She moved her hand between her legs, giving herself a quick stroke down her slit, then bringing her finger up to suck her juices off. At this rate, she’d be flooding the seat. A couple got on the bus, taking the seats on the opposite side to her, so she made herself decent and studied her photos with a smile, enjoying her secret.
***
She walked around the park slowly, the brand-new high heels killing her feet and making them ache uncomfortably, truth be told. And no-one ravaged her up against a tree. And families were running around playing games in the distance, killing any horny feelings and just making her sad for simpler times. Reality wasn’t quite living up to the fantasy. A drop of Spring rain sealed the mood and she called for an Uber, happy to escape back to the safety of her home.
She couldn’t shift the melancholy mood all afternoon, indulging in watching films with chocolate and wine. Her best friend hadn’t replied to her message, their busy lives leaving less time for each other these days, and Rob had gone to the pub with Scott to discuss their flat-share plans. Alone again. Her hand crept up under the skirt of her dress, brushing against her groin. All that effort for nothing. But she’d felt good for a while, and at least she’d made an effort to do something.
She called the photos up on her phone, looking at the sedate one and the more-exposed one, her finger idly circling her clit as she looked at herself. Not bad, yes, maybe losing another stone or so would tighten up that tummy, but not a bad starting point. Maybe she should join the gym. Her local hotel had a spa with gym and swimming pool. That could be a good step. She’d call in tomorrow after work and get prices. Now, if she’d gone to all this effort, should she submit a photo as evidence of PeepingTom’s public dare? And which one of them?
She moved upstairs to her bedroom, reaching under her dress to remove her bra and jiggle her breasts free. Now she was naked underneath, just not in public.
She lay on her bed and pulled the dress up, then snapped her stomach, first covered by the garter belt and then uncovered, the soft flesh rippling as she stroked across her curves, the garter belt folded down to preserve her modesty.
She tweaked her nipples, looking at them erect under the material of her dress and snapped a photo of the visible outline as well, just for the hell of it.
Pulling the rose out of her drawer, she got comfortable and quickly made herself come, pressing her middle and index fingers deep up inside her pussy and pulling them out, covered in her thick creamy white cum. She positioned her rose on the bed, spreading her fingers into a V shape either side of rose. She took her final photo, and that was it. She had them all. She just had to decide what to do with them now.
***
Rachel walked into work on Monday, a true spring in her step.
She’d debated all evening whether to submit her evidence, finally gritting her teeth and doing it at around 10pm. She’d added narrative to her photos, explaining why she chose his dares to achieve, how doing the public one had made her feel and why she felt her belly was her worst feature. Something was nagging at her about the private dare. She did use her fingers and her rose, but it didn’t feel like the full picture. Then it clicked, she used her mind as well, always thinking of a scenario and acting it out in her head. She was reminded of an image she’d seen on the internet; a picture of a brain with an opening like a vulva, with fingers entering the pussy. She’d googled vulva brain and saved the image, adding it to her private dare images. The sense of relief at submitting her evidence was liberating. Even if nothing came of this, she’d had fun and pushed herself to do something.
Her colleague James was coming towards her and she greeted him with a smile. “Hi, hope you had a good weekend. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me in the board meeting. I’ve not been pushing my work as much as I should’ve been doing recently, but thanks for having my back.”
“No problem. Alex never gives you the credit you deserve, so yeah, make sure you’re shouting as loud as you need to.” He cocked his head to the side, assessing her with his deep brown eyes, sending a shot of heat over her body. Damn, he smells good. “You look different. Have you had your hair done?”
She grinned, enjoying the sensation of being noticed, “Yeah, I took a bit of time for myself over the weekend.”
“Well, it’s done you the world of good.”
They said their byes and went to their own desks, Rachel feeling thrilled that someone had noticed the change in her. James was such a good guy, always sticking up for his team, and for her the other day. She hadn’t realised how intense his eyes were before, but then she hadn’t really noticed James before, and that left a bad feeling in her stomach. How shallow of her. He’d been too easy to overlook, with his unkempt shoulder-length sandy brown hair and beard in need of a good trim, and ill-fitting clothes hanging off his larger build, but she’d spent the weekend realising how invisible she’d become, and how being seen had made her feel more powerful and stronger already. Maybe he needed to know someone had noticed him too…
Rachel returned her mind to work with a smile on her face, finishing up a few final points on her report on the declining educational text book sales situation with a suggestion to link up with teacher training providers and offer them copies at discounted prices. She forwarded it to the board members, thanking them for the opportunity for her to share her findings as attached and that she’d be more than happy to present further details at the next meeting.
Take that, weasel Alex.
She met with her team, and her energy and enthusiasm rubbed off on them, even on the Team Eeyore who usually sucked the joy out of any situation. It was amazing how easy life seemed when your frame of mind was right.
Still feeling the glow of the weekend and James’ awareness of her this morning, she typed a quick message to him, ‘Hi, did you fancy grabbing lunch in a bit?’
‘Great idea! You’ll be saving me from a cup-a-soup at my desk. 1pm?’
Pulling her phone from her bag, she noted she had several emails from The Challenge. PeepingTom had submitted his evidence for her dares! And he’d replied to her evidence. They were now free to make contact through the site. Sick with nerves, her fingers fumbled as she clicked on the link to open her profile and read his replies to her evidence first.
Private dare — Thank you for the thought you put into your reply. It made me want to lick those fingers clean for you. I can almost taste you in my mouth now. The mixture of physical and mental stimulation tells me you enjoy all of your senses being aroused, including your brain, when you’re masturbating or someone is touching you. On that note, if I were ever lucky enough to be next to you when this situation occurred, I would whisper everything I sent you in my reply to your dare to set the scene for your mind. I would caress you in every way I’ve listed. I would look in awe at every curve and dip of your body. I would do everything I could to elicit just one single sound from your mouth, and I would inhale deeply so as to imprint your scent on my memory forever.
Public dare — I love how you’ve embraced this challenge. I understand how it has pushed you to regain something in yourself that you have lost and I’m honoured to have been a part of that. I only wish I could have been there to watch you take those steps, moving from the classy hint of sexiness, to the explicit glimpse of that gorgeous pussy. You are beautiful for having the courage to have done this. If you dare to go outside without the bra as well at any point, please me all about it 😉
Personal dare — I’m afraid you’ve failed this dare. I cannot comprehend how that sexy, soft, inviting stretch of skin, leading my eye down to your most intimate area, hinting at your unique exquisiteness, could possibly be classed as ‘the worst’ of anything. If that’s your worst, I can only think the rest of you is of such a divine nature that a mere earthly being like me cannot possibly hope to be seen as an equal. I’m insanely jealous of that man who hopefully got to be by your side, or maybe you fought this fight on your own showing your immense strength, as you grew a life inside of you, and I hope those around you cherished you as much as you deserved to be. You’ve earned your tiger stripes and now is your time to roar.
Comments from PeepingTom — Thank you, my good LadyGodiva, for daring to bare your soul to me. I know my asks of you will have been slightly different to my peers on here (I only know that because I cheated and set up a separate account as a woman to check on my competition…I like to be thorough in my research!), and, at the risk of sounding like an arrogant twat, there haven’t been many women that have caught my attention in the way you have. I’m sure you’ll shake your head and think I’m spinning you a line, but I’m not. I’d love to continue and set more dares for each other before we even think about meeting, if you think my answers to your dares are worthy of your attention.
Fucking hell! Parts of that made her want to mount the nearest man and parts of made her want to laugh at his humour. Both sides of him were winning her over. She re-read his comments on her private dare again, squirming in her seat as the beauty of his words soaked in. She imagined having the undivided attention of a man like that. She didn’t think she ever had. Pre-Rob had been about dirty, quick, hard sex, and post-Rob had been about stolen moments with whispered sweet nothings of ‘get on with it’ and ‘hurry up’ from both sides. Chris hadn’t been that great in bed, but she’d been pregnant within their first four weeks of being together, and then he’d proposed and she’d accepted with a feeling of ‘better make the most of it for the baby’. And then she just hadn’t wanted to hurt his feelings, numbing her own feelings and desires to save his.