Rachel's Dare - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 3

... nothing if not a merciless tease. "You can't be sure of that," I lied, trying to retain some air of mystery. "Oh, I'm sure," smirked Rachel, "you see, men are so easy to read. We women on the other hand - well, we're always full of surprises!" At that, she silenced my attempted retort with an imperious wave of her hand and shooed me away towards the men's toilets instead. "Hurry back!" she called after me, as I trudged off to change, "I'd hate for you to miss a second of the game!" I half considered giving her the finger, but maintained my dignity (at least for this moment in time), and disappeared into the toilets. Thankfully, I'd somehow beaten the worst of the half-time rush, and there was one cubicle still free. With a nervous look plastered over my face, I closed the cubicle door behind me, and quickly slipped out of my clothes. Dropping them to the floor, I picked up Rachel's backpack and held the zip for several seconds. Countless possibilities flash in front of my eyes, as I guessed at what Rachel's devious mind had dreamt up for me. Summoning the courage to finally open it, I slowly began to undo the top of the bag. I peered inside. As I saw what was inside, my eyes closed and my mouth opened to let out a low groan. Inside the backpack, in the bold colours of the red, white and blue, lay a sexy, slutty, sophomoric Wonder Woman outfit. In exactly my size. ********* The second half of a football game had never before gone so slowly as the second half of this ...

... Bears/Patriots match. When I'd arrived back at the table, my face was burning with embarrassment. Rachel had applauded louder at seeing my new look than any man had cheered when the Patriots scored in the first half. She threw her hands out in front of her, as if to indicate a masterpiece of art that she'd just completed, and then gave me two thumbs up. "It's like Lynda Carter is standing right in front of me!" she cried, delightedly. I had to disagree with her on that point. The Wonder Woman outfit we'd bought each other had a very revealing pair of sparkling blue hot pants that barely covered my ass, and a bodice that carefully displayed half of my man nipples. The bodice didn't even reach the hot pants, and instead left a healthy dose of my midriff on display. To top it all off, I was fairly certain I looked absolutely ridiculous with the tiara perched on my head. A pair of red knee-high boots had what seemed a deeply impractical heel for a supposed super heroine, and made my ass even more prominent in the blue hot pants. The walk from the men's toilets back to the table had not gone unnoticed. Several men were now openly laughing at what I was wearing, and pointing out me out to their friends. It seemed to take exactly ten seconds for the entire bar to suddenly be aware of my predicament, and all thoughts of the Patriots were temporarily put aside. As I sunk into my chair to try and slide under the table, Rachel chose that exact moment to realise she'd finished her drink. "Hmm," ...