***
It wasn’t until she was lying in bed later that she allowed her mind to drift back to The Challenge site. She’d only scanned the dares and none of them had appealed, all being too base – tits and arse and nothing else. But something about the thought of getting naked outside had hooked into her brain. She pulled her knickers off and discarded them, getting up to shut her bedroom door and pulling her cotton nightie off. She didn’t want Robbie suddenly appearing in the doorway to chat to her, even though his text had said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
She lay back down, bunching the duvet to the side of her in case a quick cover up was needed and let her fingers squeeze her left breast, then travelled down over her belly, briefly squeezing the roll of fat to check it hadn’t magically disappeared, then onwards, running her fingers up and down her few-days old shaved pubic hair. It needed doing again, but she quite liked the stabby feel of the stubble against the pad of her finger, enjoying the scraping noise it made.
Down between her legs, deliberately missing her clit, just to tease herself, along her outer lips, sweeping round and back again, then down the middle of her slit, smirking at the river of wetness. No lube needed here.
She sucked her finger clean and twisted sideways, reaching down and into the drawer under her bed, her fingers grasping the smooth rubber of her rose and bringing it up to view. Hopefully it had enough charge, not that it would take her long. She switched it on and moved it to her favourite setting, then positioned it on her clit. The sucking sensation made her lift her hips and groan, her groin instantly trembling.
She pictured being outside, naked, the breeze on her skin, her nipples tightening, someone there, watching but not participating. The shadowy figure was seated, naked as well, stroking his cock. She was making him hard. She was responsible for putting on a show that would make him come. She had the power over his orgasm!
Her pressure built and she pushed the vibrating rose down harder. He stroked his cock harder in response, and in her vision, she lifted one foot, which was now fishnet-stockinged and clad in a high-heel, and slammed it down onto the edge of his chair between his legs. He sucked in a breath nervously at how close she’d been to catching his balls and shifted in his seat, then tilted his head sideways to peer at her pussy now open to his gaze.
Real-her and dream-her hurtled towards their release, the rose buzzing and sucking relentlessly, and she slapped down hard on her right tit, the crack of pain travelling from her nipple to her clit. The orgasm exploded across her entire body and she raised up onto her tiptoes, thrusting her groin upwards.
“Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she shouted out, grunting as she bore down through clenched teeth and let the sound exhale. Her heart beat a frantic pounding in her chest and a multitude of bright lights fizzed across her eyes.
She chuckled to herself, noting yet again, that no man had ever been able to come close what that little red toy was able to do. Really, did she need a dirty, smelly man messing up her life when she had this? She grabbed the wet wipes and cleaned up, wiping the rose down and putting it on charge for ten minutes, ready for next time, then grabbed her mug of tea. Yep, perfect drinking temperature now that that was done.
***
It was mid-morning on Saturday before Rachel was able to sit down with a custard cream and pick her iPad up.
She’d been telling herself all morning that she was going to logon and cancel her account to that stupid website, and she called up the page with every intention of doing so. A reminder flashed up to set her dares and she paused for a second, thinking what they would be. She didn’t want endless cock pics, but what else would she ask for? She closed the pop-up and looked at her nine boxes again, purely for research about the expected level of requests.
Show me your tits, show me your pussy, tits and pussy, oh, a tits and arse request, and back to tits and pussy. The same requests to see the same body parts made over and over. Come on, guys, you can do better than this.
‘Do something in public that no-one else can see which turns you on but scares you.’ Oh. OH! Wow, finally something different. She clicked on the username for ‘PeepingTom’.
Private dare – PeepingTom dares you to: Show me what you use to masturbate with. Accept?
Public dare – PeepingTom dares you to: Do something in public that no-one else can see which turns you on but scares you. Accept?
Personal dare – PeepingTom dares you to: Show me what you think is your worst feature, the one you hide from everyone…and I’ll tell you what I love about it. Accept?
Oh, that was easy for the private dare, Rachel knew straight away she’d take a picture of her rose and her fingers. Personal dare, well, that’d be my single roll of belly fat that never seems to go, even when I bother to diet, and the stretch marks from being pregnant with Robbie. Public dare…? Her last fantasy popped into her mind, heels and fishnet stockings were not her usual attire by any means, being stuck in mum-mode for too long. She wasn’t about to go walking around town with nothing else on, but if she wore her long black skirt, no-one would know, and if she sat on the bus by the window and carefully positioned herself with crossed legs, she could pull the skirt up, get a snap of the garter clips. Job’s a good ‘un. Sorted. Or was that too boring? What would other girls be doing? A damn sight more than her, probably. And they’d be younger, and prettier. And thinner. And…stop!
She could maybe go out with no knickers on, but that was it. Nothing more daring than that. It’d have to be enough. And if he didn’t think it was enough, old Mr PeepingTom, then he was a sex-obsessed seedy twat with no idea of how to keep a woman if he was lucky enough to get one. She sat up straight and nodded. Amazon proved to be her friend, just sneaking into the same day delivery availability for fishnets, a garter belt, and black patent high-heels. She decided to dye her hair with the pack she’d had on the side for three weeks — she’d do it this afternoon and get those grey hairs covered up, not that she was going to show her face in any of her photos but a frisson of excitement invigorating her.
She shook her head at herself with a grin, she’d gone from planning to cancel her account, to maybe wearing fishnets, to considering going out with no underwear on, all in the space of 20 minutes or so.
She clicked on ‘accept’ for PeepingTom’s private dare, but the pop-up message reminded her she needed to submit her dares first. Hmmm. She didn’t want the focus of all of them to be overtly sexual. Yes, this was a dating site, but she wanted more than a random hook-up. Whoever she met with would need to have more about him than whatever he had between his legs and be able to sustain a conversation in a bar or restaurant at least.
She opened the notes app and worked her way through the options, like she’d tackle a problem at work, until she had them drafted and quickly typed them into the website.