Day Strip Ch. 01

Chapter 01: Outward Bound

There were five of us who piled in the car on a hot Saturday in June. Cherry's boyfriend had been called into work and couldn't join us for the trip to the beach. Still, that meant we could all travel together, Sharon and Dave, Ryan and me - and Cherry. It was us girls in the back and the boys up front, with Ryan driving.

Although we got caught up in traffic, no one really minded as we were having a great laugh! I can't remember how but we got on to talking about embarrassing incidents – mostly times when people had been caught in a state of undress or even having sex. I just about got the courage up to tell everyone about when my older sisters had spied on me masturbating to a picture of a naked man I had found when I was a teenager. They teased me mercilessly for weeks and threatened to tell my parents unless I did their chores and ran errands for them.

Then Sharon confessed to having sex in the bathroom at someone's party with people banging on the door as she was taking so long for what she was supposed to be doing! That got the others talking about the most daring places they had made love: Cherry claimed hers was in sand dunes in broad day light and Dave and Sharon had had sex on the balcony of their honeymoon hotel bedroom. Ryan and I hadn't even made out in the back of a car so the most 'dangerous' place for us was probably the stairs in our own home!

As we were exchanging tales of sexual mischief we turned into some motorway services. In the shop Dave bought a music quiz CD to play on the rest of the journey. I was quite relieved when everyone thought it would be a good idea as I was kind of embarrassed about the conversation we had been having - partly at the boldness of the others regaling us with their exploits and partly at not having much to contribute.

Back on the road I was doing quite well in the first round of the quiz – most of the questions seemed to be about my era, the 80's, and apart from Ryan everyone else was probably a little young to remember much of what was popular back then.

Then Dave said, "let's spice this up a bit – if anyone gets a question wrong they have to take something off!"

I took it to be a joke and thought Sharon would tell him not to be silly or something. In fact she was enthusiastic about the idea.

"Hey, yeah! That would be fun – as long as it's fair and we all have the same amount on."

"I was enjoying the quiz as it was." I ventured.

"That was 'cos you were winning." Cherry retorted; seemed like she was up for it too.

Ryan added, "Which means you don't have much to worry about.", trying to ease my discomfort.

"Well you're driving, you can't take anything off." I pointed out.

"Ryan will have to be referee and we will get him next time!" Cherry suggested. Yes she was up for it.

Sharon may have been getting cold feet, or may be she was trying to rescue me, and said "How about just down to what we would show off on the beech?"

"Fine by me," Dave responded, "I'm already in my trunks."

"But I wouldn't strip off in front of everybody." I objected.

"Come on, Kay, your underwear covers up just as much as your bikini; let your hair down!" Sharon said - half encouragingly, half exasperatedly.

I weighed things up quickly. I didn't want to be a killjoy and Ryan was right - on my performance so far it didn't look as though I would have to be divesting much. I still wished I had thought of putting on my swimming things before coming out...

"Okay," I said, "bet you I'll have more clothes on at the end than any of you!"

Excitedly everyone began totting up the items they were wearing. No one had much on, it was so hot, so sunglasses and jewellery were also counted in for five things each. Cherry's summer dress counted for two as well: she could take off the top half for one wrong answer and the skirt part for another.

Sharon asked if she could have something count double that as she wasn't wearing a bra.

"But we agreed that we would only go down to what we would be wearing on the beach." I said, wondering how that fitted 'the rules'.

"Well, I will probably be going topless.".

I couldn't think of a reply...

At the end of the first round I had only lost my hair band, Dave had taken off his watch and shades, Sharon had also removed her glasses together with a necklace, but Cherry had come off worse with necklace, bracelet and a shoe gone.

Round two and something dawned on me, the questions being asked were about successive years and the quiz was already at 1989. Soon I would be out of the era I knew. First to get a question wrong was Dave and off came his first shoe; then me and I removed my sunglasses. Cherry didn't seem to have a clue and lost her second shoe – another wrong answer would really count as she only had her dress, bra and panties left.

The next one, thankfully, was the first she got right but the last answer she had to give was a wild guess and hopelessly wrong. Everyone looked to see if she was going to bottle out. I thought she would go for the bow at the back of her halter neck to undo it but instead she lifted herself off the seat, reached under her dress and pulled down her panties.

As she deftly slipped them off her legs I complained that we had agreed to leave underwear on.

"I think I will keep my modesty more if I keep my dress on and take these off!" she said, handing me a pair of small, slinky, completely see-through briefs. Again I couldn't think of a reply.

A familiar musky smell wafted up from the panties and I had to resist the temptation to put them to my nose to confirm my suspicion – Cherry was getting turned on by all this.

Meanwhile, in that round, Dave ended up without his shoes; just shorts and shirt to go. Sharon's left shoe was off with the right one, a 'T' and skirt remaining and me – having got another two wrong answers - with just blouse and jeans left.

We were now into 1994 but mine was an easy one to start with. Dave fluffed and had to take his shirt off. Sharon's was harder and she didn't get it so lost her second shoe and Cherry was wrong again too. This time she did undo the halter neck and with a big breath she let the front fall to her waist. It revealed a bra that was as slinky and as sheer as her panties. Her breasts, with their red nipples were clearly visible through the material and everyone clapped and whooped their approval. She seemed chuffed with the appreciation and even did an awkward little wiggle of her chest at us before folding her arms over her body. This coy performance didn't cover what those nipples had given away: they were tautly erect - she was turned on. If I had been where she was sitting – on the outer seat behind Ryan - I would have been worried about what people may have been able to see if they were looking into the car as well as us sitting with her. May be she just hadn't thought about that - or perhaps that was what was exciting her

After her Dave got one right and I was confident of my next answer being right and was astounded when the CD quiz master gave another song as the right one. I protested but Ryan said he had to accept the CD being right, so off came... what should I take off? My blouse and show off my bra clad breasts to anyone who might happen to gaze in the window to my side, or the skirt and just have thin cotton knickers between me and utter embarrassment? In the end I opted for unzipping my skirt and pulling it off, keeping my legs as close together as I could manage.

Everyone else got the rest of their questions right, even Cherry, in that round.

I hoped that that was it but there was at least one more to go – on to 2000.

Although the others thought it was an easy one I got my first one wrong and the dilemma that had seemed so hard a few moments ago was totally irrelevant as now I had no choice. I unbuttoned the blouse, blushing the more of my cleavage I revealed, dropped it off my shoulders and removed it altogether. Although I was still in my underwear and not really showing off any more than my bikini would I was certainly not used to being in the presence of any man other than Ryan with so little on. And Dave was certainly letting his eyes take advantage of the situation.

Could he see through my bra like we could through Cherry's? A quick look down so as not to draw attention suggested not, but I wasn't sure. Could he see the shape of my pussy lips against the my panties, or were my pubes visible outside the high cut legs? I decided not to look for myself but tried to cross my legs. There was just not enough room in the back though and I ended up opening up my legs to try to get one over the other. I'm sure Dave thought I had done it deliberately as his eyes bulged looking at my crotch.

Perhaps he had lost concentration as he stumbled with his question and down came his shorts, leaving him in his trunks. The girls voiced their disapproval as they said he wasn't being as daring as they had to be, but he just pointed out that he was only abiding by the rules. Perhaps Sharon was hoping to get the quiz abandoned as she was facing a difficult choice if she didn't get her question right. Sure enough she didn't. I would probably gone for the skirt if I had been her, being more comfortable being in a top and knickers than removing the 'T' knowing I had no bra on. But that is what she chose; without a seconds hesitation it came over her head and her breasts bounced free. She was sitting in the middle so there was not much chance that she would be seen from outside, but it was still brazen. I could see Ryan trying to look at her – at them - in his mirror and she made no attempt to cover up either.

Cherry faced her next question, but didn't even offer a guess, just sighed an "oh, well" kind of sigh and unhooked the flimsy bra at the back and lifted it over her head (it was halter like her dress). A van driver honked his horn at this and his passenger made a lewd gesture as though he was groping Cherry's breasts. She just waved back! Ryan sped away from them but she didn't seem bothered much by the unwanted attention.

"One more round." Ryan called out.

We were all down to what we had agreed at the outset – or less as there were two bare breasted women next to me – one with nothing but a dress half on that would fall down if she attempted to stand. I thought about quitting at that point but figured that if I won I would not have lost face and if I lost I could remind everyone of the rules and that would put an end to it.

I lost; I thought I may have got the answer but I was way off.

"Get your tits out Kay." Cherry taunted.

"Yeah, let's see what you got!" Sharon joined in.

I half expected such remarks from the men but these girls should have been helping me defend my honour!

"I've gone as far as I said I would – we agreed 'down to what we would wear at the beech' and that is as far as I want to go."

"Well, we have stripped down to what we will wear, and that means topless." Sharon replied.

And Cherry added, "It's only fair."

"I don't think it is, Cherry."

"Well let's ask Ryan if it's fair," she responded, "he's the referee."

"Is it ok that Kay gets to keep her bra on, even though she got the question wrong and Sharon and I have taken ours of?"

I didn't know what I wanted Ryan to decide: a big part of me wanted him to say I should keep it on – I'd be vindicated, I'd keep my dignity. But there was this other part of me wanting him to tell me to take it off so that I could display my breasts as openly as the others but not have to take the responsibility for it. 'They made me' I could say; 'Ryan wanted me to bear my breasts in front of people.'

It seemed an age before he gave his answer and what he said changed everything.

"Kay, I would be proud if you did."

He hadn't told me I had to but he gave me the permission I needed. Because he would be proud, this was no longer about dignity or embarrassment but confidence.

I bought my hands up behind my back, undid the clasp and brought the straps down my arms. With a little flourish I whipped the cups from my breasts to reveal them and my nipples - as taut and erect as Cherry's - to all. The whoops and applause were for me this time.

I leaned back in the seat making no attempt to cover up, relaxed enough to part my legs as I did so. I knew that anyone looking would have noticed the growing dark patch right below the spot where my pussy lips were outlined against my panties.

I then did something that surprised everyone but seemed perfectly natural to me. I wound down the window and held my bra like a streamer out of it as we sped along. Then slowly...

I...

let...

it...

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