Looking for swimming dares

[Dexo]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Has anybody been naked in a stall of a restaurant public bathroom while their clothing is in a different stall?

I was once controlling a freaky public slut while she was out at a restaurant bathroom and I made her put them in the end stall right in the corner. Then had her walk to the first stall and edge in it. Someone came in and actually used the stall she hid the clothes and shifted them probably confused as to why they were there. So anyway the girl, let's call her Jessie, was freaking out in the stall because she was having dinner with her family. Jessie loved every second though, I bet she's still thinking of it now. The other person walked out the bathroom and her clothes were still there... Thankfully. But I suspect part of her wanted them to be gone because she loved being in risky situations where she had no control, Jessie loved being a total public slut especially when any sort of risk was involved.
. Hope this story helped you WetSwimmerGirl. Maybe it'll give you that push you need to try some like that.

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Dexo, what a hot story. It's very disappointing that no one took her clothes though.

Would definitely be something I'd like to try.

Jessie is a nice name, by the way.

Originally Posted by Dexo

I was once controlling a freaky public slut while she was out at a restaurant bathroom and I made her put them in the end stall right in the corner. Then had her walk to the first stall and edge in it. Someone came in and actually used the stall she hid the clothes and shifted them probably confused as to why they were there. So anyway the girl, let's call her Jessie, was freaking out in the stall because she was having dinner with her family. Jessie loved every second though, I bet she's still thinking of it now. The other person walked out the bathroom and her clothes were still there... Thankfully. But I suspect part of her wanted them to be gone because she loved being in risky situations where she had no control, Jessie loved being a total public slut especially when any sort of risk was involved.
. Hope this story helped you WetSwimmerGirl. Maybe it'll give you that push you need to try some like that.

[Austin1985]

[QUOTE=WetSwimmerGirl;5514176]Dexo, what a hot story. It's very disappointing that no one took her clothes though.

Would definitely be something I'd like to try.


I think you would definitely love do this type of dare lol .. and I be more than willing to write one if you wanted??? With some help and ideas from your followers (pm me your ideas) And maybe depending how hard you want to make it leaving clothing elsewhere in crease the risk.

[r0ver]

BTW did you manage to complete part b of this report?

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)

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Originally Posted by r0ver

BTW did you manage to complete part b of this report?

Hi rOver, To be honest I just never got around to it. A few people send me some dares privately and that just took a lot of my time to complete or negotiate. I've been looking for free time with the same vigor as someone who is stark naked trying not to get caught by family, friends, and neighbors. Well, you get the idea i hope.

Reflecting on the past two weeks, I feel that I would have the time to write a detailed immersive report for only 1 dare per week. That would leave me enough time to provide quicker updates on some other dares, as well as have enough time to chat with everyone.

I feel that's a good middle ground , but let me know if you have other thoughts.

[r0ver]

Seems entirely reasonable.

[Manarus]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Hi rOver, To be honest I just never got around to it. A few people send me some dares privately and that just took a lot of my time to complete or negotiate. I've been looking for free time with the same vigor as someone who is stark naked trying not to get caught by family, friends, and neighbors. Well, you get the idea i hope.

Reflecting on the past two weeks, I feel that I would have the time to write a detailed immersive report for only 1 dare per week. That would leave me enough time to provide quicker updates on some other dares, as well as have enough time to chat with everyone.

I feel that's a good middle ground , but let me know if you have other thoughts.

Thats always the problem, if you're too successful. You get more dares than you can manage

By the way, when you do dares via PM, and you write up a report about it anyways, maybe you could just publish a few of them in this thread. This way your audience stays entertained

But one dare a week sounds good, so you don't get exhausted too quickly. A flash in the pan is nice but doesn't last long.

[WetSwimmerGirl]

Some of you may have realized that I have been doing some naked time at home - and not just in the relative safety of my room, and not even in the bathrooms.

Last night I was caught, not majorly, but nevertheless a misstep is still a misstep, and I consider myself fortunate it wasn't more that that.

This story is brief and I can easily expand it, but I am sharing it in its raw and basic form. So please do the "thanks" on the bottom so that I know you read it and liked it. If you do, I will share with you a special PM dare that you can assign me later.

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I stripped in the dining room and threw all my clothing out of the room to make sure I can't back out. Fortunately, the table cloth was still there. So I have wrapped myself in a tablecloth, moved out of the dining room into the hallway, then walked into the kitchen, and then into the laundry room off the kitchen. All the while my family was... somewhere.

They very likely dispersed to their bedrooms, though not guaranteed; or to the living room, though not guaranteed; or for a walk outside, through once again not guaranteed. But knowing how my family operated, it was a calculated risk.

I am sure everyone is disappointed that I was not buck naked in this part (and perhaps I am disappointed as well). However, consider what you would think when you find a family member you just saw dressed at a family dinner walking around in a tablecloth with bare shoulders. Weird? Wondering what's going on?

What made it worse was that my body was covered with writing by a sharpie in so many places: bottom of my feet, my buttocks, my upper arms, my chest, my navel, my lower private areas, my thighs. Words like "slut" appeared a few times, somewhere there was "blackmail", my full name, and a few other choice expressions that are rated "R".

Laundry room was my only source of clothing on this floor, and I needed to get dressed properly in order to make it past all other rooms into my bedroom.

As you can guess, at times like this, undergarments are treated as truly considered optional. So I was hunting for a good item for the bottom and a good item for the top. I managed to find a skirt and as I was in the process of searching for a tshirt or a sweater, my mom walked in.

Ok, mom is mom, but .... very few of us frolic naked in the laundry room in a house full of people. And then there is the writing...

Time froze, as did my heart. My thoughts started racing: it's only mom, not your brothers, not outside guests... your bottom is covered... she only sees your back... its dark in the room.... And with that, my heart started beating again.

Maybe next time I will be fully naked, and the person who catches me will be someone else

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Some of you may have realized that I have been doing some naked time at home - and not just in the relative safety of my room, and not even in the bathrooms.

Last night I was caught, not majorly, but nevertheless a misstep is still a misstep, and I consider myself fortunate it wasn't more that that.

This story is brief and I can easily expand it, but I am sharing it in its raw and basic form. So please do the "thanks" on the bottom so that I know you read it and liked it. If you do, I will share with you a special PM dare that you can assign me later.

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I stripped in the dining room and threw all my clothing out of the room to make sure I can't back out. Fortunately, the table cloth was still there. So I have wrapped myself in a tablecloth, moved out of the dining room into the hallway, then walked into the kitchen, and then into the laundry room off the kitchen. All the while my family was... somewhere.

They very likely dispersed to their bedrooms, though not guaranteed; or to the living room, though not guaranteed; or for a walk outside, through once again not guaranteed. But knowing how my family operated, it was a calculated risk.

I am sure everyone is disappointed that I was not buck naked in this part (and perhaps I am disappointed as well). However, consider what you would think when you find a family member you just saw dressed at a family dinner walking around in a tablecloth with bare shoulders. Weird? Wondering what's going on?

What made it worse was that my body was covered with writing by a sharpie in so many places: bottom of my feet, my buttocks, my upper arms, my chest, my navel, my lower private areas, my thighs. Words like "slut" appeared a few times, somewhere there was "blackmail", my full name, and a few other choice expressions that are rated "R".

Laundry room was my only source of clothing on this floor, and I needed to get dressed properly in order to make it past all other rooms into my bedroom.

As you can guess, at times like this, undergarments are treated as truly considered optional. So I was hunting for a good item for the bottom and a good item for the top. I managed to find a skirt and as I was in the process of searching for a tshirt or a sweater, my mom walked in.

Ok, mom is mom, but .... very few of us frolic naked in the laundry room in a house full of people. And then there is the writing...

Time froze, as did my heart. My thoughts started racing: it's only mom, not your brothers, not outside guests... your bottom is covered... she only sees your back... its dark in the room.... And with that, my heart started beating again.

Maybe next time I will be fully naked, and the person who catches me will be someone else

Omfg wow what a dare well done

[Dexo]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Some of you may have realized that I have been doing some naked time at home - and not just in the relative safety of my room, and not even in the bathrooms.

Last night I was caught, not majorly, but nevertheless a misstep is still a misstep, and I consider myself fortunate it wasn't more that that.

This story is brief and I can easily expand it, but I am sharing it in its raw and basic form. So please do the "thanks" on the bottom so that I know you read it and liked it. If you do, I will share with you a special PM dare that you can assign me later.

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I stripped in the dining room and threw all my clothing out of the room to make sure I can't back out. Fortunately, the table cloth was still there. So I have wrapped myself in a tablecloth, moved out of the dining room into the hallway, then walked into the kitchen, and then into the laundry room off the kitchen. All the while my family was... somewhere.

They very likely dispersed to their bedrooms, though not guaranteed; or to the living room, though not guaranteed; or for a walk outside, through once again not guaranteed. But knowing how my family operated, it was a calculated risk.

I am sure everyone is disappointed that I was not buck naked in this part (and perhaps I am disappointed as well). However, consider what you would think when you find a family member you just saw dressed at a family dinner walking around in a tablecloth with bare shoulders. Weird? Wondering what's going on?

What made it worse was that my body was covered with writing by a sharpie in so many places: bottom of my feet, my buttocks, my upper arms, my chest, my navel, my lower private areas, my thighs. Words like "slut" appeared a few times, somewhere there was "blackmail", my full name, and a few other choice expressions that are rated "R".

Laundry room was my only source of clothing on this floor, and I needed to get dressed properly in order to make it past all other rooms into my bedroom.

As you can guess, at times like this, undergarments are treated as truly considered optional. So I was hunting for a good item for the bottom and a good item for the top. I managed to find a skirt and as I was in the process of searching for a tshirt or a sweater, my mom walked in.

Ok, mom is mom, but .... very few of us frolic naked in the laundry room in a house full of people. And then there is the writing...

Time froze, as did my heart. My thoughts started racing: it's only mom, not your brothers, not outside guests... your bottom is covered... she only sees your back... its dark in the room.... And with that, my heart started beating again.

Maybe next time I will be fully naked, and the person who catches me will be someone else

Glad you took inspiration from that story about Jessie doing something at this level you're beginning to remind me of her slut ��.

[WetSwimmerGirl]

You guys aren't showing any mercy with those PMs!

Just got a PM to write "For a good fuck call <my real phone number>" across my lower back.

I'll just leave it at that.

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

You guys aren't showing any mercy with those PMs!

Just got a PM to write "For a good fuck call <my real phone number>" across my lower back.

I'll just leave it at that.

Omfg that is crazy

[Austin1985]

Originally Posted by WetSwimmerGirl

Some of you may have realized that I have been doing some naked time at home - and not just in the relative safety of my room, and not even in the bathrooms.

Last night I was caught, not majorly, but nevertheless a misstep is still a misstep, and I consider myself fortunate it wasn't more that that.

This story is brief and I can easily expand it, but I am sharing it in its raw and basic form. So please do the "thanks" on the bottom so that I know you read it and liked it. If you do, I will share with you a special PM dare that you can assign me later.

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I stripped in the dining room and threw all my clothing out of the room to make sure I can't back out. Fortunately, the table cloth was still there. So I have wrapped myself in a tablecloth, moved out of the dining room into the hallway, then walked into the kitchen, and then into the laundry room off the kitchen. All the while my family was... somewhere.

They very likely dispersed to their bedrooms, though not guaranteed; or to the living room, though not guaranteed; or for a walk outside, through once again not guaranteed. But knowing how my family operated, it was a calculated risk.

I am sure everyone is disappointed that I was not buck naked in this part (and perhaps I am disappointed as well). However, consider what you would think when you find a family member you just saw dressed at a family dinner walking around in a tablecloth with bare shoulders. Weird? Wondering what's going on?

What made it worse was that my body was covered with writing by a sharpie in so many places: bottom of my feet, my buttocks, my upper arms, my chest, my navel, my lower private areas, my thighs. Words like "slut" appeared a few times, somewhere there was "blackmail", my full name, and a few other choice expressions that are rated "R".

Laundry room was my only source of clothing on this floor, and I needed to get dressed properly in order to make it past all other rooms into my bedroom.

As you can guess, at times like this, undergarments are treated as truly considered optional. So I was hunting for a good item for the bottom and a good item for the top. I managed to find a skirt and as I was in the process of searching for a tshirt or a sweater, my mom walked in.

Ok, mom is mom, but .... very few of us frolic naked in the laundry room in a house full of people. And then there is the writing...

Time froze, as did my heart. My thoughts started racing: it's only mom, not your brothers, not outside guests... your bottom is covered... she only sees your back... its dark in the room.... And with that, my heart started beating again.

Maybe next time I will be fully naked, and the person who catches me will be someone else

So next time no covering up (At All) and no visiting laundry for clothes maybe get undressed in main hall way and leave clothes in middle for everyone to notice and no going back into room until someone has pick up your clothes or you been caught

[r0ver]

I understand you and Austin1985 have been talking, so you've seen a basic version of this dare.
Here's the version we've worked up together.

Go to restaurant with brother and his friend.
Wear short skirt no underwear bra and top
Take 2 bags. Also need handcuffs, phone, blindfold, earphones, a dildo and a tshirt that just covers you.

Before you leave home put hand cuffs, your phone, blindfold earphones, dildo and coin in bag you taking into restaurant but put handcuffs keys in bag with a t shirt that just covers you in your car.
Drive to restaurant park as far as possible away from door but car keys in bag with hand cuffs, phone etc.
Order food and drink including starters. After starters make you way to men’s toilets go in stall get naked leave all clothes in main area in a sink. Add a note with "www.getdare.com username: wetswimmergirl.
Kik: wetswimmergirl
discord: wetswimmergirl"

then go to lady’s and hide in a stall. Once in the stall.
Take a selfie.
Now send two scheduled messages. One to your brother and one to his friend. Up to you which one you send each to.
One message scheduled for 10 minutes time asking the recipient to go to the car and get the bag with the tshirt and handcuff key and to come to the ladies toilets to find you.
The other set for 15 minutes with the selfie and telling them to go to the gents to find your clothes.
Now put in the earphones, put on a playlist. Put the phone on top of the cistern. Insert your dildo. Put on your blindfold. Finally handcuff your hands behind your back and start riding your dildo to edge whilst you wait.

Once you've been freed, you may cancel the second text message - if it hasn't already been sent and go and retrieve your clothes and the note. If your brother/ your friend managed to retrieve the clothes then you just get the tshirt to go home in.

[Manarus]

And most interesting: What was your mom's reaction? And what was your reaction to your mom's reaction?