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09/08/2019
Intro:
What follows is my tribute to my favourite post on
the T&D blog. 'Heidi has to Walk Naked Outside' from September 2005. I have reread this fantastic story countless times and the only problem with it is that it is too short!
I have taken the liberty of rewriting and expanding the original story. The first two chapters below are my attempt to keep the flavour and great atmosphere of the original. I have written further chapters using the characters and will post these if these first two are accepted.
Chapter One - Contest
Myself (Heidi) and my partner (Bill) are long-time lurkers, and big fans of the Truth or Dare Blog.
We both love to read the dare stories and find them very exciting.
Finally we decided to try a dare of our own.
The only disagreement was: that I thought Bill should perform the dare,while Bill said it should be me!
In order to determine which one of us was to do it, we decided to have a contest.
We called it the Bladder Buster. We would go for drinks, and the one to last longest without peeing, would be the winner.
To make it fair we would pace ourselves, drink for drink, at the rate of the slowest drinker (probably me) The contest winner would then set out the challenge for the loser to perform.
Two evenings later we arrived at our local bar for the contest.
As soon as we went in, I was surprised to find four of Bill’s friends waiting for us. Apparently Bill had invited them to witness the contest and ensure it was resolved fairly.
I felt embarrassed to think that Bill had discussed our contest, and maybe even the dare, with his friends. I just hope he hadn’t told them about the Blog and that the eventual dare would most likely involve nudity!
Bill got the drinks in, and the contest began. After three rounds I was beginning to get a real buzz, but I still felt like I could control my bladder. I was determined to win, and began to picture dare scenarios for Bill, should that be the case. All of my plans would involve him having to flash his bits, and I found the idea of humiliating him very stimulating. I presumed the pay-off would be taking place tonite and wondered what I could get him to do, in the bar, or maybe on the way home, without getting us both arrested! The fact that his friends were with us, added an extra dimension to my fantasy, as I imagined how demeaning it would be for him, having to do stuff in front of them.
Half way through my fifth beer, disaster struck. Not only was my bladder screaming for relief, but the alcohol was making it hard for me to stay focussed and not lose control. I literally ran (or lurched) across the bar room and just made it to the women’s bathroom in time.
Sitting in a cubicle, the sweet relief of finally peeing, was replaced by the awful realisation that I had lost the contest, and would now have to pay up by doing whatever dare Bill came up with. As I pulled up my panties I realised they were damp, but I don’t think it was pee, it was from earlier when I was running images of Bill flashing, through my mind in anticipation of my victory. Now I would be the one doing the flashing!
As I walked back to our table I was resigned to my fate, in fact I was almost looking forward to getting it over with. If I had to flash my tits to Bill’s friends and half the bar, so be it. Even If he made me go out to the car park and moon them all, I thought I was still up for fulfilling the deal.
I sat down feeling slightly woozy. Bill’s friends were all wearing smug grins. Bill had obviously told them what the contest was to decide. They probably already knew what humiliation Bill had in store for me.
Bill was in the men’s room (after all he had drunk five beers too) I felt slightly awkward waiting with his friends, although they were not threatening, just hyped up, at the prospect of seeing some of my until-now hidden skin.
Bill returned and sat down. His serious expression contrasted with his friends’ cheesy grins. I waited for him to outline my challenge. I was still thinking it would be along the lines of flashing, or perhaps returning to our apartment and being made to serve everyone cups of tea while topless!
Bill began to lay out the dare and its conditions. As he spoke, my jaw nearly hit the floor, and my head started to swim. I thought our first dare was to be quite tame. Bill obviously had other ideas.
My dare challenge was as follows:
Thursday (our next day off together) I was to go for a walk outside.
I was to start in our apartment by stripping completely naked. I was to leave the flat and start walking. I was to walk for at least fifteen minutes before I was allowed to turn around. I was to walk at all times, running was not permitted. As I walked I was not to cover myself in any way, nor hide from anyone (even if I knew them) My first, naked, public walk was to start on this Thursday at one o’clock in the afternoon! That’s one o’clock in the friggin’ bright sunshiny afternoon! Not under cover of darkness, which might have minimised being seen. The way Bill had planned this, it was inevitable that I would be seen, completely bare-assed naked, by lots of people!
I could not believe that Bill had come up with such an extreme dare right out of the gate. I told him there was no way I could do this, and he would have to come up with something less scary, less public and less humiliating.
Bill just stared into my eyes and said “a deal is a deal” He pointed out that we came up with the contest idea together, and both knew that the winner would have carte-blanche to set the dare challenge. Bill said that If I had won he would have submitted to anything I asked of him. (Did he realise how mild my ideas would have been, compared to this?) Finally Bill said that I would have to do the dare and there was to be no negotiation.
As I sat facing Bill’s four friends, whose expressions had turned as serious as his now, I felt as If I was in front of a jury, or perhaps a firing squad. I really had no wriggle room. Maybe it was the alcohol, the atmosphere of heightened tension, or the temporary reprieve of not actually having to expose myself tonite - I found myself quietly agreeing that I would go through with it.
Bill softly kissed me, and saying goodbye to his, by now stunned friends, took my hand and led me out of the bar into the cool night air and the short walk home.
At home we were soon frantically making love. My orgasm was one of the best of my life, and the neighbours probably imagined I was being murdered.
Afterwards Bill turned to me, stroked my hair and said he was very proud of me that I was going to do this. He saw the dare as the pinnacle of all our fantasies, and told me it would be an experience I would never forget. I admit I believed this, but maybe not for the same reasons. I told him that I wanted to do it, but I was really scared. I wasn’t sure how I would cope with people seeing me naked, and was worried about the aftermath. Bill assured me that he would be with me every step of the way and not let me be in any danger. We kissed goodnight and turned off the light. Five days to go!
Chapter Two - Challenge
The next five days seemed like both the longest and shortest of my life. My emotions were on a rollercoaster. One minute I was giddy with excitement, the next weepy with fear.
Bill took advantage of the delay to confirm that his four friends would be at our apartment to witness the challenge. In addition, two of the guys had told their girlfriends about the dare (probably as damage limitation) and both women were coming as well. All of them were to witness this once in a lifetime show.
When Bill told me about the witnesses, I was horrified. Not only was I going to have to expose my fully naked body, outside, to potentially many strangers, it was now unavoidable that my boyfriend and six other people were going to see every bare inch of me. I was particularly freaked out about the two girlfriends being there. I knew one girl, Renee, Vince’s girlfriend. The other, Anna, a recent relationship for Vince’s friend Tony, I did not know at all. I was terrified and ashamed to think that her first introduction to me would be coming to my home to watch me get undressed and stand before her naked. I suppose I was afraid the two girls would judge me, think me insane or a massive slut for doing such a thing. The guys being there was also freaking me out, but their motives were easier to understand, they just wanted to see a naked chick!
Finally Thursday came, and so did Bill’s friends. They started arriving at ten o’clock. Soon all eight of us were crammed into our tiny living room. I tried to play the hostess, but to say the situation was awkward is an understatement. Did Bill really expect me to take off all my clothes in front of his friends? It seemed he did, as each hour approached he gave me a countdown.
After three hours of stilted conversation and barely contained hysteria on my part, Bill nodded to me and said “It’s time”
My stomach flipped. I felt as if I was going to faint, or puke, or both. I looked around the room at the seven expectant faces, and wondered how, what had started as a bit of sexy pillow talk, had come to this. I have never got naked for anyone besides Bill, let alone a roomful of people!
This was really happening. There was no going back, and I decided to become an automaton and let my body take over from my mind, my logic, and my dignity. I staggered to my feet (apparently I was a wobbly - legged automaton) and started to walk towards the bedroom to get undressed.
A soft but firm “no” from Bill stopped me in my tracks. Bill said I had to strip here, in the living room, in front of everyone. “Why?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat. Bill explained it was to make sure I went through with it, didn’t chicken out and lock myself in the bathroom. I understood. For a moment I considered bolting for the front door and running off down the street. Instead I stood in the center of the room facing the seven members of my audience, who were seated in a semi circle on our sofa, two armchairs, two chairs from the table and a folding chair that had been earlier dragged from the den. I kicked off my sandals, and transfixed by the sea of faces, began to undress.
I quickly removed my t-shirt, and shorts and dropped them on the floor behind me, then stood straight, with my hands at my sides, in front of Bill and his friends, wearing just my bra and panties.
I scanned my guests’ faces to gauge their reaction. All the men were happy and excited. The two women seemed more nervous and embarrassed for me. Anna, the girl I hadn’t met before, a blonde, was red in the face, and on the front of her chest, where it showed above her v-necked top . Standing in my underwear, I was having a hard time continuing. Perspiration trickled from my armpits, and a more humiliating wetness began to seep from between my legs. The anticipation of further exposure and shame was somehow becoming sexual stimulation. I was frozen, however, too stunned by what I was doing, to carry on. I glanced at Bill, and the look of bliss on his face, plus his nod to proceed, gave me the strength to remove my bra.
I do not have the largest of breasts, but standing, full on, with them completely exposed, I could see the positive reaction. Even the two girls looked excited and the redness on the blonde’s face now extended to the tips of her ears. It was as if she were imagining what it would feel like to be in the same situation. The positive mood, and the fact that nobody was jeering or laughing, gave me confidence to remove my final piece of cover : my, by now dripping wet, panties. I quickly slid them down, stepped out of them, and kicked them behind me to where the rest of my clothes were piled.
This was it. I was now standing fully naked in my living room before five men and two women. I could hardly believe this was real and not some anxiety-related dream.
As mind blowing as this was, up until this point I still had the security of our apartment walls. This feeling of safety was soon to leave me. Bill signalled to me that it was time to head out, but before we left he wanted me to remove the thin chain from my neck and my earrings (by now the only things I was “wearing”) I pleaded with him to let me keep them on, and despite the no negotiation rule he agreed.
Having won this pointless victory, I was now being ushered towards the front door by Bill’s increasingly insistent head gestures.
My jelly legs had returned, now accompanied by the pounding of my heart. The next few moments would be a momentous ramping up of the fear factor. So far I had been seen naked by my boyfriend and six friends who were willing participants and who had not judged or mocked me. Now I was actually going to go outside, naked in public, and be seen by God knows who. All the terror, the shame, and the regret of the last five days came flooding back and I seriously thought I was going to collapse. Bill was standing behind me with his hands on my bare shoulders, slowly but surely leading me towards our front door, the outside world and total exposure.
We reached the door in what seemed like a second. Bill’s hands released me. Behind me I could hear the others gathering up their bags and phones. It suddenly struck me that nobody had filmed me or taken any photos. I was grateful for this, and wondered if Bill had made them promise not to. I realised that once we were outside, neither Bill nor I, would have any control over anyone filming, and I could very well soon find myself immortalised on the internet. This had been one of my biggest fears when I had had the ‘aftermath’ talk with Bill.
However it was too late now. I was going to do this, and the thought of opening the door and stepping outside made a trickle of juice run down my thigh.
And then I did it. I opened the front door wide and hopped down the three steps to settle on the patch of grass outside our apartment block. The first thing that hit me was the bright light and the warmth of the summer sun on my completely naked body. The second was the noise of traffic, street sounds and even birdsong. I felt as if all my senses were heightened : colours too bright, sounds too loud. The grass was warm and damp beneath my bare feet which snapped me back to the reality of the situation. I realised no one appeared to have noticed me, despite quite steady traffic on the road, and a few people walking past, people who if they turned their heads would see a fully nude girl, standing on her front lawn, surrounded by an entourage of seven. The no phones rule of indoors apparently didn’t apply anymore and each of Bill’s friends was either filming me or taking photos. Bill had his Go-Pro camera fixed to his chest and was urging me to walk towards him as he stood by the tree midway between our block and the sidewalk. The shame was almost overwhelming, but I reached the tree and posed as instructed, stretching up to fully display my front to the camera. Stretching slightly flattened my breasts but emphasised my pale skin, contrasted with my natural, dark patch of pubic hair. I felt like an art deco figurine. I spread my arms out in a crucifix position as if saying to the street ‘look at me’ This image was being captured not just by Bill, but by six other camera lenses, as Bill’s friends covered me from all angles with their smart phones. A permanent record of my challenge was being created. The thought of this filled me with trepidation, yet I knew I would want to view the video and pictures at some point to experience what the others had seen.
The next stage now began. With Bill walking backwards in front of me and the others following a short distance behind. I reached the sidewalk and began to walk along the street, towards the local park.
As soon as I was parallel to the road it happened! I was seen! The first car horn made me jump. It was swiftly followed by a second, then a third. Next the shouting and catcalls began. Soon pedestrians on the opposite sidewalk saw me too, their attention drawn by the honking and shouting, to the bizarre sight I presented across the street : a fully nude woman, in broad daylight, surrounded by a pack of amateur paparazzi. The reactions of the public varied according to their types. Some teenaged boys whistled and waved in delight. A group of similar age girls stared in shocked disbelief before collapsing into embarrassed giggles. A young mother shielded her toddler’s eyes and shot me a venomous look of disgust.
I decided I could not cope with people’s reactions, the feelings of shame and humiliation were too great. I tried to block everyone out by concentrating on putting one foot before the other and clinging to the thought that after fifteen minutes I would be allowed to return home.
Being in this situation, separated far from my clothes, with no means of escape, was having an incredible effect on my body. My nipples were stiff and aching. My labia were swollen with blood and I could feel my clitoris emerging from its hood. I felt that if I had the courage to touch myself, I would cum instantly, and I imagined the orgasm would surpass the earthshaking one with Bill five days ago when this crazy plan was first formulated.
However I did not have the courage. Being naked outdoors was already more than I could handle. Public masturbation was not on the agenda!
I pleaded with Bill to tell me the fifteen minutes was up, but he said it was not yet time and directed me to turn into the entrance to the local park.
I stepped off the smooth sidewalk and onto the bark and dirt covered path which led through a small wooded area and on to the lake surrounded by grass. As we stood at the tree line, looking out across the water, I realised I faced a new challenge. Although the park was deserted on this weekday afternoon, and I would therefore not be seen by people as I had on the street, the lakeside was completely exposed and if anyone did enter the park after I had left the shelter of the trees, I would be on full display in the open park until I had circled the lake and returned to the only entrance/exit.
The only areas of any cover were the woods we stood in, a corresponding thin strip of trees on the other side of the lake and a small public bathroom one third of the way around.
My fussing over logistics was in vain. It should have been clear to me by now that I had no choice and no control over the situation. Bill and most of his friends had already left the tree cover and were beckoning me to join them on a stroll around the lake. A stroll that might have been pleasant if it were not for the fact that I was the only one naked and my clothes were half a mile away!
I gathered my fortitude and stepped out from the trees to begin walking around the lake. I felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever, as if I were the main focal point on the landscape.
As we neared the bathroom block it occurred to me that I was dying to pee! All the nerves, sexual excitement, and the several cups of tea during the three hour build up, had combined, making my bladder feel almost as stretched as it had during the fateful bar contest.
I asked Bill if it would be ok if I peed, before the worst happened, and I had an accident. I was surprised and pleased when he said “yes” and I started to head for the bathroom. The sound of Bill’s “stop” halted me, as it had at home, when I was not allowed to strip in the bedroom. Bill explained that I would be allowed to pee, but not in the public bathroom. Instead I was to continue around the lake and do it in the strip of trees on the far side of the lake. My urination was to be witnessed by all seven of my tormentors, and would, of course, be documented on video. Apart from my earlier musings on public masturbation I did not believe this day could become any more humiliating. Bill actually expected me to squat and pee in front of five men and (somehow even worse) two women. After I balked at the prospect, Bill outlined my options : either I did what was asked of me, or I could pee right now out in the open, or take my chances and hold it while running the risk that my bladder would get the better of me on the walk home. The thought of losing control of my bladder in the street while being seen naked by random strangers sent a shiver of horror through me. My only option (as Bill knew) was to submit to being watched and filmed emptying my bladder in the strip of trees. Now decided, I set off around the lake with increased urgency, hoping to make it in time. I started to break into a trot, before remembering the no running rule and slowing my pace to as fast a walk as I thought I could get away with. We rounded the corner and I immediately ducked into the sparse stand of trees. With my seven witnesses lined in front of me I was hidden from any chance of being seen from the park, yet I was still completely exposed to seven sets of eyes and seven camera lenses. I got into the traditional squat and pee position, but this was not what Bill had in mind.
He instructed me to roll my hips forward, spread my thighs wide apart, and arch my back. The only way I could achieve this was by supporting myself with my hands behind me in an obscene approximation of a yoga position (I think it’s called the crab)
I realised I was now revealing the only parts of my body that had not yet been fully exposed. My vulva was in full view, my outer lips were spread to reveal my inner ones and my clitoral hood above. Even my anus was now on show. I felt animalistic, like a performer in a pornographic circus.
I let go and began to pee. My inner lips parted and I felt my clit protrude from its hiding place. The position I was in, and the fact that I had been bursting, caused the stream of urine to arc out of my body in an impressive, human fountain display. I could only imagine what this would look like on video. The progressive level of humiliation throughout the day left me reeling. Up until today I had never even been topless at the beach, and yet here I was : naked as the day I was born (barring my hard won jewellery) in a public park, in the daytime, half a mile from home and my clothes, performing a depraved display for the benefit of my boyfriend and six others.
I finished peeing, and having nothing to wipe myself with, shook and ‘drip dried’ I felt a few drops of moisture on my thighs, but to be honest they were already slick with sexual lubrication. I felt as if my emotions had been rewired: fear was now excitement, shame and humiliation were now lust and arousal.
Bill signalled it was time to go, and I left the stand of trees and continued to circle the lake. I was relieved to see that nobody had entered the park while we were in the trees and I hoped to make it to the exit without further humiliation.
I guess I jinxed myself. I could see two figures had just entered the park and were now circling the lake in the opposite direction to the one we had taken, putting us on an unavoidable collision course.
They were too far away for me to make out much detail, but I was saying two silent prayers. One : that they weren’t cops, and two: that I did not know them!
As they drew nearer I could tell by their clothes that they weren’t cops (unless they were the undercover bust-a-naked-girl squad) My luck was in! As they came nearer still and their faces came into focus, disaster! I did know them! My luck had run out! Not only did I know them - they were my neighbors. Holly and Meg were the lesbian couple who lived in the flat above ours. I wasn’t super friendly with them but we normally said hello, got each others mail when needed, and Bill and I had even looked after their cat when they went away. At the moment I saw who they were, I realised that they recognised me too. I saw their expressions change from surprise and bemusement to shock and concern, as they discovered that the stark naked woman heading this bizarre parade around the lake, was me, Heidi, their respectable, 27 year old, somewhat mousy neighbor. I was not some hardened porn star performing a stunt for money, I was literally the girl next door!
“Oh my God! Heidi? What’s happening? Is everything ok?” Holly’s concern and disbelief caused her voice to tremble. I felt like screaming “Does everything look ok?” but I didn’t. I looked at the ground, then back at their worried faces and said quietly, but steadily “Yeah I’m fine, I lost a bet, this is the payoff” Holly still wasn’t convinced “Some bet! You’re definitely consenting to this?”
No hesitation. “I am” I replied. For the first time I realised it was true. I did want this. I wanted to submit to whatever was asked of me. I wanted to have no control over who saw all of my naked body including my most intimate parts,
It was as if I had entered a parallel universe. One in which my submission made me strong, my powerlessness made me powerful, my lack of control became a purpose. In my new headspace, natural modesty was consumed by a desire for wanton display.
Bill was now trying to reassure Holly and Meg “We’re not exploiting her” They regarded him with a gay woman’s natural distrust of hetro men’s motives. “We’re going home now anyway” “Heidi’s done longer than the agreed time” “Come back with us and you can see for yourselves that she is safe”
And so eight became ten, my witnesses now consisting of five men and four women.
Weird to say, but my first thought was “did we have any more chairs in the flat?”
My second thought as we reached the park exit was “how busy would the street be and how many more people would see me in the nude?”
Although I was trying to channel my new found inner exhibitionist, I still felt a shiver of fear as I turned on to the sidewalk and began to return home. Luckily there were no pedestrians about this time. I still got a few honks and catcalls from passing cars, and some builders working on a roof shouted down a list of things they would like to do to me: some of it obscene and some I didn’t even understand!
Finally we were back inside. For the second time today I became hostess and provider of teas and coffees, only this time I was naked while everyone else was clothed. The men all stayed in the living room while the four women elected to join me in the kitchen,
There was a lot of questioning from the girls to check that I was still ok, as if now I was out of Bill’s earshot, I might break down and admit I had been forced to join the white slave trade! I found myself having to reassure them that I could handle it, despite feeling that I was the one who needed reassuring. Reassuring that I was not a freak, a pervert or deranged.
Anna, the blonde girlfriend, who’s face and chest had reddened earlier, gave me some comfort, when she said she thought I was amazingly brave, and she could not imagine doing what I was. Or rather she could, and the thought of it made her dizzy with nerves!
After refilling the kettle we rejoined the guys in the living room for our unconventional tea party.
I saw seats had been found for Meg and Holly using the last folding chair from the kitchen and my dressing table stool from the bedroom. No chair for me though. Instead the low coffee table had been dragged into the centre of the room at the precise spot where I had stripped about an hour earlier. It was placed endways with a pillow at the end nearest me, and the rest of it down to the end nearest my guests, covered with a towel.
The no indoor filming rule of earlier had been abandoned, and Bill’s GoPro was now set on a tripod roughly two feet in front of the coffee table between table and audience but without obscuring anyone’s view. There was a deathly hush in the room as the girls took their seats and everyone had their drinks. This was no vicar’s tea party, and I stood awkwardly, in the nude, sipping my coffee, having by now guessed what the next section of challenge would involve. An excruciating half hour later, drinks were finished, cups had been returned to kitchen , and everyone had retaken their seats. Bill began to speak, and it was the return of my famous jelly-legs! I was shaking so badly that when Bill asked me to lie on the table with my head on the pillow and my feet towards my witnesses, I obeyed straight away and actually felt slightly better. Then came the next order, as I knew it would. “Raise your legs as far as you can Heidi and hold the backs of your knees! I complied, folding myself so that my thighs rested against my breasts. In this position my entire backside, my anus and my vulva were on display, yet this was still not enough. “Use both hands to spread your pussy and hold it open! I slid my hands down from my knees, over my ass, and used my fingertips to pull my lips apart, parting my vagina as wide as I possibly could. I held the pose, and was rewarded with a barrage of smart phone clicks. I think the fact that I could only see the ceiling and not anybody’s face allowed me to perform this gynaecological display.
There was more. “Show everyone your clit Heidi!”
I repositioned my hands, and pulling my mound up, slowly peeled back my hood to reveal a quarter inch of my most inner core. The contact with my clitoris nearly tipped me over the edge. Bill read the signs and issued his next command. “Stop now, it’s time to get Roger” Roger is our pet name for my vibrator (it’s a rabbit - get it?)
I now knew what the climax (pun intended) to my dare challenge was to be. When we started on this path a week ago, I imagined my payoff would be to drop my pants in the bar parking lot and briefly wiggle my ass. Now I knew it was to masturbate to orgasm, lying naked on a coffee table in my own front room in front of a crowd of people, some of whom I’d known for years, some I had just met!
I slid from the table, and my jelly legs carried me to the bedroom to fetch my toy, my special toy that only Bill had ever seen me use, and I was now going to demonstrate for everyone. This time there was no thought of locking myself in the bathroom. I was too far gone. I grabbed Roger from his hiding place in my bedside cabinet and returned to the living room before any seeds of doubt of what I was about to do could grow. If my witnesses were expecting a prolonged show they were to be sorely disappointed. I simply lay back down on the coffee table, spread my legs wide and pressed the tip of the vibrator against the burning flesh between my labia. I increased the pressure on my clitoris, and within two minutes I felt the familiar tingling in the pit of my stomach that indicated my coming orgasm. The waves of pleasure built and built until my toes curled tight and my whole body shook with ecstasy. As I came down from my peak I reached the calm plateau that would normally indicate the end of my cumming. However on this occasion something strange happened. I began to feel the waves building again. This was a feeling I had never had before, so intense I seriously thought my heart might pound its way out of my chest. As I reached my peak this time the rhythmic spasms in my vaginal muscles caused one, then a second, then a third , jet of hot juice to shoot from my vulva. The first jet was so powerful it cleared the end of the coffee table and splashed on to the floor. Sad to say, my first thought was “did we still have some carpet shampoo left in the kitchen cupboard?” My second thought was the assumption that what had happened was I had wet myself, however, later research on the internet has convinced me that this was the point in my twenty seven years that I first became a ‘squirter!
As I lay on the table, completely spent, waiting for the convulsions to subside, I was aware of movement around me as my witnesses gathered their belongings and were ushered out of the front door.
I had neither the energy nor the desire to confront what I had just done by looking my guests in the eye and simply lay, panting, with my eyes tightly shut. However I became aware of someone standing over me, and when I felt a soft hand brush my hair away from my face I looked up to see my neighbour Meg.
She gently brushed my cheek again and said “Thank you so much Heidi, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen!” With that she left, and Bill scooped my limp form from the table and carried me to the bedroom where he made gentle, but insistent love to me until we both came. My climax was good but no where near as powerful as earlier. My dare challenge was over. At least, that was what I thought!
What follows is my tribute to my favourite post on
the T&D blog. 'Heidi has to Walk Naked Outside' from September 2005. I have reread this fantastic story countless times and the only problem with it is that it is too short!
I have taken the liberty of rewriting and expanding the original story. The first two chapters below are my attempt to keep the flavour and great atmosphere of the original. I have written further chapters using the characters and will post these if these first two are accepted.
Chapter One - Contest
Myself (Heidi) and my partner (Bill) are long-time lurkers, and big fans of the Truth or Dare Blog.
We both love to read the dare stories and find them very exciting.
Finally we decided to try a dare of our own.
The only disagreement was: that I thought Bill should perform the dare,while Bill said it should be me!
In order to determine which one of us was to do it, we decided to have a contest.
We called it the Bladder Buster. We would go for drinks, and the one to last longest without peeing, would be the winner.
To make it fair we would pace ourselves, drink for drink, at the rate of the slowest drinker (probably me) The contest winner would then set out the challenge for the loser to perform.
Two evenings later we arrived at our local bar for the contest.
As soon as we went in, I was surprised to find four of Bill’s friends waiting for us. Apparently Bill had invited them to witness the contest and ensure it was resolved fairly.
I felt embarrassed to think that Bill had discussed our contest, and maybe even the dare, with his friends. I just hope he hadn’t told them about the Blog and that the eventual dare would most likely involve nudity!
Bill got the drinks in, and the contest began. After three rounds I was beginning to get a real buzz, but I still felt like I could control my bladder. I was determined to win, and began to picture dare scenarios for Bill, should that be the case. All of my plans would involve him having to flash his bits, and I found the idea of humiliating him very stimulating. I presumed the pay-off would be taking place tonite and wondered what I could get him to do, in the bar, or maybe on the way home, without getting us both arrested! The fact that his friends were with us, added an extra dimension to my fantasy, as I imagined how demeaning it would be for him, having to do stuff in front of them.
Half way through my fifth beer, disaster struck. Not only was my bladder screaming for relief, but the alcohol was making it hard for me to stay focussed and not lose control. I literally ran (or lurched) across the bar room and just made it to the women’s bathroom in time.
Sitting in a cubicle, the sweet relief of finally peeing, was replaced by the awful realisation that I had lost the contest, and would now have to pay up by doing whatever dare Bill came up with. As I pulled up my panties I realised they were damp, but I don’t think it was pee, it was from earlier when I was running images of Bill flashing, through my mind in anticipation of my victory. Now I would be the one doing the flashing!
As I walked back to our table I was resigned to my fate, in fact I was almost looking forward to getting it over with. If I had to flash my tits to Bill’s friends and half the bar, so be it. Even If he made me go out to the car park and moon them all, I thought I was still up for fulfilling the deal.
I sat down feeling slightly woozy. Bill’s friends were all wearing smug grins. Bill had obviously told them what the contest was to decide. They probably already knew what humiliation Bill had in store for me.
Bill was in the men’s room (after all he had drunk five beers too) I felt slightly awkward waiting with his friends, although they were not threatening, just hyped up, at the prospect of seeing some of my until-now hidden skin.
Bill returned and sat down. His serious expression contrasted with his friends’ cheesy grins. I waited for him to outline my challenge. I was still thinking it would be along the lines of flashing, or perhaps returning to our apartment and being made to serve everyone cups of tea while topless!
Bill began to lay out the dare and its conditions. As he spoke, my jaw nearly hit the floor, and my head started to swim. I thought our first dare was to be quite tame. Bill obviously had other ideas.
My dare challenge was as follows:
Thursday (our next day off together) I was to go for a walk outside.
I was to start in our apartment by stripping completely naked. I was to leave the flat and start walking. I was to walk for at least fifteen minutes before I was allowed to turn around. I was to walk at all times, running was not permitted. As I walked I was not to cover myself in any way, nor hide from anyone (even if I knew them) My first, naked, public walk was to start on this Thursday at one o’clock in the afternoon! That’s one o’clock in the friggin’ bright sunshiny afternoon! Not under cover of darkness, which might have minimised being seen. The way Bill had planned this, it was inevitable that I would be seen, completely bare-assed naked, by lots of people!
I could not believe that Bill had come up with such an extreme dare right out of the gate. I told him there was no way I could do this, and he would have to come up with something less scary, less public and less humiliating.
Bill just stared into my eyes and said “a deal is a deal” He pointed out that we came up with the contest idea together, and both knew that the winner would have carte-blanche to set the dare challenge. Bill said that If I had won he would have submitted to anything I asked of him. (Did he realise how mild my ideas would have been, compared to this?) Finally Bill said that I would have to do the dare and there was to be no negotiation.
As I sat facing Bill’s four friends, whose expressions had turned as serious as his now, I felt as If I was in front of a jury, or perhaps a firing squad. I really had no wriggle room. Maybe it was the alcohol, the atmosphere of heightened tension, or the temporary reprieve of not actually having to expose myself tonite - I found myself quietly agreeing that I would go through with it.
Bill softly kissed me, and saying goodbye to his, by now stunned friends, took my hand and led me out of the bar into the cool night air and the short walk home.
At home we were soon frantically making love. My orgasm was one of the best of my life, and the neighbours probably imagined I was being murdered.
Afterwards Bill turned to me, stroked my hair and said he was very proud of me that I was going to do this. He saw the dare as the pinnacle of all our fantasies, and told me it would be an experience I would never forget. I admit I believed this, but maybe not for the same reasons. I told him that I wanted to do it, but I was really scared. I wasn’t sure how I would cope with people seeing me naked, and was worried about the aftermath. Bill assured me that he would be with me every step of the way and not let me be in any danger. We kissed goodnight and turned off the light. Five days to go!
Chapter Two - Challenge
The next five days seemed like both the longest and shortest of my life. My emotions were on a rollercoaster. One minute I was giddy with excitement, the next weepy with fear.
Bill took advantage of the delay to confirm that his four friends would be at our apartment to witness the challenge. In addition, two of the guys had told their girlfriends about the dare (probably as damage limitation) and both women were coming as well. All of them were to witness this once in a lifetime show.
When Bill told me about the witnesses, I was horrified. Not only was I going to have to expose my fully naked body, outside, to potentially many strangers, it was now unavoidable that my boyfriend and six other people were going to see every bare inch of me. I was particularly freaked out about the two girlfriends being there. I knew one girl, Renee, Vince’s girlfriend. The other, Anna, a recent relationship for Vince’s friend Tony, I did not know at all. I was terrified and ashamed to think that her first introduction to me would be coming to my home to watch me get undressed and stand before her naked. I suppose I was afraid the two girls would judge me, think me insane or a massive slut for doing such a thing. The guys being there was also freaking me out, but their motives were easier to understand, they just wanted to see a naked chick!
Finally Thursday came, and so did Bill’s friends. They started arriving at ten o’clock. Soon all eight of us were crammed into our tiny living room. I tried to play the hostess, but to say the situation was awkward is an understatement. Did Bill really expect me to take off all my clothes in front of his friends? It seemed he did, as each hour approached he gave me a countdown.
After three hours of stilted conversation and barely contained hysteria on my part, Bill nodded to me and said “It’s time”
My stomach flipped. I felt as if I was going to faint, or puke, or both. I looked around the room at the seven expectant faces, and wondered how, what had started as a bit of sexy pillow talk, had come to this. I have never got naked for anyone besides Bill, let alone a roomful of people!
This was really happening. There was no going back, and I decided to become an automaton and let my body take over from my mind, my logic, and my dignity. I staggered to my feet (apparently I was a wobbly - legged automaton) and started to walk towards the bedroom to get undressed.
A soft but firm “no” from Bill stopped me in my tracks. Bill said I had to strip here, in the living room, in front of everyone. “Why?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat. Bill explained it was to make sure I went through with it, didn’t chicken out and lock myself in the bathroom. I understood. For a moment I considered bolting for the front door and running off down the street. Instead I stood in the center of the room facing the seven members of my audience, who were seated in a semi circle on our sofa, two armchairs, two chairs from the table and a folding chair that had been earlier dragged from the den. I kicked off my sandals, and transfixed by the sea of faces, began to undress.
I quickly removed my t-shirt, and shorts and dropped them on the floor behind me, then stood straight, with my hands at my sides, in front of Bill and his friends, wearing just my bra and panties.
I scanned my guests’ faces to gauge their reaction. All the men were happy and excited. The two women seemed more nervous and embarrassed for me. Anna, the girl I hadn’t met before, a blonde, was red in the face, and on the front of her chest, where it showed above her v-necked top . Standing in my underwear, I was having a hard time continuing. Perspiration trickled from my armpits, and a more humiliating wetness began to seep from between my legs. The anticipation of further exposure and shame was somehow becoming sexual stimulation. I was frozen, however, too stunned by what I was doing, to carry on. I glanced at Bill, and the look of bliss on his face, plus his nod to proceed, gave me the strength to remove my bra.
I do not have the largest of breasts, but standing, full on, with them completely exposed, I could see the positive reaction. Even the two girls looked excited and the redness on the blonde’s face now extended to the tips of her ears. It was as if she were imagining what it would feel like to be in the same situation. The positive mood, and the fact that nobody was jeering or laughing, gave me confidence to remove my final piece of cover : my, by now dripping wet, panties. I quickly slid them down, stepped out of them, and kicked them behind me to where the rest of my clothes were piled.
This was it. I was now standing fully naked in my living room before five men and two women. I could hardly believe this was real and not some anxiety-related dream.
As mind blowing as this was, up until this point I still had the security of our apartment walls. This feeling of safety was soon to leave me. Bill signalled to me that it was time to head out, but before we left he wanted me to remove the thin chain from my neck and my earrings (by now the only things I was “wearing”) I pleaded with him to let me keep them on, and despite the no negotiation rule he agreed.
Having won this pointless victory, I was now being ushered towards the front door by Bill’s increasingly insistent head gestures.
My jelly legs had returned, now accompanied by the pounding of my heart. The next few moments would be a momentous ramping up of the fear factor. So far I had been seen naked by my boyfriend and six friends who were willing participants and who had not judged or mocked me. Now I was actually going to go outside, naked in public, and be seen by God knows who. All the terror, the shame, and the regret of the last five days came flooding back and I seriously thought I was going to collapse. Bill was standing behind me with his hands on my bare shoulders, slowly but surely leading me towards our front door, the outside world and total exposure.
We reached the door in what seemed like a second. Bill’s hands released me. Behind me I could hear the others gathering up their bags and phones. It suddenly struck me that nobody had filmed me or taken any photos. I was grateful for this, and wondered if Bill had made them promise not to. I realised that once we were outside, neither Bill nor I, would have any control over anyone filming, and I could very well soon find myself immortalised on the internet. This had been one of my biggest fears when I had had the ‘aftermath’ talk with Bill.
However it was too late now. I was going to do this, and the thought of opening the door and stepping outside made a trickle of juice run down my thigh.
And then I did it. I opened the front door wide and hopped down the three steps to settle on the patch of grass outside our apartment block. The first thing that hit me was the bright light and the warmth of the summer sun on my completely naked body. The second was the noise of traffic, street sounds and even birdsong. I felt as if all my senses were heightened : colours too bright, sounds too loud. The grass was warm and damp beneath my bare feet which snapped me back to the reality of the situation. I realised no one appeared to have noticed me, despite quite steady traffic on the road, and a few people walking past, people who if they turned their heads would see a fully nude girl, standing on her front lawn, surrounded by an entourage of seven. The no phones rule of indoors apparently didn’t apply anymore and each of Bill’s friends was either filming me or taking photos. Bill had his Go-Pro camera fixed to his chest and was urging me to walk towards him as he stood by the tree midway between our block and the sidewalk. The shame was almost overwhelming, but I reached the tree and posed as instructed, stretching up to fully display my front to the camera. Stretching slightly flattened my breasts but emphasised my pale skin, contrasted with my natural, dark patch of pubic hair. I felt like an art deco figurine. I spread my arms out in a crucifix position as if saying to the street ‘look at me’ This image was being captured not just by Bill, but by six other camera lenses, as Bill’s friends covered me from all angles with their smart phones. A permanent record of my challenge was being created. The thought of this filled me with trepidation, yet I knew I would want to view the video and pictures at some point to experience what the others had seen.
The next stage now began. With Bill walking backwards in front of me and the others following a short distance behind. I reached the sidewalk and began to walk along the street, towards the local park.
As soon as I was parallel to the road it happened! I was seen! The first car horn made me jump. It was swiftly followed by a second, then a third. Next the shouting and catcalls began. Soon pedestrians on the opposite sidewalk saw me too, their attention drawn by the honking and shouting, to the bizarre sight I presented across the street : a fully nude woman, in broad daylight, surrounded by a pack of amateur paparazzi. The reactions of the public varied according to their types. Some teenaged boys whistled and waved in delight. A group of similar age girls stared in shocked disbelief before collapsing into embarrassed giggles. A young mother shielded her toddler’s eyes and shot me a venomous look of disgust.
I decided I could not cope with people’s reactions, the feelings of shame and humiliation were too great. I tried to block everyone out by concentrating on putting one foot before the other and clinging to the thought that after fifteen minutes I would be allowed to return home.
Being in this situation, separated far from my clothes, with no means of escape, was having an incredible effect on my body. My nipples were stiff and aching. My labia were swollen with blood and I could feel my clitoris emerging from its hood. I felt that if I had the courage to touch myself, I would cum instantly, and I imagined the orgasm would surpass the earthshaking one with Bill five days ago when this crazy plan was first formulated.
However I did not have the courage. Being naked outdoors was already more than I could handle. Public masturbation was not on the agenda!
I pleaded with Bill to tell me the fifteen minutes was up, but he said it was not yet time and directed me to turn into the entrance to the local park.
I stepped off the smooth sidewalk and onto the bark and dirt covered path which led through a small wooded area and on to the lake surrounded by grass. As we stood at the tree line, looking out across the water, I realised I faced a new challenge. Although the park was deserted on this weekday afternoon, and I would therefore not be seen by people as I had on the street, the lakeside was completely exposed and if anyone did enter the park after I had left the shelter of the trees, I would be on full display in the open park until I had circled the lake and returned to the only entrance/exit.
The only areas of any cover were the woods we stood in, a corresponding thin strip of trees on the other side of the lake and a small public bathroom one third of the way around.
My fussing over logistics was in vain. It should have been clear to me by now that I had no choice and no control over the situation. Bill and most of his friends had already left the tree cover and were beckoning me to join them on a stroll around the lake. A stroll that might have been pleasant if it were not for the fact that I was the only one naked and my clothes were half a mile away!
I gathered my fortitude and stepped out from the trees to begin walking around the lake. I felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever, as if I were the main focal point on the landscape.
As we neared the bathroom block it occurred to me that I was dying to pee! All the nerves, sexual excitement, and the several cups of tea during the three hour build up, had combined, making my bladder feel almost as stretched as it had during the fateful bar contest.
I asked Bill if it would be ok if I peed, before the worst happened, and I had an accident. I was surprised and pleased when he said “yes” and I started to head for the bathroom. The sound of Bill’s “stop” halted me, as it had at home, when I was not allowed to strip in the bedroom. Bill explained that I would be allowed to pee, but not in the public bathroom. Instead I was to continue around the lake and do it in the strip of trees on the far side of the lake. My urination was to be witnessed by all seven of my tormentors, and would, of course, be documented on video. Apart from my earlier musings on public masturbation I did not believe this day could become any more humiliating. Bill actually expected me to squat and pee in front of five men and (somehow even worse) two women. After I balked at the prospect, Bill outlined my options : either I did what was asked of me, or I could pee right now out in the open, or take my chances and hold it while running the risk that my bladder would get the better of me on the walk home. The thought of losing control of my bladder in the street while being seen naked by random strangers sent a shiver of horror through me. My only option (as Bill knew) was to submit to being watched and filmed emptying my bladder in the strip of trees. Now decided, I set off around the lake with increased urgency, hoping to make it in time. I started to break into a trot, before remembering the no running rule and slowing my pace to as fast a walk as I thought I could get away with. We rounded the corner and I immediately ducked into the sparse stand of trees. With my seven witnesses lined in front of me I was hidden from any chance of being seen from the park, yet I was still completely exposed to seven sets of eyes and seven camera lenses. I got into the traditional squat and pee position, but this was not what Bill had in mind.
He instructed me to roll my hips forward, spread my thighs wide apart, and arch my back. The only way I could achieve this was by supporting myself with my hands behind me in an obscene approximation of a yoga position (I think it’s called the crab)
I realised I was now revealing the only parts of my body that had not yet been fully exposed. My vulva was in full view, my outer lips were spread to reveal my inner ones and my clitoral hood above. Even my anus was now on show. I felt animalistic, like a performer in a pornographic circus.
I let go and began to pee. My inner lips parted and I felt my clit protrude from its hiding place. The position I was in, and the fact that I had been bursting, caused the stream of urine to arc out of my body in an impressive, human fountain display. I could only imagine what this would look like on video. The progressive level of humiliation throughout the day left me reeling. Up until today I had never even been topless at the beach, and yet here I was : naked as the day I was born (barring my hard won jewellery) in a public park, in the daytime, half a mile from home and my clothes, performing a depraved display for the benefit of my boyfriend and six others.
I finished peeing, and having nothing to wipe myself with, shook and ‘drip dried’ I felt a few drops of moisture on my thighs, but to be honest they were already slick with sexual lubrication. I felt as if my emotions had been rewired: fear was now excitement, shame and humiliation were now lust and arousal.
Bill signalled it was time to go, and I left the stand of trees and continued to circle the lake. I was relieved to see that nobody had entered the park while we were in the trees and I hoped to make it to the exit without further humiliation.
I guess I jinxed myself. I could see two figures had just entered the park and were now circling the lake in the opposite direction to the one we had taken, putting us on an unavoidable collision course.
They were too far away for me to make out much detail, but I was saying two silent prayers. One : that they weren’t cops, and two: that I did not know them!
As they drew nearer I could tell by their clothes that they weren’t cops (unless they were the undercover bust-a-naked-girl squad) My luck was in! As they came nearer still and their faces came into focus, disaster! I did know them! My luck had run out! Not only did I know them - they were my neighbors. Holly and Meg were the lesbian couple who lived in the flat above ours. I wasn’t super friendly with them but we normally said hello, got each others mail when needed, and Bill and I had even looked after their cat when they went away. At the moment I saw who they were, I realised that they recognised me too. I saw their expressions change from surprise and bemusement to shock and concern, as they discovered that the stark naked woman heading this bizarre parade around the lake, was me, Heidi, their respectable, 27 year old, somewhat mousy neighbor. I was not some hardened porn star performing a stunt for money, I was literally the girl next door!
“Oh my God! Heidi? What’s happening? Is everything ok?” Holly’s concern and disbelief caused her voice to tremble. I felt like screaming “Does everything look ok?” but I didn’t. I looked at the ground, then back at their worried faces and said quietly, but steadily “Yeah I’m fine, I lost a bet, this is the payoff” Holly still wasn’t convinced “Some bet! You’re definitely consenting to this?”
No hesitation. “I am” I replied. For the first time I realised it was true. I did want this. I wanted to submit to whatever was asked of me. I wanted to have no control over who saw all of my naked body including my most intimate parts,
It was as if I had entered a parallel universe. One in which my submission made me strong, my powerlessness made me powerful, my lack of control became a purpose. In my new headspace, natural modesty was consumed by a desire for wanton display.
Bill was now trying to reassure Holly and Meg “We’re not exploiting her” They regarded him with a gay woman’s natural distrust of hetro men’s motives. “We’re going home now anyway” “Heidi’s done longer than the agreed time” “Come back with us and you can see for yourselves that she is safe”
And so eight became ten, my witnesses now consisting of five men and four women.
Weird to say, but my first thought was “did we have any more chairs in the flat?”
My second thought as we reached the park exit was “how busy would the street be and how many more people would see me in the nude?”
Although I was trying to channel my new found inner exhibitionist, I still felt a shiver of fear as I turned on to the sidewalk and began to return home. Luckily there were no pedestrians about this time. I still got a few honks and catcalls from passing cars, and some builders working on a roof shouted down a list of things they would like to do to me: some of it obscene and some I didn’t even understand!
Finally we were back inside. For the second time today I became hostess and provider of teas and coffees, only this time I was naked while everyone else was clothed. The men all stayed in the living room while the four women elected to join me in the kitchen,
There was a lot of questioning from the girls to check that I was still ok, as if now I was out of Bill’s earshot, I might break down and admit I had been forced to join the white slave trade! I found myself having to reassure them that I could handle it, despite feeling that I was the one who needed reassuring. Reassuring that I was not a freak, a pervert or deranged.
Anna, the blonde girlfriend, who’s face and chest had reddened earlier, gave me some comfort, when she said she thought I was amazingly brave, and she could not imagine doing what I was. Or rather she could, and the thought of it made her dizzy with nerves!
After refilling the kettle we rejoined the guys in the living room for our unconventional tea party.
I saw seats had been found for Meg and Holly using the last folding chair from the kitchen and my dressing table stool from the bedroom. No chair for me though. Instead the low coffee table had been dragged into the centre of the room at the precise spot where I had stripped about an hour earlier. It was placed endways with a pillow at the end nearest me, and the rest of it down to the end nearest my guests, covered with a towel.
The no indoor filming rule of earlier had been abandoned, and Bill’s GoPro was now set on a tripod roughly two feet in front of the coffee table between table and audience but without obscuring anyone’s view. There was a deathly hush in the room as the girls took their seats and everyone had their drinks. This was no vicar’s tea party, and I stood awkwardly, in the nude, sipping my coffee, having by now guessed what the next section of challenge would involve. An excruciating half hour later, drinks were finished, cups had been returned to kitchen , and everyone had retaken their seats. Bill began to speak, and it was the return of my famous jelly-legs! I was shaking so badly that when Bill asked me to lie on the table with my head on the pillow and my feet towards my witnesses, I obeyed straight away and actually felt slightly better. Then came the next order, as I knew it would. “Raise your legs as far as you can Heidi and hold the backs of your knees! I complied, folding myself so that my thighs rested against my breasts. In this position my entire backside, my anus and my vulva were on display, yet this was still not enough. “Use both hands to spread your pussy and hold it open! I slid my hands down from my knees, over my ass, and used my fingertips to pull my lips apart, parting my vagina as wide as I possibly could. I held the pose, and was rewarded with a barrage of smart phone clicks. I think the fact that I could only see the ceiling and not anybody’s face allowed me to perform this gynaecological display.
There was more. “Show everyone your clit Heidi!”
I repositioned my hands, and pulling my mound up, slowly peeled back my hood to reveal a quarter inch of my most inner core. The contact with my clitoris nearly tipped me over the edge. Bill read the signs and issued his next command. “Stop now, it’s time to get Roger” Roger is our pet name for my vibrator (it’s a rabbit - get it?)
I now knew what the climax (pun intended) to my dare challenge was to be. When we started on this path a week ago, I imagined my payoff would be to drop my pants in the bar parking lot and briefly wiggle my ass. Now I knew it was to masturbate to orgasm, lying naked on a coffee table in my own front room in front of a crowd of people, some of whom I’d known for years, some I had just met!
I slid from the table, and my jelly legs carried me to the bedroom to fetch my toy, my special toy that only Bill had ever seen me use, and I was now going to demonstrate for everyone. This time there was no thought of locking myself in the bathroom. I was too far gone. I grabbed Roger from his hiding place in my bedside cabinet and returned to the living room before any seeds of doubt of what I was about to do could grow. If my witnesses were expecting a prolonged show they were to be sorely disappointed. I simply lay back down on the coffee table, spread my legs wide and pressed the tip of the vibrator against the burning flesh between my labia. I increased the pressure on my clitoris, and within two minutes I felt the familiar tingling in the pit of my stomach that indicated my coming orgasm. The waves of pleasure built and built until my toes curled tight and my whole body shook with ecstasy. As I came down from my peak I reached the calm plateau that would normally indicate the end of my cumming. However on this occasion something strange happened. I began to feel the waves building again. This was a feeling I had never had before, so intense I seriously thought my heart might pound its way out of my chest. As I reached my peak this time the rhythmic spasms in my vaginal muscles caused one, then a second, then a third , jet of hot juice to shoot from my vulva. The first jet was so powerful it cleared the end of the coffee table and splashed on to the floor. Sad to say, my first thought was “did we still have some carpet shampoo left in the kitchen cupboard?” My second thought was the assumption that what had happened was I had wet myself, however, later research on the internet has convinced me that this was the point in my twenty seven years that I first became a ‘squirter!
As I lay on the table, completely spent, waiting for the convulsions to subside, I was aware of movement around me as my witnesses gathered their belongings and were ushered out of the front door.
I had neither the energy nor the desire to confront what I had just done by looking my guests in the eye and simply lay, panting, with my eyes tightly shut. However I became aware of someone standing over me, and when I felt a soft hand brush my hair away from my face I looked up to see my neighbour Meg.
She gently brushed my cheek again and said “Thank you so much Heidi, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen!” With that she left, and Bill scooped my limp form from the table and carried me to the bedroom where he made gentle, but insistent love to me until we both came. My climax was good but no where near as powerful as earlier. My dare challenge was over. At least, that was what I thought!
Poster:
Heidi Green
