Looking for swimming dares

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Hi Austin,

The benches are fixed, but the stools.and the chairs are moveable.

There are 2 typea of lockers. Some require a lock from the user, some have a built-in electronic lock with a key code that the user can select for herself.

Hi
Thanks for that information (hmmmmm interesting)
what lockers do you use your own lock or key code?

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Usually the ones with a code, but I always have a lock with me just in case.

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Usually the ones with a code, but I always have a lock with me just in case.

Ok do you own a combination lock or willing to buy one?

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Yup, the one I use is a combination lock. I have a lock with a key at home, but to be honest, I haven't really used it.

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Yup, the one I use is a combination lock. I have a lock with a key at home, but to be honest, I haven't really used it.

Cool let me think and I come back to you with a dare

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Yup, the one I use is a combination lock. I have a lock with a key at home, but to be honest, I haven't really used it.

Ok had a think so my dare is buy a brand new combination lock get a friend to set code with out you knowing what it is.. take your handcuffs with you go to pool but everything in locker without locking it then do your swim 0nce done swim put swimming costume in locker and take out towel and handcuffs lock locker door with combination lock cuff one side of handcuffs to bench go for a shower come back lock a wrist or ankle to other end of cuffs ( so you cuffed to bench) the hopefully you be able to reach to try and work out combination code..

[WetSwimmerGirl]

I love morning coffee! Usually I have it as a treat after my swim. But today's coffee came first, as I had a dare to do - and coffee had a play in it. In this dare, some coffee shop sales clerk would see my bare nipple. I had no way of knowing whether this would be a cure girl or an old man, a prudish woman or a pimplish horny teenager; this could be a former or a current classmate, a neighbor, or even a family friend. That was the risk. I did know that this sales clerk would remember that day, and I would have another opportunity to do something unique that would send my heart beating faster and my juices overflow.

A light green triangle bikini top was staring at me from the drawer. It was thin and, when wet, it would also become quite semi-transparent, showing the dark areola and the hard nipple. But today I would rely on its different features. The 2 triangular pieces of fabric meant to cover the breasts - and seemingly undersized for their intended purpose - could also easily slide along the string. Even a gentle wave could push these triangles aside with ease, and certainly a deliberate pull from my hand would uncover the nipple and areola to anyone looking. Yes, it was flimsy and moved easily. And that is what I needed to do my dare.

In the morning, I grabbed the bag with my regular swimwear for the pool and a thin t-shirt to be worn later for a bit more modesty. Everyone in my home, including my 2 brothers slightly younger than me, was still asleep. And so, feeling both confident and already aroused, I walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs, past the living room, to the outside. Cool morning air promptly hardened my nipples, and for a split second I secretly wished that someone would be looking at me out of their bedroom window. Who knows; maybe someone was.

I placed the swim goggles on my forehead and a swimming cap on the passenger seat, hoping that the sight of swimwear accessories would help convince anyone that a girl riding in a bikini top is because she is going to a swim practice - and any potential nudity is just a result of an unfortunate or, perhaps, careless mishap. And with that I buckled in and pushed the triangle over my left breast away, until first the hard nipple, and then the entire areola, came into view. For good measure, I pushed away the fabric another inch and, unable to withstand the temptation, flicked the nipple... and then again… and again. Perfect!

Drive to the coffee shop was longer than usual. This was a different shop I usually go to, one where I did not know anyone - and I hoped no one knew me. But about 20 minutes later I was pulling into the drive-through behind a short but growing row of cars. Though it was moving briskly, some wait was inevitable. So what does a girl do while waiting? Yes, my nipples got a lot of my attention...

I've done my research. Iced London Tea Latte is supposed to be the longest drink to make because the tea has to be steeped for at least 5 minutes before the barrista can even start preparing it, 5 minutes where I may be stuck by the drive-through window. So, when my turn to order came, I ordered an Ice London... Tea Tea. Yes, it may have been a Freudian slip, but I appear to have ordered a “Tittie” drink. I was looking at my nipple, so that is what came out of my mouth: an Iced Tittie. I couldn’t help to chuckle. About a minute later I was finally pulling up to the window, with one nipple - heck, half of the breast - out in the open; and the other nipple hard as a bullet, pushing the thin fabric forward, leaving very little to the imagination. The real core of the dare was about to begin.

Making eye contact is something I grappled with for this dare. Yes, we all want to look away when we are embarrassed and humiliated, and I was no exception. Make no mistake: at this point I was blushing, my heart was racing, and my chest was heaving. I wanted to look away, just get it done with - and to speed away trying to forget what just happened. But I chose to look straight in the eye. Perhaps this is the first step of a budding exhibitionist; time will tell. And so my eyes looked straight at the window.

The window opened. "That will be..." and a pause. A young man close to my age did not finish the sentence, as his eyes became fixated on my bare breast, with the nipple being the unquestionable point of focus. I heaved, the nipple moved, his eyes followed. "Ummm, it’s..." he attempted restarting, now himself blushing and yet starting to smile.

I intervened, “How much is it again?” while continuing to look him in the eye.

He finally mumbled something that sounded like a number, all while darting his eyes between my face and my breasts. I don’t remember what the figure was; my head was also buzzing. I gave him my credit card to process. He leaned forward and took it, his eyes still glued to my breasts. But he said nothing.
I shuddered. My credit card had my name on it. Now he knows who I am. He can Google me and find out where I live, where I go to school. My vagina was now leaking; I could feel the drops on the inner thigh. He knows my name.

I started talking to keep him here, though I doubt he would have left for long. I told him that I love swimming and about my coffee tradition. He listened while my tea was being prepared. He tried looking at my face, but failed miserably. I also was struggling. At one point, I wanted to cover the nipple, then cover up completely. But that would mean admitting a failure. And that’s not me. So I knowingly continued being on display, ogled by his eyes.

This drink seemed to have taken a very long time to make, but when he finally handed it to me and touched my hand, he smiled, “Enjoy your drink and come back soon! It’s a beautiful swimming suit.”
After I drove away, I pulled on the side of the road and uncovered my other breast. For the next minute or two I played with my nipples and squirmed. Then I put on my tshirt and proceeded to the pool, where another challenge awaited me.

(I hope to complete part B of this report in a couple of days)

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

I love morning coffee! Usually I have it as a treat after my swim. But today's coffee came first, as I had a dare to do - and coffee had a play in it. In this dare, some coffee shop sales clerk would see my bare nipple. I had no way of knowing whether this would be a cure girl or an old man, a prudish woman or a pimplish horny teenager; this could be a former or a current classmate, a neighbor, or even a family friend. That was the risk. I did know that this sales clerk would remember that day, and I would have another opportunity to do something unique that would send my heart beating faster and my juices overflow.

A light green triangle bikini top was staring at me from the drawer. It was thin and, when wet, it would also become quite semi-transparent, showing the dark areola and the hard nipple. But today I would rely on its different features. The 2 triangular pieces of fabric meant to cover the breasts - and seemingly undersized for their intended purpose - could also easily slide along the string. Even a gentle wave could push these triangles aside with ease, and certainly a deliberate pull from my hand would uncover the nipple and areola to anyone looking. Yes, it was flimsy and moved easily. And that is what I needed to do my dare.

In the morning, I grabbed the bag with my regular swimwear for the pool and a thin t-shirt to be worn later for a bit more modesty. Everyone in my home, including my 2 brothers slightly younger than me, was still asleep. And so, feeling both confident and already aroused, I walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs, past the living room, to the outside. Cool morning air promptly hardened my nipples, and for a split second I secretly wished that someone would be looking at me out of their bedroom window. Who knows; maybe someone was.

I placed the swim goggles on my forehead and a swimming cap on the passenger seat, hoping that the sight of swimwear accessories would help convince anyone that a girl riding in a bikini top is because she is going to a swim practice - and any potential nudity is just a result of an unfortunate or, perhaps, careless mishap. And with that I buckled in and pushed the triangle over my left breast away, until first the hard nipple, and then the entire areola, came into view. For good measure, I pushed away the fabric another inch and, unable to withstand the temptation, flicked the nipple... and then again… and again. Perfect!

Drive to the coffee shop was longer than usual. This was a different shop I usually go to, one where I did not know anyone - and I hoped no one knew me. But about 20 minutes later I was pulling into the drive-through behind a short but growing row of cars. Though it was moving briskly, some wait was inevitable. So what does a girl do while waiting? Yes, my nipples got a lot of my attention...

I've done my research. Iced London Tea Latte is supposed to be the longest drink to make because the tea has to be steeped for at least 5 minutes before the barrista can even start preparing it, 5 minutes where I may be stuck by the drive-through window. So, when my turn to order came, I ordered an Ice London... Tea Tea. Yes, it may have been a Freudian slip, but I appear to have ordered a “Tittie” drink. I was looking at my nipple, so that is what came out of my mouth: an Iced Tittie. I couldn’t help to chuckle. About a minute later I was finally pulling up to the window, with one nipple - heck, half of the breast - out in the open; and the other nipple hard as a bullet, pushing the thin fabric forward, leaving very little to the imagination. The real core of the dare was about to begin.

Making eye contact is something I grappled with for this dare. Yes, we all want to look away when we are embarrassed and humiliated, and I was no exception. Make no mistake: at this point I was blushing, my heart was racing, and my chest was heaving. I wanted to look away, just get it done with - and to speed away trying to forget what just happened. But I chose to look straight in the eye. Perhaps this is the first step of a budding exhibitionist; time will tell. And so my eyes looked straight at the window.

The window opened. "That will be..." and a pause. A young man close to my age did not finish the sentence, as his eyes became fixated on my bare breast, with the nipple being the unquestionable point of focus. I heaved, the nipple moved, his eyes followed. "Ummm, it’s..." he attempted restarting, now himself blushing and yet starting to smile.

I intervened, “How much is it again?” while continuing to look him in the eye.

He finally mumbled something that sounded like a number, all while darting his eyes between my face and my breasts. I don’t remember what the figure was; my head was also buzzing. I gave him my credit card to process. He leaned forward and took it, his eyes still glued to my breasts. But he said nothing.
I shuddered. My credit card had my name on it. Now he knows who I am. He can Google me and find out where I live, where I go to school. My vagina was now leaking; I could feel the drops on the inner thigh. He knows my name.

I started talking to keep him here, though I doubt he would have left for long. I told him that I love swimming and about my coffee tradition. He listened while my tea was being prepared. He tried looking at my face, but failed miserably. I also was struggling. At one point, I wanted to cover the nipple, then cover up completely. But that would mean admitting a failure. And that’s not me. So I knowingly continued being on display, ogled by his eyes.

This drink seemed to have taken a very long time to make, but when he finally handed it to me and touched my hand, he smiled, “Enjoy your drink and come back soon! It’s a beautiful swimming suit.”
After I drove away, I pulled on the side of the road and uncovered my other breast. For the next minute or two I played with my nipples and squirmed. Then I put on my tshirt and proceeded to the pool, where another challenge awaited me.

(I hope to complete part B of this report in a couple of days)

I wonderful report well done

[GD_SB]

Thinking about more dares for you ;-) I have two questions:

Does your cell phone work inside the locker room, sufficient network? And regarding your combination lock, could you provide more details? Ideally take a photo of it or send a link of some shop, either here or in private if you don't like to share.

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Originally Posted by GD_SB

Thinking about more dares for you ;-) I have two questions:

Does your cell phone work inside the locker room, sufficient network? And regarding your combination lock, could you provide more details? Ideally take a photo of it or send a link of some shop, either here or in private if you don't like to share.

Hi GD,

The cell appears to work well in the locker rooms. Officially they don't allow them, but unofficially no body gives a hoot and uses them anyway.

I have a basic MasterLock combination lock: rotate to the right, to the left, to the right. Based on some of the feedback here, I was also considering getting a 3-digit combination lock (or locks) where the combination can be changed. And then of course I have a regular lock with a key that I just never needed to use. Does that answer the question you were asking?

[GD_SB]

Hi, well for what's in my mind sadly we cannot use this type of lock. If you had some 3- or 4-digit combination lock (where you can set your own combination), that'd be fine. Maybe you can look out next time you go to some hardware store, they often sell them in sets of 2 or 3 at low cost. But don't feel yourself pushed to buy one just for the dares!

[Cuddle_slut]

Here's another risky idea!

Poke/cut a small hole in your swimsuit before putting it on. Each time you wear it poke another hole in it. You'll never quite know when it will catastrophically fail on you.

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Originally Posted by Cuddle_slut

Here's another risky idea!

Poke/cut a small hole in your swimsuit before putting it on. Each time you wear it poke another hole in it. You'll never quite know when it will catastrophically fail on you.

Cuddle, this is very creative! I absolutely love how it becomes uncontrollable - like you said, you'll never quite know the time and the place.

In fact, I am thinking I will add this as a PM dare.

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by GD_SB

Hi, well for what's in my mind sadly we cannot use this type of lock. If you had some 3- or 4-digit combination lock (where you can set your own combination), that'd be fine. Maybe you can look out next time you go to some hardware store, they often sell them in sets of 2 or 3 at low cost. But don't feel yourself pushed to buy one just for the dares!

A lock like this one

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Originally Posted by Austin1985

A lock like this one

Yeah, these are cheap! I can get one from a hardware store anytime. That's 10,000 combinations though