Dared to Bare

Dared to Bare
by Jonathan Eddington



With a flick of her wrist, she let her thong drop to the floor, and basked in the awe and wonderment of the others in the group. This would show them. Egged on by the alcohol, and a raging desire to show them she wasn’t the timid little thing they knew her to be, she had completed the first part of the dare.

Admittedly, when she had been initially dared to strip naked, go out into the street, and kiss a stranger, she had been about to refuse immediately. But the laughs and jeers of the others had fired her resolve, and almost unnoticed she had unfastened her dress and slipped it past her shoulders. Their merriment changed to gasps as she stepped out of her dress and unclasped her bra.

Now they were silent as she strode over to the front door, and with the briefest of pauses, opened it and walked up the short path to the busy street. At the edge of the pavement she stopped, and glanced back to make sure the others were watching. She had never felt so alive. Anticipation and excitement raged through her every fibre.

On the pavement, almost everyone had froze in shock. A nearby young business man gazed at her appreciatively, and raised a curious eyebrow. Purposely, she took a few short steps past a dumbstruck lady. Butterflies whirled in her stomach, and a tingle ran over her crotch as she wrapped her arms around the business man and kissed him. Before he had chance to realise what was happening, and grasp her pert buttocks in his hands, she broke away. If she had held it much longer who knows what her sudden rising desire could have made her do. With unfulfilled longing building within her, she sauntered confidently back to the house. Inside, she turned and blew a kiss and waved to the still shocked pedestrians as she felt the damp evidence of her new found lust between her thighs. Upon closing the door, she took a deep breath, and faced the rest of the group, her mind racing with wild possibilities.

“So,” she grinned saucily, “what shall I do next?”