrestled out of the camisole that I was wearing (did I mention that I hate bras?). I fumbled a bit getting my shirt on; I got nervous as I thought I heard someone approaching. As I started walking again, I did notice a couple on the other side of the road, but I'll never know what exactly they saw; I did find that a bit exciting. Tuesday Kat came over for dinner and to spend the evening. My parents and brother had gone to some kind of picnic or something and were expected home sometime between 8:00 and 10:00. All the time we were eating dinner Kat had been asking about my dare for the week. Finally, I told her that I'd only let her in on it if she would do it with me and there'd be no chickening out. Brave girl that she is, especially not knowing what the dare was, she agreed to be a part of it. It took a few minutes, but after I explained the dare we went up to my room and rolled the dice. Tonight we'd be taking our shorts off and watching the tele for 30 minutes. Not generally difficult, but we decided to start right at 8:00 to reduce the chance that my parents, and brother, would not walk in on us. We dropped our shorts, picked some silly programme (hoping that it might distract us from the realisation that there'd be hell to pay of either of my parents walked in on us), and plopped down on the sofa to watch. About ten minutes into the dare the phone rang and both Kat and I nearly jumpped out of our skin. I guess we were a bit wound up not wanting to be caught and not being able to do anything but watch the clock. We let the answer phone take a message and went back to watching the tele. With about two minutes to go in the dare we heard the back door open and the familiar voice of my mom yell hello to us. The clock flipped to 8:29 as Kat and I yelled that we'd be out in a minute or two. Luck was with us as my brother, who usually makes a bee line for the television, stopped in the kitchen to make a snack. That last sixty seconds seemed to last forever, and when it was over Kat and I threw on our shorts and went out to greet everybody. Embarassingly, my mom pointed out that my zipper had fallen down -- oops! Wednesday I ended up with the same combination as on Sunday. TOAD's rules stipulated that if I ended up with a duplicate combination I was to make another roll which would select a second item of clothing to remove. So, on Wednesday I was to remove my shorts and bra in the kitchen and stay there for 10 minutes. Again I decided on a 10:30 snack and ventured into the kitchen while my parents were in the television room watching some documentary and my brother was no where to be found. With the muted sounds of the tele drifting in from down the hall I slipped my polo shirt off in order to remove my bra and was briefly topless as I dropped the bra to the floor and squirmmed back into my shirt. I was pushing my jeans down my legs, just about to step out of them, when I heard the door to the bath, just outside of the kitchen, close. One of my parents was up from the tele, and likely to pop into the kitchen. Nearly tripping, I stepped out of the jeans and slid them, and my bra, under the kitchen table and quickly had a seat. Someone had left the daily paper on the table and I quickly pretended to be absorbed in something on one of the pages. I glanced up at the clock, to note when this bit of torture would be over, just as my dad strolled into the kitchen. Fortunately my reading the paper is not too out of the ordinary, and even though that wouldn't have been a big red flag, I was sure that he'd notice my lack of bottoms as he made his way to get something to snack on. My palms were sweaty, and just when I thought I'd made it unnoticed, he did ask: "are those your jeans on the floor?" I had to think quickly about how I answered, and needed not to sound too guilty, so I replied that they indeed were my jeans. I made up something about cleaning up after my snack, and spilling some water all down the front. Because I wanted to finish the article before going up to change, I decided to take them off rather than sitting round in soggy bottoms. He scolded me a bit, muttering something about the fact that I should watch what I went round the house wearing given that my teenage brother was also somewhere here, and then dad returned to finish watching his programme. I wondered if mom had mentioned my being topless a couple of weeks ago as I let loose a huge sigh of relief. Thursday I was to remove my panties in the television room and to watch an hours worth of tele. The actual removal of my panties would be easy as I had worn a skirt that day, but sitting on one of the two overstuffed sofas in my shortish skirt without my panties, and keeping that fact a secret, might be tricky. I went down right at 8:00 to find my brother and one of his mates already watching some sport show. They looked settled in, the contest had just begun it seemed, and I was between a rock and a hard spot. I stood behind one of the sofas and made small talk asking about the contest, how long, who might win and other things that I thought might annoy my brother enough to pick up and leave. It was obvious that they weren't going to budge until the end of the match and while I stood there I, as nonchalantly as possible, reached up under my skirt and worked my panties down. Stepping out of them, I eased them under the sofa with my foot, and went round to the other sofa to sit down for an hour of panty-less sports watching. It was difficult to get comfortable without affording the boys a nice shot up my skirt, and after a while I decided to have some fun. The sofas were arranged in an L-shape and the boys were stting on the same sofa. I decided to lay down lengthwise on my stomach and periodically bend my knees lifting my feet up toward the ceiling. I don't know if this really did afford the guys any kind of a view, but I made no effort to adjust my skirt allowing it to shift and ride up as it might. I was surprised at how quickly the hour passed and not knowing whether the boys were treated to an upskirt view of any quality or not made it that much more fun for me. My plans had been to spend the weekend with Kat. Her parents were having some sort of birthday celebration Saturday evening, a birthday celebration for her dad, and I had offered to help out and keep Kat company -- she seemed perfectly miserable when she told me that her mother had insisted that she be there and that she spend Friday night helping set up. We spent Friday evening setting out tables, chairs, and decorating and doing other odd chores that her mom reqeusted. I reminded Kat about my dare, and hinted that I had hoped she'd participate with me; she replied that she was hoping that she could play along too. At 7:00 we stole away from our decorating to give the dice a roll. TOAD's instructions were a bit different for the Friday and Saturday dares and when all was said and done our dare for the evening was going to be interesting. We were to go somewhere in the car, and on the way we were to remove one piece of clothing, our choice, and the removed clothing had to be placed up on the dashboard. Once at our destination, before getting back into the car, we were to remove another item of clothing. Once home we could replace one of the two removed items, but had to leave the discarded item in the car until morning. Kat and I looked at each other with what could only be described as "holy shit" looks. We were both wearing similar outfits which consisted of only three items: jeans, panties and a tanktop. We had an hour to contemplate our fate, to decide where we were going to go, and what excuse we could make to leave for a bit. As we rejoined Kat's mom in the kitchen, she announced that she wanted us girls to run to the store for a few last minute things. Kat started to protest, but realised that this was our ticket to doing our dare, so only a few minutes before 8:00 we were seated in Kat's mom's car heading into town. It was a no-brainer that we'd remove our panties on the way. We couldn't exactly go into the store without either our jeans or our tops, so as soon as we rounded the first corner I slid my jeans down, pulled my panties off and tossed them up on the dash. I was squirming back into my jeans when I realised that Kat was going to have to work a bit harder to get her's off before we got there. I held the wheel while Kat unbutoned and unzipped her jeans, though she'd have to wait until we stopped at the first light before she could get them all the way off. She barely got her feet out when the light changed and we were forced to move again. Kat was able to wiggle out of her panties as we drove, but finally decided to pull down a side street, and stop, in order to pull her jeans back on. Both pairs of anties on the dash, we pulled into the car park at the store and Kat sheepishly parked the car a fair distance away from the others. At first I thought she didn't want anybody to notice our panties on display, but then I remembered that we'd have to ditch one more item of clothing before getting back into the car and being a bit away from the other parked cars might be a good idea. Shopping done, items paird for, we returned to the car to stow them through the hatch into the way back. I looked at Kat and flashed her that "now or never" look as I unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of my jeans as quickly as possible. I opened the door, hopped in, and pulled the door shut in what I hoped was not enough time for anybody to notice. Kat had a different plan. She crossed her arms and in one motion lifted and twisted her tank top off over her head. Ducking into the car as quickly as I had, she jammed the key into the switch, started the motor, and got us half naked girls moving as quickly as possible. I later found out that Kat thought it'd be easier to put her top back on once home as compared to when she had to wrestle into her jeans earlier, and that she'd rather be a bit more exposed on the ride than to have her mom come out into the garage to meet us while she was trying to wrestle her jeans back on. The ride home was akward to say the least. I tried not to stare, but it was fun to steal glances at Kat trying to look nonchalant as we motored along. Working the wheel with one hand and the shift with the other, it was difficult for Kat to even try to cover herself while we were in motion. I think she started to relax a bit with each passing minute, but as we rolled into her neighbourhood she clearly tensed up a bit. The ride was of little bother to me. We stayed mostly on the small roads and were not passed by anything whose driver could peer down and stare at my bare lower half. Kat steered us into the drive, probably more quickly than she should have, and as she put on the hand brake I reached down and started to scoot into my jeans. Kat threw her top on and I finished buttoning and zipping as I got out of the car. Kat's mom popped out into the garage to help with the stuff we had loaded into the back. I briefly panicked when I realised that our panties were still on the dash; I quickly reached in and knocked them to the floor. TOAD's dare was to leave them in the car overnight, but it didn't say where! The party for Kat's dad kicked off about 5:00 and the turn out was tremendous. I quickly understood why Kat had wanted me to be there as none of the guests were anywhere close to our age. There wasn't much for us to do once most of the people arrived, though are spirits lifted a bit once we realised that we still needed to do one more dare to end the week. Seeking away, we headed for Kat's room and let the dice fly. Our luck with the dice had us back in the car for another drive. Our dare was to pick two spots, at least 5 kilometers apart. We'd drive to the first where we would park and remove all of our clothes (they were to be tossed into the rear seat). Then we'd have to drive to the second spot where we would need to get into the back seat, using the doors and not climbing through. Once in the back seat we could dress and then go back home. My stomach was doing flip-flops just thinking about it as we devised an excuse to borrow Kat's mom's car. It actually turned out to be pretty easy. Kat just asked if we could borrow the car and escape all of the old people for a bit; that we wanted to go grab a coffee and chat without all of the noise. She didn't have to ask twice, though I'm not sure that Kat's mom was paying much attention to what Kat was saying, and before her mom could think it through we snagged the keys from the hook and were in the garage. Point A, we decided, would be just a side street several blocks over from Kat's house. We were eager to get underway, and figured that it was now twilight enough that we'd probably not be noticed. Point B, our redressing point, would be the car park of a small shopping plaza across town. Neither of us were good with distances, but we figured that it was at least five kilometers away and would fulfill our obligation to the dare. Selecting a car park added a bit of danger to the dare which added to the butterflies that were already dancing in my stomach. We parked, and switched the headlamps off, then we quickly disrobed. Skirts, blouses, panties and bras were all removed and tossed into the rear seat. We giggled, quite nervously, and then we were off. We hadn't thought it through, and were a bit panicky when we realised that we'd have to take a fairly major road (4 lanes) for a good bit of the way. The busier road might put us in the position of passing or being passed by some vehicle that would afford the occupants a nice view if they peered down into our mini. "Damn" I thought when I figured that out. We could have changed our minds, but we were pumpped up with excitement and willing to take all kinds of risks; Kat slammed the car into first gear and we were away. The first time we had to stop at a traffic signal I nearly lost it. Initially there wasn't anybody next to us, but after we had been sitting a bit, Kat noticed something large approaching. Luck was in our favour as the light switched to green just as the lorry rumbled up next to us; it hadn't come to a full stop, so it passed us as we were slowly moving away from the light. I breathed a sigh of relief, and if I had been wearing any, I would have nearly peed in my pants! We made it through the next two lights, but just before the shopping plaza we were again stopped at a red signal. This time our luck wasn't as good; a minivan stopped next to us. The windows were tinted enough that we really could not tell if anybody was sitting in the passenger seat, and thus getting a good peep at our naked bodies, but it was enough to light me on fire. The seconds waiting for the signal to turn green seemed to pass in slow motion, and when it did the minivan zoomed off leaving us wondering if anybody had taken any notice of us. We turned into the plaza, and found a spot to park. Engine off, hand brake set, and then we were off. The doors flew open and we hopped out. Kat had no issues working the seat release so that she could scramble into the rear seat and begin dressing, but I wasn't as graceful. I fumbled, and it took me several tries, while standing bare assed in the car park, trying to make the seat to flip forward so that I could jump in to the rear of the mini. We must have looked pretty funny trying to get dressed in the rear seat where there is hardly enough room for one girl to dress let alone two. For the party I had worn a button up blouse and a nice skirt; neither of which were easy to get on in that small space. Kat was having similar issues, and she finally gave up and finished dressing outside of the car. Once we were put back together, and ready to head for home, we looked at each other and burst into a fit of uncontrolable laughter. As we drove through the car park, we did notice that two of the shops were still open, and wondered if anybody had been coming or going at just the right time to see to the two naked girls bouncing round across the way. We certainly weren't paying any attention to anybody else. |
12-31-2008, 08:47 AM | #4 |
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eDare 4: Dancing Fool
TOAD's dares keep getting more difficult. This week the dare is a 'one time shot;' just a bit different than the previous weeks. My dare was to go into some public place and completely change my clothes before leaving. I wasn't to use a restroom, closet or any other "private" space. The only other specifics were that I had to be wearing four articles of clothing on the way in, and a matching four on the way out; shoes and sox were not to be counted. FIguring it all out did take a bit of time, but by Tuesday I thought I had a good plan. I phoned Kat to enlist her help with this as I was going to need both help and encouragement to pull this off. Needless to say that Kat was greatly relieved when I told her that I'd be the only one doing the dare. I could hear her suck her breath in when I read TOAD's instructions, and when I was done explaining my plan I could tell that she approved; through the phone I could almost hear the grin on her face! The public place I chose was a dance club that Kat and I go to every now and again to lose ourselves in the crowd amid the loud music. We weren't regulars, and it wasn't likely that any of our friends would be there, so I figured that we'd not know anybody that might catch me in the act. The club has three dance "rooms," each with its own style of music. In particular, one room, tucked way in the back, is usually the darkest, lit only with wild lighting, and thus would offer the best environment for the dare. As for the actual swapping of clothes, there was nothing in the dare that said I had to remove all of my original clothing first, so I decided that my change would be a slow, one piece at a time, affair. Kat agreed that Thursday would be best night for the dare as the club would be busy, but not be too busy. In addition to the dance rooms, club has a lounge area up front; softer music, comfortable seats, and a good spot for Kat and I to sit for a while while the club came to life. Eventually, after deciding that I'd never really be completely ready, we picked up and moved to the back room. The dance rooms at the club are for dancing, no tables, no seats, just wall to wall dancing with loud music being set up by two DJs, and a nice number of people moving their bodies in rhythm of the music. I gave my purse, a small backpack looking bag, to Kat allowing her to be in charge of fishing out the new clothes. We had decided that the order that I'd swap pieces of clothing would be somewhat up to chance; it'd be up to Kat to reach into the bag and pull out the next piece to exchange. Once she pulled it out, I'd have to remove the corresponding piece that I was wearing before she'd hand me the new piece to put on. This was Kat's idea and it made me a bit nervous as I had planned on doing things in a specific order. An order which I felt would make the whole process easier from a feeling exposed perspective. As the butterflies continued to build in my stomach, we danced until we had made our way into one of the corners of the room. I kicked off my shoes, felt my stomach do several more flip flops, and waited for Kat to get things started. Kat gave me a wink, I took a deep breath, and she reached into the backpack just as the song shifted to something quite popular. The crowd let out a a large roar of approval for the DJ's choice; what a way to get started. With the roar fading, Kat pulled out the pair of panties. Pink and lacy, low rise bikinis that were quite a contrast to the white cotton ones I had come to the club wearing. Swapping the panties would not be so difficult, but my original plan was to swap skirts first which would have me bottomless wearing slightly less flashy panties. Kat smiled, and while trying to pretend to still be dancing, I reached up under my skirt and started to work the white panties down. I got them even with the hem of my skirt and paused to take a breath. My heart was racing, and I needed a second to calm myself a bit. The song changed again, followed by another roar from the crowd (the DJ was on a roll that night), and I took that as a signal to move my knees together slightly which let my panties drop down to the floor. In one movement I kicked the panties into the corner and stepped closer to Kat so as I could reach the new ones. She pulled her hand back as I stepped closer, and shoved the panties back into the pack saying "I'm sorry Charlie, but I think those need to be last!" "Bitch," I mumbled to myself trying to smile and play it cool. I couldn't believe that she had done that to me, and at the same time was charged with a bit more excitement knowing how that left things to play out. Kat winked again, and shouted above the music that she'd not play any more tricks on me. With that, she reached in and pulled out my new top: a long sleeve, oversized, peasant style blouse, with a very low scooped neck. I groaned as my planned order was now completely wrecked; I had hoped to change my bra for a camisole first which was a better 'match' to the new top. To make matters worse, I had borrowed one of my mother's bras to start out with. Her's have the traditional clasp in the back which would make a bit easier to get off from under a shirt than my usual choices of cami or sports bra. Mom's bra wasn't the most perfect fit, and it would certainly not be flattering in combination with the neckline of the new top which really was meant to have a cami underneat. Yet another deep breath, seems I was doing that a lot since we arrived in the back room, and I yanked my shirt off and tossed it on top of my panties that were lying in the corner. This time Kat took a step towards me and handed me my blouse. I fumbled for a second and finally got it over my head and let it cover my body. I didn't want to think of how silly I looked, and sent up a silent prayer that Kat would pull my cami out next. Again, time for a new song. This one was a bit slower than the previous which sent some of the couples dancing closer together, while others took it as an opportunity to shift gears and leave the room. I had a look round to see how many people were left and realised that with less bodies dancing, people clear across the dance floor now had the opportunity to watch me finish. I thought to myself that I couldn't back out now, and that I just needed to get on with it and not worry about who might notice. I looked at Kat and nodded to indicate that I was ready for the next piece of clothing from the backpack. She reached inside and pulled out my cami. What a relief! I'd be able to get the silly bra off, which now alieviated more than just a comfort issue as it really did look silly under the new top, but it also meant that I knew what was coming after I swapped the bra for the cami. I reached up under my blouse and wrestled the clasp open on my bra. One at a time, I pulled an arm inside of the blouse and looped off a strap letting the bra fall to the floor as soon as the second strap was free of my arm. I kicked the bra over towards my other discarded clothes and looked up at Kat who had a large grin on her face. I looked down and realised that my top barely covered my nipples and that I was putting on quite a tease show for anybody that cared to look. As Kat handed me my cami, I realised what a challenge it was going to be to get this on. My original plan had been to put my cami on over my tight t-shirt, wrestling it down to my waist, then up under the shirt and over my boobs. I had figured that I could deal with the straps when I changed shirts. With the actual order being the reverse of my plan, getting the cami on was more difficult because the blouse was too loose to allow me to easily pull the cami down over top without pulling the neckline so low as to flash niples, and everything else, to the dance floor. I decided that I'd try to go the other way with this one -- I'd step into it and try to work it up over my skirt. Things went bad fast with this approach, and I ended up having to work the cami up under my skirt and to pull it out at the waist; a fun trick with no panties. I gave up trying to appear to be dancing and concentrated on not falling over, not lifting my skirt up too far, and just on getting it done. After what seemed like eons, I finally had my cami up and over my boobs and I wrestled my arms into the straps much in the same manner as I had gotten them out of the bra. Hoping that nobody had taken notice of my antics, though I don't really see how anybody could have missed them, I started dancing again. I needed a minute to settle in and prepare for what I knew was coming next. Kat flashed me a big smile, which gave me a bit of confidence, and I finally nodded to her to continue. I knew that the new skirt was coming out next; other than the panties, which Kat had said needed to be last, the skirt was the only thing left in the backpack. Without any panties on, I was now going to have to drop my skirt and be bare assed on the dance floor for as long as it would take me to step into, and pull up, the new skirt. Both skirts were light weight and had elastic waistbands so that they'd be easy to get on or off, and they'd also fit easily into the pack. Seeing as how the cami was a bad choice, the decision about the skirts at least seemed spot on. Without looking round, I glanced down towards my feet, pushed my skirt down, let go of it and let it drop the rest of the way to the floor. Completely naked from the waist down I looked up and reached towards Kat for my new skirt. To my surprise, she was handing me my pink panties and not the other skirt. I snatched them as quickly as I could, lace panties would be better than nothing, and in record time I stepped into them and pulled them up. I looked up at Kat again, expecting now for her to hand me my skirt, but she only took a step back into the corner. Another change of song, a few words shouted by the DJ to build the energy of the crowd, and then he added a dedication: "this one is for all of the lasses in the room wearing pink knickers!" This brought the biggest roar from the crowd yet, and as I scanned the room it seemed that nearly every pair of eyes were focused on my pink lace panties. I must have gone beet red, and I think that Kat realised that any more might put a serious damper on what had been a fun dare, so she tossed me my skirt which I pulled up to cover my pink lace. We danced for a bit more and then, after giving me a huge hug, Kat collected the discarded clothes, slid my shoes to me, and we headed for the exit. Epilogue That was the last of the eMail dares from TOAD. I posted the accounting of the club dare on Saturday night and couldn't wait to check my eMail on Sunday. There wasn't an eMail from TOAD waiting as usual on Sunday, and as it turns out I never got an eMail again from him. I was surprised, and a bit hurt, that there wasn't even a 'good-bye' eMail after I posted my description of the dancing dare; I was just left hanging. I was abandoned too by Kat; the Saturday after our club adventure Kat and her family left on their annual month's holiday. That year they traveled to a remote village in Spain which left Kat and I to depend on snail mail to keep in contact until their return. It took me a bit to put things together, especially the timing at the end, but I did finally figure things out, and with the last letter I sent to Kat in Spain, I sealed the flap of the envelope with a small sticker of a toad wearing an evil grin. Click here to comment on the original thread! Last edited by Leopard; 01-04-2011 at 02:45 PM. |
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