Rachel's Dare - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare

... didn't though, and we both welcomed the chance to catch our breath. Now that the immediate threat was seemingly over, I was at last able to turn back and survey my winnings. Reaching out, I took possession of Rachel's white t-shirt. After a few attempts to coax her out of the darkness of the tree foliage, she eventually stepped back on to the path, and I successfully answered my earlier question. With the moonlight now painting her supple body in a soft light, I could see her firm c-cup breasts nestled snuggly into a light green sports bra. "Perfect match." I said, complementing her on the bra and panties combination. "Why thank you, kind sir." she said, doing a small curtsy. Her infectious grin broke out again and, nervously yet unbidden, she placed her hands behind her neck, and pushed her shoulders out, so that I had the best possible view of her bosom. Through the material of the sports bra, I fancied I could make out the trace of her nipples, and I thought ahead to what the next three coin tosses had in store for us. "Well then..." I said, struggling for words somewhat, "how about we start heading back then?" Rachel nodded her head in agreement, and slung her backpack over her shoulders, stopping only to make a show of setting the alarm on her phone to four minutes. "Four minutes." she said, simply. "Four minutes..." [To be concluded very shortly in "Rachel's Dare, Part 2"]