Just take off one item of clothing 

Just take off one item of clothing

It was just the four of us: me, Donna, Crysta, and Billie. We spent the weekend in Donna's cousin's cabin in the woods. For fun, we decided to play truth or dare. The dares all involved sex or nudity, and I wasn't so comfortable with that, so they promised me I wouldn't have to get naked. Still I was worried, because I knew I would have to take off some clothes. I was wearing sweatpants, panties, and a shirt. I got Donna to promise me she wouldn't make me take off more than one item of clothing, which made me relax quite a bit. I even kissed her I was so happy. That's when I noticed that she wasn't wearing anything but a shirt. I couldn't help it, when I kissed her my arms wrapped around her, and I guess I just felt her butt a little, and, well, my fingers slid between her cheeks and I just naturally felt around for her panties, and so I was very surprised when they weren't there. Maybe this made my kiss a little stronger, or not, but for whatever reason, she got really passionate after I felt her ass, and kissed me really hard.

Crysta didn't seem to mind stripping, so she readily did all kinds of dares, but whenever it came to a dare that called for getting naked, I begged to be released from it, and Donna stuck up for me. So I was relieved when my dare just called for me to take off one item of clothing. The only scary part of it was that I had to go outside to do it. They let me go on the back porch, and feed my pants back inside through the doggy-door. I was thankful I didn't have to go on the front porch. At least the chance of someone seeing me was pretty remote.


I went out on the porch, and I heard the door lock behind me. I stood there a long time building up the courage to take off my pants. I don't know what I was so worried about, because I was wearing panties, and my shirt and panties were more than I wore on a beach, so I shouldn't have been so embarrassed. But I was. Finally, I took off my pants and fed them through the doggy door, and waited for them to unlock the door and let me back in. And I waited, and waited. I said hey you guys, let me in.


It seems that there was a disagreement about whether I completed the terms of the dare. I heard Donna say they should let me back in the house, but the other two said I needed to take off an item of clothing *they* picked, and Billy would have picked my shirt. I put my hands over my face when I heard him say that, because if I'm going to take off one item, that's my least favorite, since I have nothing under it. At least without my pants on, I still have my panties to keep me covered. But apparently, Billy got his way, and being locked out of the house, I didn't have much of a bargaining position. I begged and begged to be let back in, but the three of them agreed that I had to take off my shirt first, and then they would let me back in.

I reminded them that I had a deal to just take off one item of clothing. I didn't like it, but I said I would be willing to take off my shirt if they fed my pants back to me. But they said I should take off my shirt first, and then they would let me back in the house, and I could put my pants on then.


I was really looking forward to getting back in the house, so against my better judgment, I agreed. I took off my shirt, leaving me with just my panties. I fed my shirt through the doggy door and waited. Shivering, I knocked on the door. I didn't know who might see me, even though I was in the back yard, so I didn't want to attract too much attention. But they weren't opening the door. I begged and pleaded to no avail. Finally, Donna told me the bad news: I would have to take off my panties.


But you said I wouldn't have to get naked! I reminded Donna. She said if she had her way, she would let me in right away, but the Crysta thought I should have taken off my panties to begin with. Crysta's idea was for me to sacrifice just my panties, and leave the other two items of clothing on. She said I would feel sexy, knowing I was naked underneath my clothes, and she was looking forward to the sort of dares where we feel under each other's clothing. I thought that would be fun, too. So Donna said all I would have to do would be take off my panties, and feed them through the doggy door, and then they would let me inside to put on my shirt.

Just my shirt? I asked.

Donna said she would try to do better after I fed her my panties. So I slipped them through the door, and waited, naked, on the porch. I heard them talking for a long time. Then Donna said that was the best bargain she could make for me, being we were out of beer.

What does being out of beer have to do with it? I wanted to know.

Well, Donna said, without any beer, Crysta and Billy are feeling kind of ornery, and so they don't want to give me back my panties or pants. Apparently, they think a shirt is enough for me, although personally, I would rather be topless than bottomless. Still, having a shirt is better than being naked. So I agreed to come back inside and wear just my shirt. To tell you the truth, I would have agreed to just about anything to get back in the house, I felt so vulnerable standing there naked.

Then came the really bad news. They wouldn't let me back in the house until I got them some beer. I cried, and banged on the door. But the only thing that happened was Donna handed me a twenty dollar bill and my driver's license. She said the beer store is a quarter mile down the street. I thought they were just kidding. So I waited on the porch for another fifteen minutes, which seemed like hours. I crouched as low as I could when I saw some boys walking in the woods, but they saw me, and soon their friends started coming closer to look at me. Finally, after the whole neighborhood came out, one by one, to look at me sitting naked on the porch, I decided I didn't have anything to lose by going to get Crysta and Billy their damn beer. So I took off walking, trying to ignore the tourists who were watching my every naked move. I took a deep breath, and went into the store, pretending in my mind that I wasn't naked. I was relieved when the clerk just took my money, gave me change, and watched my naked butt walk out of the store.

I bent over at the waist and fed the beer through the doggy door, one can at a time. I was oblivious to the show I must have been putting on, but I think the boys could see my pussy between my legs as I bent over. I didn't care because I was so happily looking forward to being let back in the house, and out of public view. I was anticipating the warm feeling of my shirt against my soft breasts, and it didn't even bother me that I would have to stay bottomless. After I fed the last beer into the doggy door, I waited for the door to unlock. And I waited. Come on, guys, I said. And I waited.

Finally, Billy said, What? No pretzels?

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Comment you durty slut

Mon Nov 28, 2005 3:36 pm MST by anonymous

Comment Dear Greek, Oh my God, I did it. And I'll never do it again -- I should have followed Donna's advice, but instead I went out with Billy. He was evil! It started off innocently enough. He even seemed sweet at first. He asked me to go with him to hang out at the mall, so I said what the heck. I wore a cute top and my flirt skirt commando. Like I said, I've been scared to roll the waist because the skirt was pretty short as it was. Before we left, Billy gave me a little vibrator. I thought the gift was a little forward, I don't know him that well, but I thanked him for it, and kissed him. He kissed me back a little more than I expected, but he was a good kisser, so I indulged him. His hands wandered a bit while we were kissing, but I swatted them away. I put the vibrator in my purse, but Billy said I should give it a try. "Now?" I asked. "Why not?" he said, lifting the front of my skirt. I don't know why, but I got all wet when he looked under my skirt, and that felt good, so I didn't stop him. I took the vibrator out of its case. I never saw such a small one, hardly bigger than a bullet. I touched the tip of it to my wet pussy, but I didn't know how to turn it on. "Push it in," Billy said. So I did. It slipped all the way in, and it was really comfortable. It felt like nothing at all. Billy let my skirt fall, and I felt a sense of relief now that I was covered. "Are you ready?" he asked. Ready for what, I wondered, but I just nodded. Then it happened. It felt warm and tingly from my pussy to my asshole! Such a powerful little vibrator, I had no idea! Billy had the remote control in his pocket. I asked him to give it to me, but he pulled away. I chased him, giggling, but he was too quick for me. I have to admit something, Greek, I'm a little ashamed to say: I can't cum quietly. I was on the verge of cumming, and so I started breathing hard, and screaming for him to stop. I didn't want to cum in front of him. He said he would stop it if I roll the waist of my skirt. "Just once?" I said. "Just once." He crossed his heart. I had no choice but to trust him, so I did it, and he stopped the vibrator just in time. Billy said, "Let's go," and I got in his car. All the way to the mall I worried about my skirt -- was it long enough? When we got out at the mall, I felt self-conscious becuase my skirt was shorter than I really wanted it, but Billy said it was still long enough to cover me, both front and back. He put his arm around me when we walked, and I had to slap it away a couple times, but he was basically a good boy. Sometimes his hand slipped under my skirt, but I didn't say anything. I was pretty sure it was innocent. I was a bit self conscious going up the escalator, because there were people behind us, but Billy was sweet. He let his hand slip down between my legs to hide the view of my pussy from whoever was behind us. That was sweet of him to do that, so I didn't swat his hand away, even when he felt me up between my legs. I was feeling hungry so we sat down for a bite to eat at the food court. When I sat down, Billy sat next to me. I felt a bit awkward with such a short skirt, because the tables were all out in the open, and everyone who walked by had a clear view under the table, but I let it go. As I was finishing my pizza, Billy asked me if I was ready for phase two. "Phase two?" I asked. He said I would have to roll the waist a few more times. I got really mad. I said no! But he insisted, and he reminded me he had the power to make me do anything he wanted. To demonstrate, he turned the vibrator on again. I begged him to stop, and he did. But he said every time he turned it on, I would have to roll the skirt one time before he would turn it off. "That's not part of our deal," I reminded him. He responded by turning on the vibrator. I tried to ignore it, but it was really turning me on. I separated my legs to relieve the pressure, but I still felt like I might cum. "OK, OK," I said. "Stop it, and then I'll roll the skirt one more time, but then that's it!" He said I had to roll the skirt first, then he would stop it. I was almost cumming, I was in such a panic, so I rolled it, and he stopped the vibrator. I pulled a fast one, though -- my skirt wasn't any shorter, because I just rolled the waist without pulling it up. The top of my butt crack wasn't covered, but at least my bottom was covered. As we strolled through the mall, his hands safely about my waist, I felt it again. I flashed a look at him, and he shrugged, as if to say there was nothing he could do. I realized he had me, so I rolled the waist again, but I still didn't have to pull up the skirt, so I stayed covered. I smiled because I was so clever -- I kept rolling, but my skirt didn't get any shorter. But then he turned on the vibrator again. If I rolled the waist one more time, the top of my pussy would be out, so I begged him to stop, and let me keep my skirt the way it was. To my surprise, he said that would be OK. I was so happy I kissed him, and he kissed me back. But then he said I would have to take off my shirt. I was aghast. "My shirt?!" "Shhh," he said. People were looking. But I was about to cum, and he wasn't turning it off. He said it was either my skirt or my shirt. I knew one more roll would expose my pussy, and I'll be damned if I bare my pussy in public, so I reluctently agreed. I begged him to turn off the vibrator, and I promised to take off my shirt. He turned it off in the nick of time, and I started to lift my shirt, but I couldn't go through with it. What was I going to do? Go through the mall topless, with a skirt so short it was almost nonexistent? He was about to turn the vibrator on again when I stopped him. OK, I said, I'll roll my skirt one more time. I rolled it, exposing my pussy, and then pulled it up to just barely cover my pussy. He turned on the vibrator again, so I rolled it again. I knew he wouldn't quit, so I kept rolling until my skirt was completely rolled up like a hoop around my middle. My ass wasn't covered at all, but my pussy was still mostly covered. I put my hands on my hips, and said, "OK? You got your wish -- my skirt is completely rolled up. Can we just forget about it now?" Although I knew I wouldn't be able to just forget about it while I pranced about bottomless, I could at least try. At least my pussy was covered, kind of. He said just one more thing, and he would stop teasing me. "All you have to do is pull your skirt up to your waist." I couldn't believe my ears! "But then my pussy will be totally uncovered!" His only response was to turn my vibrator back on again. Having no choice, I pulled it up around my waist. "I might as well take it off altogether," I joked. He said OK, and that's when I realized I might as well. I slipped off the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and he was satisfied. "You did your part," he said. "Here. Take it." He handed me the control for my vibrator. I turned it on, and it felt good. I kept my legs together, and kept my hairless lips closed, and then it dawned on me. A short skirt attracts more attention to my pussy than no skirt at all. I felt an odd sense of calm. He put his arm around me, and we started walking. I felt free, and I realized I didn't need to wear a skirt at all. He took me to a movie, and in the darkness I let Billy take off my shirt. It was really exciting to be naked in the dark. Billy was really sweet, massaging my firm little breasts, and massaging my tight thighs. I came a few times as quietly as I could. When the lights came on again, I realized I was naked, and Billy had my shirt. I tried to grab it off him, but Billy played "keep-away" with it, making me chase him around the theater naked. When we got outside the theater, he told me he would give me back my shirt if I gave him a nice kiss. What the heck, I thought. I gave him the sweetest kiss I knew how, and he kissed me back. I felt so sexy kissing him naked in public, with his hands all over my back, my tits pressing against his chest. It was so sweet, I came again while we were kissing. By the time we finished kissing, I almost forgot about my shirt, but not quite. I felt exposed with nothing covering my breasts, so I was really glad when he handed the shirt back to me. I put it on, and felt all warm inside it. I know it sounds odd, but I felt fully dressed in my shirt, with his arms still wrapped about me. I rested my head on his shoulder, and everything was perfect. This was the best date I ever had. Love, Melissa.

Wed Nov 2, 2005 9:04 pm MST by Melissa

Comment Donna seems to have good judgement. I'd listen to her if I were you. Looking forward to your next escapade, in any case.

Tue Nov 1, 2005 7:09 pm MST by that Greek guy, for now

Comment Hi, Anonymous, are you Greek or something? I mean with that name, I just thought... Oh well. My name is Melissa. I never really got over my first experience being naked in public. Since then I haven't been able to build up the courage to do it again, even though I really enjoyed the feeling of freedom. Now the closest thing to that feeling is when I wear a sweatshirt with nothing under it. My sweatshirts are all oversized, so people think I'm wearing short shorts under them. Even my smallest one is still long enough to fully cover my butt, as long as I don't reach up. (I was shopping the other day, and forgot -- boy was I embarrassed!) But maybe that's all about to change. Donna wants me to "get back on the horse" and so she bought me a flirt skirt. The skirt is pretty modest, so I don't really need to wear anything under it, but Donna says I should roll the waist to make it shorter. I gave it one fold, and she said it wasn't good enough -- that it had to be at least two folds, so the bottoms of my cheeks are out. I don't think I'm ready for that, but Donna says I am, and there's really only one way to find out. I'll let you know how I make out afterwards. Love, Melissa

Mon Oct 31, 2005 3:21 pm MST by Melissa

Comment What a brazen little hussy. What is her name?

Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:28 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment nice tits

Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:38 pm MST by Anonymous

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