Coffee Shop Dare

by Sarah Anon

  The

  Coffee Shop Dare

  By

  Sarah Anon

  The Bet

  Preparation

  Arrival

  A Tease or Two

  Sitting by the Stairs

  The Flash Strip

  The Walk Back

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  The Bet

  “FUCK!”. I yelled it loud, and with feeling, because I had just lost the game of monopoly, and the stakes were high.

  If you read my first book, you might be a little surprised that I was having a night in, playing a board game with my Boyfriend, a little geeky, and that’s what we were doing. but to make it interesting, we made a bet, a bet based on dares. Mine was simple, I wanted him to be my slave for an entire day, rubbing my toes, licking me out massaging me, cooking for me, everything. He could not deny me a single pleasure.

  But he got me, and he got me bad.

  He looked at me, grinning, “I want you” He paused, his smile that I loved so much giving me a certain feeling of inevitability.

  “I want you to go to the Coffee Shop for an entire afternoon, wearing no underwear, and the white dress I love so much.” He sat back, smiling.

  Argh, that white dress, and he really did love it. It was that perfect mix between opaqueness and transparency. If you were not looking too hard it just looked like a normal white dress, but if you looked a little more closely, you could start to see the outline of everything, and if the sun was shining, a lot more was revealed.

  The dress hung kind of loose, but accentuated my figure in an incredibly alluring way, especially my breasts, which were just a little larger than what it was designed for.

  He loved to go out with me wearing that dress, and admittedly, I loved to wear it too. Sometimes I went out commando, sometimes I went out with a little sexy attire on underneath. But spending an afternoon in a coffee shop, naked underneath… If a guy got a proper look, well, it would actually be pretty fun, and let’s face it, a bet is a bet.

  The game went fast, double money and we threw out some starting properties to get the ball rolling.

  I knew it was coming as the game drew to a close. He had a hotel that wiped me out, and now he had houses all over the place, my money ran out quickly. I had my last twenty dollars left, and then, boom; I landed on his hotel again.

  “FUCK!”

  Preparation

  So the next day, pantiless, braless, I slipped the white dress over my head, tightening it around my waist with a loose belt.

  I admired myself in the mirror, I looked good, the dress was cut loose but it still hugged my figure in the right places, it was tighter in the waist, and it it made my breasts look huge. I noticed that my nipples were pretty obvious though, a little darker than average on a pale girl, they stood out, two slightly darker patches, made a little more obvious by my nipples, poking out through the fabric.

  The length just a little shorter than it probably should have been, when I bent over in it, it rose up, just enough to show a little to someone sat down.

  My boyfriend stood there admiring me, I twirled, enjoying his gaze, he walked over, cupping one of my breasts and squeezing it slightly, “you look amazing in this” he said, another hand reaching underneath it, he lightly ran his finger across my my pussy, digging in just enough to brush my clitoris.

  Just as I was getting into it, thinking I might not have to go through with it, he stepped back.

  “Your nipples look fantastic!” I looked back into the mirror, hardened, my nipples were obvious as hell. Normally they just added a pea sized bulge in the fabric, but now, My entire areola had turned hard, a dark cone pushing at the material, they were a lot more than just pea sized dots in the fabric now.

  “You will just have to hope you don’t get turned on” He laughed, knowing that there was little chance of that.

  I loved to tease, to show myself off, to know that men could see, but couldn’t touch. I was going to get intensely turned on, and he knew it.

  Normally though, it was fast, if a man saw something, I teased, then moved on. I would be at the coffee shop for an entire afternoon!

  I pulled together my laptop and a book, something to do while I was there. Took a sip of vodka to steady my nerves and we headed out.

  Arrival

  My boyfriend was going to ‘observe me’ while we were at the coffee shop. So instead of pulling in to the car park, we parked on the street a little way down the road. He went in first, to get himself situated, and I followed five minutes later.

  I caught a couple of glances just going down the street, there were not too many people around, but as I passed a bus stop, men’s eyes were following me, one guy was so obviously staring at my crotch, I knew that my white dress must have been exposing a little too much in the midday sun.

  By the time I got to the coffee shop I could feel my nipples getting rock hard, becoming more and more sensitive as the fabric of the dress rubbed over them.

  The outdoor deck of the coffee shop was pretty crowded, the sun had drawn the crowds, and it looked over a beautiful lake, the wind came in from it, blowing the dress tight against me, showing off the form of my body. I instantly saw a few guys checking me out, their gaze first lightly looking me up and down, mentally undressing me, then focusing, on my breasts, easily seeing my nipples poking through the cloth, easily seeing the darkness of them through the fabric.

  I saw my boyfriend, he was checking me out as much as the other guys around me, and he smiled briefly, winking, before returning to his own book.

  The route to the inside of the coffee shop was in a semicircle that followed the curve of the balcony overlooking the lake. Below the balcony, another lower level balcony sat, closer to the water’s edge. I walked halfway around the semicircle, conscious of the eyes following me. When I reached the halfway point I walked over to the railing, stopping to pause to look out over the lake. My dress fluttered in the wind, held tight to me. It was a shame that only one of the guys below looked up, and he stared, the dress was now hugging my figure EXTREMELY well, and as much as it was flowing to the shape of my breasts I could have been topless. My boyfriend had a perfect view of this, as did a man sat at a table to my right.

  I stood for a little while savoring the gazes, wishing that someone was sat below me, able to glance up, between my legs when the wind lulled, and my dress hung loose.

  I sauntered towards the main building, letting the gazes of the men see everything they wanted to see. Some women also looked enraptured, although more looked a little affronted.

  As soon as I stepped inside my dress felt a little more ‘white’ and a little less transparent. My nipples were hard as hell though and they were pretty hard to miss. There was no line at the counter so I walked up, taking my time, choosing a bagel and a latte. The guy at the counter deserved an award for his professionalism, I only caught him glancing at my nipples a couple of times, so I egged him on a little bit, pretend
ing to scratch just under one tit, moving it about, the nipple playing a line through the fabric of the dress.

  The guy brought my coffee to me, still glancing down a little at my tits. I took my coffee and turned around to leave, winking as I did so.

  A Tease or Two

  Heading to my table I put my edibles down and placed my bag on the floor. It’s now or never I thought, I knew my boyfriend expected me to do more than just drink coffee, he wanted a show.

  Facing away from my boyfriend I put my bag on the floor and bent down to pull my laptop out of it’s bag. I placed it on the table, and bent down again to pick up the power cord. I could feel the breeze instantly, if my pussy wasn’t showing right now, it was pretty damn close.

  I stood back up and walked to the nearest power outlet, it was close to my boyfriend, but I didn’t even make eye contact, I just bent over to plug in the power cord, right at that moment a gust of wind blew, I felt it lift up my dress, but I pretended not to notice. I could feel it, fluttering up, my ass, pussy, all exposed to the people sat close by. I fiddled with the socket for just a few seconds, then stood back up.

  There were definitely a few interested gazes following me now, some were checking out my breasts, others still glancing at my crotch, maybe hoping for another gust of wind, maybe something was showing as the sun shone through the thin material. I pretended to not know what had just happened, but I suddenly felt incredibly turned on, knowing that all these people had just seen all that. I honestly wanted to strip off right there and then, showing them my tight body, large breasts, flat stomach, and toned ass. I knew I had the looks, and I wanted them all to see it, unable to touch, but desiring me completely.

  I plugged in my computer, facing away from the lake, towards the people on the balcony. As soon as my computer turned on, I saw a message from my boyfriend.

  “That little move certainly got you the attention of a few people ;)” it read.

  “That’s just the start” I replied.

  I sat at sipped my coffee for a while. A guy close to me could not stop staring at my breasts. Either he didn’t notice, or didn’t care that I was watching him, but it looked like he liked the fact that he could just see my nipples.

  I did the ‘itching’ trick again, letting it last a little longer this time for the larger audience, moving my breast, lifting it up a little then dropping it. I could imagine it from their perspective, each man watching, seeing the shape of my breast, the movement of my nipple, the ghostly shape of my dark areola, watching it pressed against the fabric when I lifted it, watching it ripple when I dropped it.

  I imagined them imagining me naked. thinking about the shape of my body, my large breasts, what they wanted to do to me.

  I let their gazes linger for a while, then decided to move things up a notch. I sat back in my chair and slouched, my legs moving forward, but my dress staying in place by the friction of the seat, I widened my legs a little, towards one guy who was sat, facing me and the lake, working on his computer.

  He seemed to be into his work, and it took him a while to glance up and notice me. I was watching out of the corner of my eye and I saw it. First, just a faint flicker up from his screen, then a much longer, slower gaze. The thinness of the dress let the light through with little shadow, especially since my dress had ridden up so high, my legs were open, and my pussy naked, bare exposed. I could see him watching, and he didn’t even realize it. He licked his lips, and he stared. I opened and closed my legs a little drawing in his gaze, but then he saw that I was watching him, he reddened and returned to his work.

  For an hour or so I sat there, pretending to be engrossed in either Facebook or the book I was reading. It was kind of nice, the relaxing state of sipping coffee in the sun, reading a book, combined with a mild erotic turn on knowing that each man walking by could just about see my breasts through the fabric. Occasionally I would catch their gaze, they all kept walking though. The guy at the computer would glance up pretty regularly too, looking for (and getting) another glimpse. He would never make eye contact though, and always shied away if it looked like he was going to get caught.

  I started to get a little bored again, it was time for a change. I went over to unplug my computer, this time I just squatted, not showing anything other than the outline of my ass under the dress. A few eyes were following me still, but I needed more, and I had an idea.

  Sitting by the Stairs

  I decided to mix it up a little. I moved closer to the entrance where there were stairs leading up down to the outside deck below. Though my last attempt at flashing those below had failed, I had a new plan.

  A small round table sat across from the top of the stairs, I moved over to it, facing towards the stairs, and let my dress ride up a little. It took a few minutes for the first man to come up them, and I pretended to read my book, nonchalantly, my legs spread.

  He didn’t notice. It made me a little mad. I waited again, hitching my skirt up a little more, widening my legs a little further. It worked for the next man, he slowed as he walked up the stairs, dawdling as much as possible, his eyes feasting on my exposed vagina. Then he moved on.

  The book I was pretending to read was a fictional romance novel. “Time to get in to it” I though.

  Folding some of my dress over my arm, I slipped my fingers down towards my pussy, spreading the lips with two fingers, rubbing my clitoris with the middle finger.

  It took about 10 minutes for the next guy to come, but when he did, he instantly stopped. He pulled out his phone, pretending to talk, hanging around halfway up the stairs. He stood staring, straight at what my fingers were doing, he even had to ‘adjust’ his equipment a little as he hardened. He put his phone down by his side, and then I heard the camera sound. He froze, I looked straight at him, I motioned him to sit down.

  For a few seconds he just stood there, then I said “take a video”.

  He laughed, “I would love to”.

  Sitting down he slipped the phone between his legs, then he aimed it right at my pussy. “Pull your dress up a bit” he said, and I did. “Beautiful” was all he said.

  I began to rub myself, softly at first then harder. The man had his spare hand on my leg, gripping it and rubbing it. I tried to keep my arm still, not making it too obvious as to what I was doing, but I could see a guy at the next table, watching, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

  I wanted to moan, and scream. I wanted to fling off the table and let everyone watch me, I fantasized about all the men and women at the coffee shop coming over and watching me, I wanted to tear off my dress, feel their hands all over me. I wanted the soft unworn tongues of the college girls to lick my pussies, the old men to jack off over me, I wanted them to surround me, as I came..

  I had to focus as I started to shake a little, jolts of pleasure making my legs stammer. I could feel myself getting closer, I could see my boyfriend over at the other table, his hand resting on his cock.

  It didn’t take long for me to orgasm; I jolted forward in my seat a little, stifling a moan. He lifted his phone above the table, “Lick your fingers clean” it was a command, and I loved it. I took my time, licking every last drop of my juices off my hand. He captured it all on camera, every last lick, every single rub.

  “Can I call you sometime?” He asked

  I laughed, said “sure” and gave it to him. He only called once and asked for me email, he sent me the video he had taken, it was pretty fucking hot!

  The Flash Strip

  After a while the bottom balcony seemed to have emptied out, so I wandered down there. It was a lot larger than I thought, with seats extending underneath the balcony, and only two men remained down there.

  The guys seemed pretty into their work, but not for much longer if I had my way.

  “Hey!” I said, “Would you mind keeping an eye on my stuff for a minute?” I asked.

  They replied “Sure” and went back to their work, although the eyes of one many drifted quickly over my body.

  I
took out some sunscreen from my bag and walked a little deeper underneath the upper deck, and in a swift movement pulled my dress up and over my head. I smiled at the two men who were now definitely NOT looking at their computers. “Give me a shout if anyone comes, I just need to put some sunscreen on” I said.

  At first I just did my arms and face, for some reason no matter if you are clothed or naked, that’s what you put sunscreen on first. Then I moved on to the rest of my body. I instantly got wet, I rubbed it deep into my breasts, squeezing them, caressing them, adding a little extra to my nipples, rubbing them for a little longer with my fingers. I rubbed it over my shoulders, my arms squeezing and rubbing my tits together, bouncing them, tippling them. Then I began moving down the front of my body, covering my stomach, I could tell that it now looked smooth, oiled, fucking sexy.

  I put some more cream into my hands and rubbed them together a little, then rubbed it first around my pussy, then in to it, before continuing down my legs. I turned sideways to the men and continued to rub the sunscreen in to my legs, my body going lower, my ass sticking up, my breasts hanging down. I stood up and turned to them, my skin shining, my pussy wet, my nipples hard. “Can one of you get my back?” I asked.

  One of the guys was quicker on the uptake, He came over and I gave him the sunscreen “I always have trouble with my back!” I said. Within seconds he was rubbing me down.

  He took his time, first covering my back with the sunscreen, then rubbing it in. His hands reached around and he began to massage my breasts, I let him go for a few seconds before telling him that I had already done that particular area. He returned to my back, and said, “but you haven’t done this part”. His cream covered hands began to rub the sunscreen into my ass.

  He moved down and did the back of my thighs, then one hand came up between them, his finger sliding over my pussy, over my clit. “I’ve done that part too” I giggled.