Torre's Dare Story
BY: Torre
Before everybody rags on me, I want to apologize for such a tardy
report - and especially to Tamala who should have given up on me
weeks ago. We both agreed that we would post our accounts of that
night together at this site and we also agreed that neither of us
would read each other's report in advance - so I have no idea what
she is going to say. I do hope this makes sense. So much happened
since that night that I am having a hard time recalling it all. Maybe
her report will fill in any blanks I might have.
I had many misgivings about taking Tamala up on her offer to use her
store for the Mannequin Dare. I really had only just met her that one
time while doing the Changing Clothes dare. I had my doubts about her
sincerity and figured she only wanted to lure me back into her store
to get me in trouble. Still, she seemed to have gone to a lot of
effort if that was the case so I decided to go through with meeting
her as planned.
It was 9:00 o'clock. The parking lot at the beachfront shopping
center had a few sporadic cars here and there. It was almost dark. I
sat in my car for a few minutes checking things out. Everything
seemed OK.
As I approached the storefront of Tamala's shop I could see that the
lights were still on. The sign on the window said "closed". The shop
apparently closes at 8:00pm Monday through Saturday. I peered inside
and saw no one around. Staring into the window brought back the
memories of my previous dare and all the range of feelings that went
with it. I was about to leave when I saw Tamala come out from the
room at the back of the shop. She gave me a very welcoming and
friendly smile which boosted my confidence. I waited for her as she
unlocked the door. Once inside it was apparent that we were alone. We
talked about Natalie's group for awhile to break the ice. You know
she really is a nice girl. Most of my fears began melting away as we
talked about stuff she had read at the site. She seemed really into
the whole risk-taking concept and wanted - like Johnny and the rest
of you guys - to hear as many details as possible about stuff I had
done. When I asked her if she had ever done anything like that she
just turned a deep crimson and looked at the floor and got all quiet
on me. My guess is that she hasn't but judging from my own
experiences SOMETHING must have happened in her life to pique her
curiosity! She just hasn't been willing to confide in me yet. Maybe
Oz can get her to open up.
Anyway, after talking for another half an hour I finally suggested we
get on with the dare. I had given her some limits of mine in advance
since, as I mentioned earlier, I didn't really trust her all that
well. I told her I would model three - and only three - outfits in
the store window for 20 minutes each outfit. The outfits had to be
selected from her store. I didn't want her bringing in any outrageous
stuff and setting me up. It seemed like a good safe protection for me
at the time. Looking back it really wasn't necessary.
She told me she had three outfits all ready for me and led me to the
dressing room in the back. The first item was a VERY skimpy string
bikini. The top consisted of two small triangles of cloth and the
bottom was, well hardly there. It was a "Thong/T-back" type with an
ever so small piece of material for the front. To top it all off, it
was yellow. I hate yellow. The entire suit fit easily in the palm of
my hand when she gave it to me.
Tamala had a broad smile as I took the garment. I thought
"This girl must have a wicked streak in her a mile wide." I wondered
what I had gotten myself into. I was very self- conscious as she
watched me change into the suit. Knowing that she was probably as
excited as I was about doing this dare made me even more embarrassed.
When I looked into the dressing room mirror I was ready to call the
whole thing off. I mean, not because of any risk associated with the
dare. No, because my pubic hair stuck out all over the place from the
sides and top of the Bikini bottom! As some of you may recall, I
don't really shave "down there" except for an occasional trim. It is
pretty much kept in a neat black triangle. I was humiliated at the
thought of having others see me like that! This may be hard for you
guys to understand but I would be more comfortable completely naked
than having you see me with hair everywhere. It was just too weird.
Tamala's excitement, however, soon got me back on track. She handed
me some thick-rimmed sunglasses, "To hide your eyes from passersby,"
she said.
I put them on and nervously followed her to the front of the store
hoping to get this first outfit over with. She had cleared away a
space on the right of one of the large picture windows at the
storefront. There wasn't really a platform or anything to stand on
like my friend's Bridal shop had before. It was just a space on the
floor. The store's window had a 2-foot wall at the bottom of the
picture window so my feet were not really visible to anyone outside
unless they happened to be on the sidewalk directly in front of the
store and they happened to look down.
There were only two cars in the parking lot when I had arrived and
they were at a distance away. I quickly took my position in front of
the window. Tamala suggested I put my arms on my hips to make me look
more like a model. After I did so she said, "PERFECT!" and I saw her
look at her watch. She then stepped away.
Those damn dark sunglasses prevented me from seeing outside in the
darkened parking lot. I could only see about 15 feet or so
immediately in front of the store and then it all faded to black. The
two cars I knew were out there when I went in were essentially out of
my view. I was in fear that at any minute a car would pass close by
the store and I would have no warning it was approaching. I had no
idea how many people were out there in the distance. That thought
alone made this dare all the worse for me.
After several minutes my thoughts turned to the image I had seen of
myself in the mirror only a few minutes before. IF ever there was a
moment that I would have considered shaving myself bare "down there"
that would have been it! I like myself they way I am, but . . .OH,
NEVERMIND! You wouldn't understand. Natalie, help me out with this.
Anyway, I stood there motionless for quite a while and as far as I
knew nothing happened. Finally, Tamala told me my 20 minutes were up
but that she wanted me to stand still until "those boys left." My
heart started to beat faster and I mumbled half under my
breath, "WHAT BOYS!!??"
She told me there were some guys outside their car not too far away
and that they looked like they were getting inside to leave! "SWELL!"
I said to myself. Apparently they left because she told me that it
was OK to move and the first thing I did was reach up and moved the
sunglasses so as to peek over the rim. I saw nothing. "Maybe they
were never there," I consoled myself. I was just grateful to leave
the store window and get into something else.
Once back in the dressing room I took off my suit and put it on the
chair standing naked as Tamala went into the main part of the store
for my next outfit. She probably shouldn't have done that - left me
naked and alone. There is something about being naked in a place that
you normally would be dressed in that does something to my hormones.
By the time she returned I was pretty aroused.
My first reaction to my next garment she chose for me was one of
relief. From the looks of it in her hand it had substantially more
material and it wasn't yellow! It was white. I took it and then my
initial relief vanished. It was a beach swimsuit cover-up. You know
the kind with all the holes everywhere! Hoping that there was more I
asked apprehensively, "What kind of swimsuit have you chosen to wear
under this outfit?"
Tamala just giggled. She has an infectious, wicked giggle that is
normally really cute. But right now I hated it. "Silly, That IS the
garment I want you to wear. There's nothing else." She went back to
outright laughter as I must have made a face or something upon
hearing her answer that tickled her.
I sarcastically responded by saying something like, "You actually
want me to wear this cheesecloth-full-of-holes in that window! Why
didn't you just ask me to stand naked out there?"
She didn't miss a beat and immediately answered, "I would have asked
you to do just that but YOU said I had to pick out three OUTFITS and
I didn't think your birthday suit qualified as an outfit." She was
definitely amused at her own wit as she laughed all the more.
I put on the cover-up and looked in the mirror. It wasn't so bad.
Clearly anyone up close could see EVERYTHING! But I figured that from
a distance it might be hard to tell. Once again I swallowed hard and
took my position at the window wearing those damn sunglasses!
I stood in silence, horny as hell wondering if anyone was looking at
me. I heard nothing, saw nothing. Tamala was silent too saying
nothing to give me ANY idea of what was going on. This went on for
quite a while. I was sure my time was almost up and I was getting
bored. Then, a yellow flash of light caught my eye. At first I
thought it was my imagination. Then there was another and another and
other. SHIT! It was one of those private security cars! It was
driving slowly on the road in front of the store. My heart was in
panic mode and my first instinct was to run but I figured that was a
bad idea! The car passed out of my view almost as quickly as it had
come. I breathed a big sigh of relief. I was going to ask Tamala if
that dude suspected anything but before I could get it out he came
back!!! The car passed from the opposite direction and was going slow
and I mean REAL slow. This time I could see the guy in the car and he
was looking at the store. He passed by though without stopping or
anything.
Silence. That's all there was. Silence. I wanted like anything to
know what was going on but I dared not speak or move a muscle.
Finally, Tamala took pity on me and said. "Don't worry about Frank.
He's just the Shopping Center's security guy. He'll be gone in a
minute. He checks pretty much all the shopping centers along the
beach." There was a pause and then she continued. "Yep! He's gone."
I didn't care if my time was up or not, I just left the window and
headed back to the dressing room. "Do you think he noticed me?" I
asked my friend.
"I dunno. I wasn't really paying attention," she responded
playfully. "Hopefully HE wasn't either."
I figured that whatever Tamala picked out for my last outfit would be
the worst of them all. I was wrong. It was a very colorful - mostly
red, yellow and orange tube top and a matching long full-length
skirt! "What's the catch?" I asked as I put them on. Tamala said
there wasn't one and that she didn't really have a particular order
for the outfits she had picked and that maybe this one should have
been first. I was relieved!
Looking at myself in the mirror I was relieved that it wasn't see-
through or anything and it looked pretty cool. It had a Caribbean
flavor to it. I liked it. It was a little large for me but Tamala
explained that was the only size close to mine in the store. She then
tucked at the waist of my skirt until the top of my pubes
showed. "Oops! Too much." She said and hiked it up a little until the
skirt just covered me. "This skirt is supposed to be worn low - like
this. Too bad you don't have a belly-button ring." She said admiring
her handiwork. I liked the outfit. I really did. The only drawback I
could see was that it was made out of fairly heavy fabric -
especially the long skirt. It would be MUCH too hot to wear in the
summer around here. A person would die from heat stroke, I thought!
Once in the window I begged her not to force me to wear the
sunglasses but she said of all the outfits THIS one needed them the
most as I would look out-of-place without them. After a little
whining I relented.
It was well after 11:00pm now and I could barely make out the faint
glare of several headlights of cars entering the parking lot. They
where way away from the store and they seemed to all gather together.
I figured, like most empty parking lots, this one was used as a
hangout on weekends. After a while several more entered and I could
hear the revving of engines every now and then and once I heard the
squealing of tires like someone was making a donut on the pavement.
Ah, the good old days, I thought remembering how many nights I had
spent in parking lots like this with boys I knew.
My thoughts were interrupted by the awful feeling that my skirt was
slipping. Nah, just my imagination I thought. But the more I breathed
the more I was certain of it. Of course now THAT was all I could
think of. Was it really falling? I pooched out my belly to test my
theory. THAT was a mistake! I definitely felt it slip for sure then.
It was then I heard Tamala snickering.
"Better hope it stays up, you've got ten more minutes to go!" she
said almost to the point of euphoria.
That bitch! She KNEW this skirt would likely do this. Of all the
sneaky, low down things to do. Of course in the back of my mind I
knew I had found a kindred spirit in Tamala. She was proving to be
VERY resourceful and I LIVE for things like this - you know the
unexpected. She obviously had put a lot of thought into this and I
was beginning to sense her own excitement - like electricity it
filled the air and that made me all the more aroused! Think about it.
Another person, practically a stranger getting excited about the
possibility of seeing you naked!
As I shifted my leg under the skirt in an attempt to make things
better and hold the skirt in position, I felt it slowly slipping.
There was nothing I could do! It was on the way down in slow motion
under its own weight and there wasn't anything I could think of to
hold it up! My only hope was that no one out there would notice. Now
I know how a spider feels when it freezes on a wall when you enter
into a room and suddenly turn on the lights! The skirt finally
dropped to the floor and the sudden slight chill of the colder air
against my now naked pelvis made me gasp! I froze just like the
spider hoping for the best and that I wouldn't get squashed!!
Tamala just busted out laughing. Not that cute little giggle she has
either. A deep-seated belly laugh and she kept it up. "NINE minutes
to go," she taunted, "Unless you want to chicken out. It's OK if you
want to." I just stood my ground. There was no way I was going to
have her write about my weaseling out of this dare at Natalie's.
I waited in silence. Then she teased me some more, "Would
you look at how many guys are out there? Why there must be 15 or so
and a couple brought there girlfriends along too. Sure hope nothing
happens to attract attention to you. After all you only have 6
minutes left."
There was something about the way she said that last remark that made
me think she was up to something. Another minute passed and so far as
I could tell nothing was happening. Then all of a sudden it got
really dark in the store. "OOPS!" Tamala squeaked. "I accidentally
bumped into the light switch and turned off the lights. Sorry" she
said chuckling. In a flash they were back on. I was so mad I was sure
I was going to make her pay for this. But I stood my ground as if
nothing had happened. So far so good. No honking of horns. No
shouting outside. Maybe they hadn't noticed.
Soon my friend said, "Time's up" in a very disappointed voice. I
didn't bother to pick up the skirt. I just stepped out of it and
practically ran back to the dressing room and got dressed and handed
her back those stupid sunglasses. I kept daring her to try modeling
something in the window but she kept refusing saying, "Maybe another
time." She invited me over to her place to hang out and I accepted as
I wasn't ready to go home yet.
She turned off the lights and we walked to the storefront in near
darkness. As we stepped outside and she locked the door, I was
startled by the sound of sudden applause and cheers - not from the
parked cars about 50 yards away but from a line of 6 or 8 people
standing maybe 30 feet from the window!! I was embarrassed! SHIT!
They had seen everything! We both made a break for our cars and got
the heck outta Dodge! All I could think of was Tamala getting into
trouble with her mom by those guys saying something. It wasn't until
I got to her apartment that she explained that she had set me up and
the people were friends of hers.
To make a long story short, after many drinks and tales of my
adventures, I finally did get Tamala to accept a dare from me. I
dared her to walk out to her apartment swimming pool and swim three
laps in her bra and panties and walk back into her apartment.
Did she do it?
That's a story for her to tell.
We spent the night together as it was getting way too late for me to
drive back and I was feeling a bit tipsy myself - not safe to drive
anyway. I found new, albeit, "SHY" friend and look forward to doing
other things with her. I can't believe she actually joined this
club!
Torre
