Five friends dare each other to commit a specific sexual act within a week, in celebration of the first among them to get married. Lacey has to have sex with a stranger. Luckily, the hot waiter who keeps eyeing her fits that dscription.
This is the fifth story in the DARE series.
Warning: This SHORT STORY is suitable for 18+ only. It features explicitly hot sex in public with a stranger, and another stranger...
Lacey smiled at the hot young waiter when he handed her a margarita. He winked as she took her glass, then he disappeared into the crowded bar. Her breasts swelled in her already tight top and she tugged at it before focusing her attention on her friends.
Mindy, Heather, Sherry and Gina and she spent most Friday nights together at one club or another. Conversation was guaranteed raunchy and wild. Tonight was no different as Heather asked, "What's your secret fantasy?"
Well into her second Strawberry Stripper, Sherry said, "I always wondered what it would be like to strip. Take off my clothes for a room full of men who couldn't take their eyes off me."
Lacey laughed. "I've always wanted to have sex with a biker. Hot, wild, 'fuck me like you're headed to jail for ten years' sex."
Everyone laughed at her, but it wasn't surprising since she was an assistant librarian at an elementary school. The epitome of good girl, and she hated it. Just once, she wanted to be a slut.
Mindy leaned toward the center of the table and spoke in a low voice. "Threesome. Me and two strangers."
Looking around the table, Gina licked her lips. "I've wanted to make it with my boss. On his desk, you know? Maybe even spank me for misfiling his accounts or something."
Everyone turned to Heather, who was writing on a napkin. "I'm easy. Sex with a stranger. Just the next guy who walks up to me, kind of thing."
She turned the napkin facedown and slid it out between their drinks. "Here's the rules. Everyone will pick a number, one through five, and I'll get what's left. Then I'll turn the napkin over and we'll see what we have to do before we get together again next Saturday at my bridal shower."
Each girl called out a number, then Heather flipped over the napkin. Lacey leaned over to read hers and sighed. Sex with a stranger. That one shouldn't be too hard, compared to the others. And there were no rules the stranger couldn't be a biker, so maybe she could take care of two fantasies at once.
Then the young waiter walked past, catching her eye and smiling. On the other hand, there was no time like the present. "I'll be right back," she called out over the loud music and laughter in the club.
She pushed through the tightly-pressed bodies in the direction he had gone, batting off a stray pinch on her ass as she rose on her toes to look for the waiter's head. He had been swallowed up by the writhing mass of partying
Just when she was ready to give up, a voice spoke close to her ear, sending shivers over her skin. "Can I help you find someone?"
She turned and looked straight into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. The waiter's eyes. "I need a favor."
He smiled. "Sure. What's up?"
Rising on her toes, she spoke in lower tones. "Can we go somewhere quiet? I don't want to yell it in here."
Nodding, he took her hand and pulled her toward the back of the building. Opening the door hidden behind black curtains, he led her into the alley. "Okay, you don't have to yell now."
No, but she did have to look into those eyes, shadowed though they were by the night. What the hell, she should just blurt it out before she lost her nerve. If he laughed, she could just ask the girls to go somewhere else on Fridays. "I want you to fuck me."
There she did it. And he just stood there looking at her. Was she that unappealing? She wasn't a virgin for God's sake. "Look, it's okay. I didn't mean anything by it." She turned to go back inside.
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Published March 13, 2011
by Roxy Jacobs.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.