I Dare U 03

I DARE U 3

Hi Everyone, Welcome to I Dare U.

To refresh your memory. My name is Anne. I am twenty-seven years old and live on the north side of Brisbane. I have a little quirk that has caused me almost intolerable anxiety and apprehension. On the bright side, with help from my husband's wicked imagination, I have been driven to some incredible heights of arousal. My little quirk, I can't resist a dare. The more exposed I might be and the higher the risk of being caught, the harder it is for me to refuse.

Trust me, I've tried, but when it comes to crunch time, my resolve crumbles, and I give in.

~~oo0oo~~

Bunnings

It has always been a standing joke between Ian and me that Bunnings is a boy's shop and Spotlight is a girl's shop. For those not in the know, Bunnings is a hardware store, and Spotlight is a furnishings store.

We were making a few minor improvements at home, and Ian coerced me into going to the boys' shop with him on the pretence of getting my opinion. At the time, I thought it was considerate of him and agreed to go.

Firstly we visited the paint section and discussed different colours for a couple of the rooms. After that, it was the plumbing section for a new vanity basin tap.

We decided to have a break for coffee from the cafe. As we drank our coffee, we wandered through the garden section and looked at a few plants for me to plant in the front yard. I'm particularly fond of Australian native plants, so grevilleas, callistemons, and banksias are always on my list.

As we wandered, I commented to Ian that I didn't want to spend all day in a boy's shop and asked what was next. He replied that he had been thinking about replacing our flyscreen doors with ones that had security mesh as well. When I agreed, we walked back inside and then headed to the aisle with the doors.

When we got there, Ian began looking up and down the aisle. He did that about three or four times before he turned to me and said, "I dare you to give me your dress,"

I froze and looked at him as if I hadn't heard right. Ian looked up and down the aisle again, then repeated the dare. My mouth gaped open as I looked up and down the aisle. Ian knows I don't wear underwear, so taking my dress off in the aisle of a boy's shop sent my nerves off the Richter scale. The potential of being caught by a salesperson or seen by a hot-blooded tradesman was extremely high. I swivelled my head back and forth, checking the aisle as each button came loose until my dress was gaping open. Ian held out his hand, and I took a deep breath.

My head was still swivelling as I slipped my dress off my shoulders and gave it to him. My hands were visibly shaking, and I glanced up and down the aisle before I let it go. Ian quickly turned and walked away, folding up my dress as he went.

I was dumbstruck. I couldn't chase Ian. I couldn't call out my protests or beg him to return my dress. There I was, standing in the aisle of a hardware store, a boy's shop, alone and naked except for my sandals. Ian turned and disappeared.

I looked along the aisle again, and just as I looked back the way Ian had gone, I heard a voice say, "The doors are in the next aisle. Is there anything in particular you were looking for?"

I shifted into panic mode. I couldn't run, so my only option was to hide, and the only place at hand was between the display doors. I'd just got in when I saw the shadows of the two people move across the floor. I was so nervous I was quivering. The voices grew louder as they approached, then briefly stopped before moving even closer. Any second, the customer and salesperson would find me. I covered my mouth to muffle my breathing and stop myself from screaming.

All of a sudden, a hand wrapped around the edge of one of the doors I was hiding between, and I almost fainted. I felt something run down my thigh and glanced down. I couldn't believe what I saw, and it wasn't until then that I realised how aroused I was. My pussy was dripping. There were even a few drip splatters on the floor.

The next thing I did almost cost me my seclusion. I cupped my hand over my pussy in a poor attempt to stop the flow and only succeeded in pushing my arousal to a higher level than my nervousness. The contact and pressure pushed me so close to my orgasm that I had to rapidly pull my hand away and bite my bottom lip to stop from moaning.

When I calmed down enough, I forced myself to concentrate on the voices that were only a couple of feet away. All of a sudden, there was a flash of orange, and I froze. I even held my breath. A tradesman had stopped right in front of where I was hiding but was facing away from me, looking at something on the opposite side of the aisle. He pulled out his phone, answered it and was talking to the caller as he walked away.

It wasn't until I resigned myself to being discovered that something about the hand on the door looked familiar. I almost sighed with relief but remembered that the salesperson was with him. Now feeling a little relieved and a bit safer with Ian close by, I cupped my pussy in my hand again and closed my eyes to concentrate on resisting the need.

I heard Ian thank the salesperson for his assistance and advice and tell him that he would keep looking. Soft footfalls faded into the near distance, and when I opened my eyes, Ian was standing there looking at me.

He looked me up and down, then said, "If you need to finish, you better be quick."

The way I was feeling, being quick was never going to be a problem. Two of my fingers slipped between my pussy's lips, my eyes drooped shut, and a couple of rubs were all it took. I softly moaned and leaned against the door for support. Ian knew that one orgasm wouldn't satisfy the need for very long and handed me my dress.

"Time to go," declared Ian.

I quickly pulled on my dress and did up a few buttons before following him out of the aisle toward the checkouts.

Home improvements weren't on the to-do list when we got home.

~~oo0oo~~

A Bad Week

Friday afternoon, Ebony phoned me and asked if we'd be interested in going somewhere for lunch on Sunday. She admitted that she'd had a bitch of a week at work and would appreciate it if Ian could provide a suitable distraction. I had told her that we would be delighted to go somewhere for lunch and that I had no doubts Ian could provide a distraction.

Sunday morning arrived, and I got my usual cup of tea in bed. I'd almost finished when my phone rang.

"Good Morning. How are you, Ebony?"

"I'm good, Thanks. The reason I'm ringing. Steve, who lives next door with his wife Gayle, was called into work for an emergency. His car broke down, and I lent him mine. So, can I get a raincheck for lunch?"

"No, Don't be silly, there's no need for you to stay at home. We'll come and get you."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. We'll get ready and pick you up shortly. We can head into Southbank or somewhere and make a day of it,"

"OK, if you're sure it's alright, I'll see you soon."

I ended the call and walked out to the kitchen to tell Ian what had happened and about the new plan. I missed the devious glint in his eye.

After Ian had finished doing what he was doing, it didn't take long to get changed and get on the road to Ebony's place.

As we went out to the car, Ian handed me the keys and said, "You can drive," There was nothing unusual about this except that when we were going out with Ebony, I usually sat in the back with her so that we could 'girly chat'.

"My turn to just ride along," he added.

"OK," I replied and got in the driver's seat. Ian got in the back and shut the door before I could say anything.

When we arrived at Ebony's place, she approached the car, looking a bit puzzled, until she saw Ian sitting in the back. I parked the car and waited for her to get into the front passenger seat.

The bombshell dropped before I could start the car.

"Before we get going, there's something I need to say. I dare both of you to ride around in the car nude all day," Ebony and I looked at each other, then at Ian. It was blatantly obvious his devious imagination hadn't finished.

"I dare both of you to ride around in the car, nude, all day. You undress before you get in and get dressed after you get out," There was a short pause and then Ian said, "This is as good a place as any to start,"

Ebony and I got out, and she quickly looked around. I knew what she was thinking. Neighbours. Debating the point with Ian was a waste of time, so Ebony undid her blouse and flicked it onto the back seat. Her tits bounced and swung at the unexpected freedom. Next was her skirt, and she huffed as she sat back in the car. My blouse came off, and my skirt soon followed, and then I sat in my seat. Ian folded our clothes and placed them on the backseat beside him, then sat back to enjoy the ride.

We dressed for morning tea of coffee and a muffin, and then went through a drive-thru for a takeaway lunch. The dressed thing for a walk in the park, did a bit of flashing while mucking about on the playground things. We stopped by a hotel drive-thru bottle shop and purchased a bottle of wine to enjoy with dinner, much to the delight of the young man who served us.

I must admit, I found the day very enjoyable, although getting dressed or undressed when we got in and out of the car was annoying.

On our way home, Ian told me to pull into the car park in front of one of our local op shops.

When I parked the car and turned it off, Ian said, "I dare you to donate your clothes."

Ebony and I looked around. The car park was next to a fairly major intersection. The traffic wasn't peak hour, but it was busy. Ebony and I looked at each other, then back at Ian.

"I dare you to put your clothes in the donation bin and donate them," Ian repeated, then added, "Oh, and don't forget to get dressed when you get out of the car."

Ian knew we couldn't refuse and sat back in his seat to watch the show.

As I put my hand on the door handle and Ebony did the same, I quickly thought about what was about to happen. Ebony and I were to get out of the car and get dressed. Walk over to the donation bin, strip off, put our clothes in the donation bin and then walk back to the car. My nervous system and libido went ballistic at the same time. My hands shook, and my pussy got very wet.

Both latches clicked open at the same time, and as they say, the rest is history. There weren't any crashes, but there was a lot of horn beeping and whistles. A couple of cars even missed the change of traffic lights and were stopped there in the middle of the road.

When we got back to the car and slammed the doors shut, I had to sit there for a minute to calm down. I was so nervous, my hands were shaking, and I couldn't get the key into the ignition. Not to mention, I was extremely horny.

What we didn't realise at the time was that after donating our clothes, both Ebony and I would have to do nude runs to get inside once we got home.

The penny didn't drop until I parked in front of Ebony's apartment block. Ian had a smile from ear to ear. The look on Ebony's face was utter panic. I sat there with my mouth gaping open, then I realised that I'd have to do the same thing.

Just as our front door closed and my nudie run came to an end, my mobile phone rang. Ebony's name was on the screen.

"Hi, haven't you had enough for today?" Ian looked around and knew straight away who I was talking to.

"Yes, I have, thanks, but that's not why I'm ringing." Ebony took a breath, then continued. "When I got to my unit, my neighbour, Gayle, came over to tell me that Steve was still at work but said there was something else she wanted to talk to me about. I invited her in and offered her a cup of tea. She accepted and followed me into the kitchen. As soon as I put the kettle on, Gayle asked me if my friend and I always drive around naked. She'd seen both of us get out of the car, strip off, then get back in and drive off. She didn't mention Ian, so I assume she didn't see him."

"My God, what did you tell her?"

"I told her that it's just something we do to relax after a bad week at work."

"What did she say?"

"Gayle said that it sounded like a great way to relax. She admitted that she would love to be nude at home or even go to a nude beach, but Steve can be a bit of a prude and gets annoyed if she does nudie runs from the bathroom. Gayle then got a bit coy and told me she'd been to a naturist retreat called Aquarius a couple of times by herself. She told me Steve would never go, and he has no idea she went. Gayle then asked me if she could tag along next time, and that Steve will think she's just having a girls' day out, if she tells him she's going with me."

"Are you serious. Ian's never going to believe this," I stated.

"There's another thing. I'd been home about a minute when Gayle knocked on my door. She must have been watching out for me to come home and would've seen my nude run from the car. She didn't say anything, though."

"Were you nude when you answered her knock?"

"No, I have a sarong hanging behind the door for when that happens," answered Ebony. "Maybe next time I'll skip the sarong and see what happens."

Ebony asked me to thank Ian again for today and to tell him she had a lot of fun. We said our goodbyes, and I went in search of Ian.