Rachel's Dare - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 2

... wink. Rachel then mimicked my own hands-on-hips pose for a moment, and gave a me serious look. "Well then. I reckon we're about ten minutes from the car. I wonder..." Rachel pondered, "... exactly how many joggers we'll run into. Three? Five? How many do you think?" I didn't answer, and quickly added my boxers to her bag so that she didn't have the chance to delay any further. "Come on then," I said, hurriedly. Standing around as the night slowly slipped away was already tugging at my earlier resolve to just enjoy the moment. Nervousness was beginning to return after the strange euphoria of being fully exposed in front of Rachel. Rachel didn't seem to be in a huge hurry though, and seemed to struggle to put the backpack on. "So heavy!" she complained, with a sly grin. "Oh well, at least you haven't got anything else to add to the bag!" She stopped, and looked at me with a puzzled look. "Of course, that means you've got nothing left to take off when you lose the next two coin tosses! Hmm..." I gave Rachel the universal sign for hurry up, and began to glance up and down the path. "Wait," Rachel continued, and seemed to be considering my problem with great thought, "don't worry though. I'm sure in the next four minutes I'll be think of something... appropriate... for you to do." She suddenly smiled wickedly. "Don't you worry about a thing, Rachel's got this under control." I had no snappy comeback, so I just took her hand and started walking her back towards the cars. Her gentle ...

... laughter rang in my ears, and I saw her set the alarm for our next coin toss. Between my pounding heart and my rapidly mounting fear of discovery, a single thought demanded attention. I absolutely, definitely, unquestionably wanted to take possession of Rachel's sports bra at the next coin toss. No, wait, that wasn't quite right. I absolutely, definitely, unquestionably _needed_ to take possession of that bra... ******* Rachel assured me the alarm had been set for four minutes. Logically, at the rate we were walking, it had to have been set for four minutes. So why then did it feel like forty minutes passed before we reached the next waypoint? Mercifully, we hadn't run into anyone else yet. By some miracle we still had the park to ourselves. Rachel didn't help though, constantly suggesting that the smallest movement of a tree in the distance might be an oncoming jogger. She dressed it up as looking after my welfare, what with me being in such an undressed state. I had my doubts though. Her protestations that she was trying to look out for me, rather than sending me into mild panic attacks, was somewhat undermined by the slightly smug expression on her face. "Is that...!" she exclaimed, pointing into the distance at absolutely nothing. Damn it. Even though this was the twelfth such time she pulled this stunt, my heart still quickened again and a shiver still ran down my spine. I'd been forbidden - forced to promise on my word of honour - that I wouldn't cover up, and my hands ...