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   The Dare
   By Romany
   (F-exhibitionism, M/F)
   I don't like to buy clothes in sales.  It is my opinion that if
something is still there after the fashion has passed, it is not for me. 
It makes me smile to think how my ideas about clothes changed once I had
met Brad.  However, as I was walking through the shopping centre of
Nottingham England one October day, my eye was caught by a dress in a
boutique.  It was made of scarlet lace, with a purple silk lining.  The
dress was a little "gipsy" in style.  I tried it on in the shop.  It left
my shoulders bare, which, with my blonde hair that I wore long at that
time, looked pretty, I thought.  It was calf-length, and it was heavy
enough to swing nicely when I walked.  It wasn't expensive.  I thought for
a minute, and then bought it.  For some reason, I didn't tell Brad about
it. I left it in my wardrobe in its bag, sure that somewhere in the future
I would wear it.
   October twenty-seventh is Brad's birthday.  I had ordered, by post, a
book on acoustic guitar playing, which had become a hobby since arriving in
the UK to undertake a fellowship at a local college.  By the morning of the
twenty-seventh, it was clear that his present would not arrive in time.  I
had already bought food for a little feast for the two of us, but the
absence of his present annoyed me.  I was looking idly through my wardrobe,
wondering what I could do to make it up to him, when I found the lace
dress. I took it out and held it against me.  It looked good.  Then I
discovered the reason why it had been in the sale.  The lining was
discolored on one side, no doubt the effect of the sun in the shop-window.
An idea flashed into my head.  My mother had insisted that I learn how to
sew.  I didn't really like it, but I am competent to alter things if
necessary.  Brad was out, for at least three hours, I knew, so I had time
for what I intended to do.  Two hours later, I had finished, and I was
ready to try on the dress, from which I had removed the lining.  I closed
the curtains, stripped to my underwear and picked up the dress.  I stood in
front of the full-length mirror, the dress in my hands.  I closed my eyes,
and slipped the dress on over my head.  When I opened my eyes, I was almost
as exposed as before I had put it on.  The light behind me shone through
the dress.  I looked as if I was outlined by a scarlet mist, no more than
that.  I looked again.  My nipples were clearly visible, as was the black
thong I had on.  I rummaged in my underwear drawer and found a pair of
bikini panties, also in red lace, and changed into them.  It was now almost
impossible to tell whether I had panties on or not.  Brad would like that,
I was sure.  I was about to take it off, when I heard the car arriving.  I
didn't have time to change, so I just walked into the hall to meet him.
   His face was a picture!
   "That looks wonderful, Shannon.  Deliciously slutty yet somehow
sophisticated as well," he beamed.  "Are you my birthday present?"
   I confessed about the missing book, and said that I hoped that the dress
would make up for the delay.
   "I may forgive you" he joked, "but only if I can invite you to the
restaurant in that dress!"
   "Where do you want to go?" I asked.
   "I was told about a restaurant out in the country which is supposed to
be very nice, intimate, and discreet.  Will that be ok?"
   "Agreed.  You make the booking.  I am going to start to get ready" I
showered and as usual before an evening out, I shaved my pubis totally.  I
put on the dress and the little red lace panties, found a suitable pair of
high heels, and did my makeup.  By the time I was ready, Brad was already
looking very smart in a dark blue suit with a pale blue shirt.
   The restaurant was about thirty minutes' drive away, so I relaxed while
Brad drove us there.  In the car park I got out of the car and walked in
front of the headlights, to give Brad the effect of the dress.  He whistled
at me, so I knew he was pleased.  I was in my usual before-exposure state,
excited, nervous, but happy also.  The restaurant had one long low room,
with beams, to make it feel somehow medieval in ambiance.  At one end, by
the entrance, was the bar, more brightly lit than the rest.  Our table was
at the far end, and I was very aware that the lights were shining straight
through my dress.  I must have seemed almost naked as I walked between the
tables.  I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart so it felt good to think
observers might see the outline of my body through the material.  The
allure more than the actual visual details.  We sat opposite each other.  I
was feeling relaxed.  Brad grinned at me.  Then I felt his foot touch my
calf.  He had slipped off his moccasin shoe, and he was stroking my legs.
His foot rose higher.  I shook my head at him and moved in closer to the
table.  The hanging cloth hid his maneuvers.  Soon his toes were wriggling
between my thighs.  I pulled up my dress, sure that nobody could see what
was happening, and enjoyed the sensation against my vulva.  A waiter
appeared and we ordered our food and drinks.  We chatted of anything and
nothing as we waited for our drinks and food, in a very relaxed and
comfortable way.
   I looked around, but there weren't any interesting people to look at,
except perhaps a thirty-ish couple, a blonde woman with a red-faced man, on
the far side of the main passage between the tables.  Our drinks arrived
and we sipped patiently until the food arrived, which was excellent.  We
shared a bottle of wine, then sat back to enjoy our coffee.  By now the
voice of the man with the red face was becoming louder.  He was obviously
embarrassing his lady-friend.  I looked across at her again.  She was
blonde, with shoulder-length hair.  Her long dress was cut quite low,
showing very nice breasts.  She saw me looking, and I think told the man to
keep his voice down.  I asked Brad if I was forgiven for the delayed
present.  He said of course.
   I leaned across the table towards Brad.  "Do you like my dress?  It
makes me feel very sexy.  I want to feel even more excited".
   He looked at me quizzically, with a smile on his lips.  He had
experience of some of my daring behavior in the past and knew I had hatched
some sort of idea that would not fail to excite him.
   "Do you think that the blonde woman is attractive?  Please will you tell
me a scenario about her", I challenged Brad.
   "Ok, but this time there is an extra element, ok?  Do you agree?" he
answered with a grin and a somewhat mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
   "What sort of extra element?" I asked suspicious of what he had in mind.
   "You have to agree first, and then I will tell you," he said searching
for my promise to obey his rules.
   So, if I wanted to know what this element was, I would have to accept
it, blind.  I trust Brad totally, so I accepted.
   "Now tell me the element," I smiled.
   "Look at your menu and find the price of the fourth bottle of wine on
the list.  Tell me the second figure of its price" The bottle cost £28.50,
so I told him the number was eight.
   "Ok, so eight is the magic number.  I am going to tell you a scenario.
After I have finished, we wait for eight minutes.  If the blonde woman
stands up within those eight minutes, you have to carry out the scenario
for real, ok?" he said firmly.
   Whoa!  What a situation!  All I could do was to listen to what Brad was
going to say.  My heart was thumping.
   "This is the story.  If the blonde woman goes to the ladies' restroom,
you follow her.  You wait for her and enter into conversation with her,
probably about the boorish pig that is with her.  You tell her that you
would like her to answer a question for you.  If she accepts, here is the
question.  You want to know whether your panties are visible under your
dress.  If she says yes, you take them off in front of her and ask if that
looks better."
   I was stunned to silence; sitting with my mouth hanging open.  I was the
exhibitionist yet his challenge to me to remove my underwear, even in the
relative privacy of the ladies room, and for a stranger to witness me to do
so, was daring and exciting.  He looked at me and questioningly.  I had a
wide smile on my face and I was flushed with excitement.  I agreed.
   "The eight minutes start now," he said looking at his wrist watch for
effect.
   My heart beat fast with excitement.  This was a dare I was not able to
resist though the prospect of confronting a complete stranger and ask her
to comment on my sexy attire without knowing what the outcome would truly
be a challenge for me to comply with Brad's directive.  I rose from the
table and made my way to the Ladies room.  When I entered, the woman was
already in a stall and obviously peeing judging by the faint trickle I
heard from inside.  I stood in front of the large mirror above the row of 4
basins on one wall and fussed and busied myself with my appearance.  I
heard the toilet flush and the click of the lock on the stall door.  I
stepped back quickly so as to ensure I could see my waist and upper thighs
reflected in the mirror and stood as if regarding myself from several
angles.  The woman came up beside me, one basin away, and started to wash
her hands.  I saw her glance at me in the mirror and she literally did a
double take when she saw what I was wearing at close hand.  She would not
have seen my attire in the restaurant as they arrived after Brad and I were
already seated behind our table.  And she had gone into the Ladies before
me.
   I looked at her in the mirror and when she saw I had caught her staring
she quickly looked down at her hands she was rinsing under the taps.  I
turned to her.
   "Excuse me, I wonder if you could give me your opinion on my dress
please" I asked.
   She looked at me directly and looked startled.  Maybe my American
accent, maybe the dress and its revealing nature.
   "Err...what?  Oh...of course...but why?" she stammered as she agreed. 
She had what I have come to know as a Middlesex accent.
   "Well it's just that my husband and I were disagreeing over my dress," I
explained.
   I paused.  She couldn't help but look down at my hips when I mentioned
the dress.  Clearly the effect of my red panties under the gauze material
was the focal point.
   "Err yes...what is it you wish me to comment on specifically" she asked,
this time a little more self assured but she had lifted her eyes to my
face, deliberately avoiding the transparency at my crotch.
   "I think it is too revealing but my husband says it is fine and
perfectly suitable for such a nice establishment" I went on.
   "I think it is, well, maybe a little risqué, but overall very appealing"
she said.  I felt it was a stock answer and not what she was really
thinking.  She was being polite I felt.
   "But can you see my knickers through it" I asked, turning my head to
look back at myself in the mirror.
   As I turned away in the mirror I saw her look down at my crotch again.
   "Tell me what you truly think.  I believe I can see the outline of my
sex through the material and my knickers" I said evenly.
   I was watching her in the mirror.  Her eyes were riveted to my body. 
She raises her gaze and turned to look at me in the mirror.  Our eyes met
and the initial stilted attitude she had adopted melted visibly.  She
allowed a small smile to come across her face.
   "Yes, yes I can make out your...pubis...your sex..." she answered.
   Her voice was low, as if others would hear.  But we were alone.
   "Then it is as if I have no knickers at all" I mused.
   I had reached the moment of truth with Brad's dare.  Slowly I hitched
the dress up and I hooked my thumbs in my panties waist band and eased them
off my buttocks and down my thighs; all the time watching her in the
mirror. She started as soon as I did this then turned and looked at me
directly as I slid the scrap of material down my legs and removed them
totally.  I let the dress hem fall and I smoothed it over my hips and
buttocks and tummy.
   "There" I said.  "If the knickers were not hiding my sex then I may as
well be without them.
   The fact that I was totally shaved meant the presence of pubic hair did
not revel the exact spot of my sex and I could just barely make out the
faint shapes of my vulva lips in the mirror.
   "What do you think" I asked turning to face her again.
   She stood with her mouth open and then looked down at my crotch again
and then back at me.  She burst out laughing and too my delight she patted
her hands together in mock applause.
   "Bravo...bravo.  You look stunning.  So daring, so erotic" she said in a
genuinely complimentary tone.  "I would not have the courage to dress as
you have, least of all remove my panties in front of a complete stranger.
Bravo again".  She was almost gushing.
   I smiled warmly and thanked her and with that I took her hand and
pressed the crumpled knickers into the palm.  They were so small the fitted
her in hand easily.  She opened her mouth in surprise as I walked quickly
past her to the door.  I walked back to the table and I saw Brad's eyes
light up as I neared.  He realized I had gone through with the dare.  Like
the woman in the Ladies, he put his hands together in mock applause at my
daring.  I looked around the restaurant.  I noted a small number of patrons
had looked up as I returned from the Ladies but nobody gave me any cause to
believe they could tell I was not wearing underwear.  I sat down.  I did
not say a word to Brad but instead, exchange a knowing look of "mission
accomplished".  He smile warmly and winked
   Brad spoke;
   "Shannon I now see why I love you so."
   He did not need to embellish that simple sentence.  I knew he loved me.
I smiled at him, and picked up a dessert menu which had arrived in my
absence.  Brad picked up his menu but just as he opened it, I saw him
motion behind me to my left.  I turned slowly in time to catch the woman
from the Ladies rejoining her partner at her table.  She looked around the
room, searching for me I felt, and when she spotted me she gave a brief
smile and holding my gaze momentarily she gave me a little nod of her head
as if to say "I approved".  I smile back and turned back to the menu.  Brad
was staring at me and I looked up.  He said nothing but his look was one of
quizzical intrigue.  He would be thinking; "what did go on in there?" I
studied the menu and once I had decided my choice, I placed it on the table
and clasped my hands together.
   "What do you think tomorrow will bring" I asked brightly.  Brad smiled
and shook his head from side to side slowly.  He had read my signal for "we
shall now move on".
   "Oh, Shannon...  " he tapered off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
   We finished our meal and drove back to our apartment without speaking.
Each with our own thoughts about the evening.  He would not ask me to tell
him what went on; suffice to say he was convinced that I carried out the
dare to the letter.  What he could not know was in what fashion.  I will
not tell him, but rather let him imagine what may well have taken place. 
It is his birthday after all, and what he believes, he gets.  We walked up
the stairs and into our tiny single bed roomed apartment - or flat as they
call it in England.  I walked into the bedroom and hung my coat in the
closet.  As I turned and walked around the end of the bed, Brad came in and
immediately reached for me.  I raised my arms to his embrace and he kissed
me passionately for a few moments then eased me back onto the end of the
bed so my buttocks were resting just on the bed itself.  Without a word he
raised my legs up under his arms and I could see he had his hands looped
under my legs at his flies.  I gasped as his erect cock sprung from the
opening, looking red and angry.  I smiled and took his upper arms with my
hands, as Brad slid into me simply and efficiently.  Of course there was no
underwear to move and the dress had ridden up my thighs due to the angle
that he held my legs.  The suddenness of this welcome assault caused me to
become quickly aroused and I started to lubricate immediately I realised he
was about to fuck me.  Holding me like this he proceeded to make love to me
with a fervor not recently experienced between us.  I came all too quickly
and he was still fucking into me with long hard thrusts.  As he started to
quicken his pace I detected the signals that his orgasm was near and I
began to move back at his thrusts as best I could, given how he was holding
me.  I felt a second climax approaching and somehow I was able to maneuver
myself back at him to ensure good pressure on my clitoris (though I do
frequently have vaginal orgasms with little clitoral play) and I again came
in a long shuddering gasp and cry of joy as Brad arched his back and
ejaculated into to my warmth, gasping as he released each spurt of cum.  He
eventually collapsed forward onto me, his head across my breasts.  I
realized I was soaking wet with perspiration down the crack of my buttocks,
and marveled at my first ever success of cumming twice during one complete
penetration.  Brad groaned his pleasure at our intimate coupling and we lay
for some minutes in out mutual afterglow.
   "I love you Shannon," he mumbled into my breasts.
   "I love you to my darling Brad" I whispered my response.  "Happy
birthday my love"
   The End
   
  
The Dare