The Challenge Pt. 01

Could he tell? She swished her hips as she stood, feeling more sensual than she had in a long time, the material caressing her groin as it moved. She parted her legs under the skirt of the dress and rocked on the balls of her feet, feeling the cool air rushing up to kiss her fevered skin.

She took a seat on the left of the bus when it came, towards the back with no-one around her, and she waited a few minutes before pulling her phone out of her bag, glancing around nervously. She crossed her right leg over her left, then pulled the material of the dress up her left leg, inch by inch, until the top of the stocking was showing, along with one of the clips. She snapped a photo, then pulled the dress down, sitting up straight to look at the snap. It was good, it was...sexy...but...boring. She could do better.

She got into position again, but this time widened her legs and moved the phone away to take an angled shot so a hint of forbidden pussy lips and stockings showed in the foreground of the photo, along with the seat back and handrail next to her in the background to show she was on a bus. There, that's better!

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.

A wave of emotion shot over her, sadness at how insignificant she'd let herself become, and she blinked rapidly, tears forming. Did men like this PeepingTom really exist? Well, no, because he was just pixels on a fucking computer screen. It could all be bullshit. Just words. He could be married for all she knew.

She replied to a couple of work instant messages, then sneaked her attention back to her phone guiltily, clicking on his responses to her dares.

Private dare -- As of the moment you responded to my dares, you became my fantasy. So my fantasy involves you lying on the softest bed, naked, after I've just given you a back massage. I help you turn over and I blow minty coolness onto your skin, following my path with a feather. I see your skin pucker and prickle in response to me, and you giggle softly. I kiss your fingertips, your wrists, your neck, then down your chest, nuzzling your breasts with my nose. I lick one nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking hard, pushing your belly down with the palm of my hand as you rise up. I'll tell you how beautiful you taste as I repeat on the other side, then progress down, kissing your soft core as I go.

Holy fuck-a-doodles! Rachel felt the blush rise over her, felt her nipples standing to attention, felt the wetness gush down to her pussy. She couldn't sit here and read this in the office! She made a beeline for the ladies toilet, locking herself in the far cubicle and re-reading the first part before continuing, her hand dipping up under her work skirt and into her knickers as she read.

I'll gently prise your legs apart, not that they'll need much encouragement, and I'll settle between them, inhaling your scent and gazing at the wonder laid out in front of me. I'll dip and plunge my tongue straight up into your sweet, sweet, pussy, then lick forward to your swollen needy clit. I'll repeat my action swirling around, edging you nearer and nearer until you can't take any more and pull my hair, demanding that I make you come. I'll add my thumb to your clit and fuck you with my tongue. When you finally explode into my mouth, I'll lap up every drop of juice you give me, before sitting up and ramming my cock into your pussy, watching me disappear into you, and demanding that your gorgeous pussy comes for me again. You'll tell me you can't, you'll beg me to stop, but you're not saying our safe word so I know you've got a bit more in you, you bad girl. I pound into you, my thumb still on that tender nub of yours and I'll keep going until you come again, your pussy clenching around my cock, milking me until you suck the cum from deep inside me, dragging it out through my balls and cock, and I roar my release into you. Finally sated, we collapse down together, in a happy, smiling, sweaty mess.

She shut her eyes tight, to the point of them hurting and rubbed her clit faster, his words painting a picture in her mind. She came hard as her orgasm hit and rose onto her tiptoes, biting her bottom lip to try and contain her moans. Fucking hell, wanking in the toilets, like a horny teenager? She chided herself as she grabbed a handful of tissue to clean up, but she shrugged her negative mum-self off with a grin. So what if I did? Hopefully his next replies wouldn't be as full-on. She needed a few minutes to catch her breath and let the redness subside from her cheeks.

Public dare -- My random act of kindness? Why, I donned my superhero costume, saved the planet from an asteroid, put out a bush fire and apprehended two baddies holding up a bank, all before I ate my Weetabix this morning. No? Oh, okay then. My RAOK was on a much smaller scale but I hope the impact was felt. My neighbour is disabled, but I buy him a coffee a couple of times a week, and this morning I added a Danish pastry to his order. He hates them, but hopefully he'll give it to his carer which will go some way to making up for being the moody bastard he is each morning. No? Oh, okay. You win. I made the Danish pastry bit up (the coffee bit is true btw, I'm hoping it wins me extra brownie points). No, what I actually did was help a woman off the bus with her pushchair and two kids, then shove a tenner into her hand. Think I might have scared her a bit, but she couldn't speak much English so I made a quick getaway before the police were called. I also registered to be a blood donor in a few weeks if you need more persuading of my kindness.

Personal dare -- Ah, that's easy, the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Unfortunately I am not, to the best of my knowledge, a handsome prince that has been cursed.

Nope, phew. These were fairly straight-forward. He had an intelligence about him, the self-deprecation, the humour, the language he used in his fantasy, his respect for the female form, it all appealed to her. Either he was genuine, or she was going to end up one of those sob stories in the national press about how she was duped out of all of her life-savings to help a stranger she'd never met.

His earlier comment about wanting to do more dares lodged in her head. Look at what she'd achieved in one weekend through interacting with him, and she liked that it was her doing things, rather than being done to. Maybe never meeting wasn't such a bad thing, but she wasn't sure she wanted to keep thinking of dares for him; she had too much 'real life' things to do. Perhaps he'd be happy to keep issuing the dares and she'd respond to those she was happy to do?

Something to ask him later, but for now, it was time to get ready for lunch.

***

James was waiting for her at the entrance to the staff restaurant, and her stomach fluttered a little when she saw him. What the fuck? She'd just been masturbating over some guy's words and now she was getting turned on by colleagues she liked but just hadn't seen in that way before this weekend. She shook her head. I don't even know if he's married, attached, or interested, or what!

He insisted on paying for her sandwich so she announced she'd buy next time and they found a table away from the main crowd, James pulling the seat out for her before taking his own. He passed her lunchtimes items over to her and their fingers touched briefly, Rachel shooting her eyes up to meeting his, before smiling and busying herself with opening her sandwich pack.

They stuck to safe ground chatting about colleagues and current workloads, James moaning that he had a huge project just kicking off and no extra resource so he was stuck working through the research phase on his own because 'I like to be thorough!'

Rachel shifted uneasily on her seat, the phrase echoing around her head. PeepingTom had said that. It didn't mean anything though, lots of people said it. I'm just being hyper-aware of everything today, like coming back to life after a period of slumber.

"Hey, are you okay?" James asked concerned.

She smiled and shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, "Yes, sorry. My mind's just jumping all over the place at the minute."

He nodded, "You've got a lot on, I understand. If you need to get back...?"

She stared at his hands, thinking about the thumbs PeepingTom spoke of putting on her clit while he ate her out. What would James's thumbs feel like on me? Shit, I'm getting a hot flush again. She forced a smile, "No. No, sorry. I'm enjoying being here with you, I feel like I don't know you too well, yet you've supported me several times, now I think back. You're a genuinely good guy and I hope you've been snapped up by a woman, or man, who truly appreciates you." There, that was fishing for info without being too obvious, wasn't it? She held a breath, eager to see what his reply would be.

His eyes dipped a little, the first sign of vulnerability he'd shown, which made that stomach flutter come back, damn it. "In the past, yes, and now and again, but right now, no. But I do try to encourage others where I can, challenge them to stretch themselves. I even tried a random act of kindness this morning but it nearly backfired."

No. No. This couldn't be happening. He could not be PeepingTom. Just fucking no! "Wha-what happened?" Rachel coughed the words out.

"Oh, I was dared to do one by a...friend, and I tried to help a woman and her kids off the bus. Gave her some money and she looked like she was about to scream her head off so I legged it." He shrugged.

Rachel gripped the table for support and rose to her feet. "Sorry, I need...to go," she said faintly, grabbing her phone and walking away quickly.