Rachel's Dare - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 4

... material apart a little to reveal my chest, I realised that the crowd was amazingly into the entire thing. I didn't know whether they were feeding off the vulnerability that I could feel radiating from me, or whether it was just the variety that they loved. Either way, one of the hens parties broke into a raucous chant of "take it off, take it off." With the music beginning to direct me, and the chant reverberating in my mind, the fourth and fifth buttons came off, and I then proceeded to rip the remaining buttons off, and flung the shirt wide open. My chest and abs finally revealed, the audience reacted with massive applause, and I saw Rachel give me a simple wink. I knew what the wink meant. In one small, simple gesture, my friend had said, Great start, nice body, good effort. Now, how about you hurry up and work on those trousers next? I went over to a pole, and did what I hoped would come across as a few sexy dance moves, clumsily turning around and holding on to the pole as I shoved my ass towards the audience. Even over the loud music, and my own insane thoughts, I heard more than one woman make suggestions on where those trousers really belonged. Turning back to face the women, I leaned against the pole, and ran a hand over my chest, before pushing it down the front of the trousers. At that provocation, one of the women in a wedding dress tried to stand up on her table, and throw her tiara at me, asking me to come and return it in person. Thankfully, one of her own ...

... party gently coaxed her down with a grin on her face. Rachel's eyes never left my hand as I gently inserted it into the trousers, and used it to slowly, inch by agonising inch, undo the zip. There was also the small matter of the belt, and I was conscious too that the belt was home to a pair of handcuffs. With the zip completely undone, I moved my hand up to the belt buckle. I knew that when the trousers came off, then the only thing protecting my manhood was the world's smallest thong. While I'd been caught up in the moment, taking off my shirt and my trousers, I also knew I was careening out of control towards the ultimate moment of truth. Seeking to postpone that moment just a little longer, I undid the belt buckle, but then left the belt on. Instead, I reached for the handcuffs, and detached them from the belt. I walked around the stage, attempting a strut, but perhaps falling a little short of any impersonation of supreme confidence. As I walked around, I played with the handcuffs, twirling them around, and pulling at them, pretending that my hands were trapped in them. As I passed several tables, I was mildly shocked at some of the suggestive comments that were being sent my way by seemingly respectable ladies. Finally arriving in front of Rachel, I played with the handcuffs for a few more moments, before then tossing them gently in her lap. She caught them effortlessly, without ever breaking eye contact with me. Devoid of any toys now, I blinked a few times and realised ...