The Dare MD Ch. 04

On the day in question, a Saturday, she put on the thong and the tiny halter top and looked at herself in the mirror. These are a whole lot thinner-and skimpier-than any bikini I have worn, she thought, and waves of anxiety rippled through her whole body.

But she was determined, so she grabbed one of Sterling's shirts to cover herself when she walked out to the car. There was a light breeze that was cooler than she had expected, so she was covered in goosebumps and her nipples instantly got hard and stood out against the thin material of her top. She turned on the heater as soon as she got in the car, but the warm air did nothing to keep her from shaking or her hands from feeling cold.

She drove south for almost an hour to the more rural parts of the county, even past the horse farm where they had just started taking their daughter for riding lessons. She wanted to be far from anybody who might recognize her, even with her sunglasses and floppy hat. She also wanted to find a gas station unlikely to have many other cars.

It took her much longer to find a station after the last horse farm, and she had begun to worry that it might not be so easy. But then she came to a traffic circle with a gas station on one of the quadrants, and she pulled in. She turned off the engine and took off the shirt. With her heart pounding, she stepped out of the car in her tiny thong, halter top, and floppy hat sandals. She walked around the front of the car to open the passenger door and start the phone camera recording, and then she walked to the gas tank and slid in her credit card.

She did not think anybody had seen her, but she was shivering. The breeze had raised the goosebumps again, and her hard nipples were pushing against the loose tops, but she knew the shivering was from nerves.

Once the gas was flowing into the tank, she turned and was about to raise her shirt when another car pulled in to the other island of pumps. She froze. Her stomach instantly tightened, and she felt her pussy quivering and her body shaking even more. She heard the car door open and the sound of the pump being started. She heard talking also and soon figured that the person was on a cell phone, so maybe was too busy to notice her. She lifted her top to expose her nipples and turned toward the camera, counting seconds in her head. Before she got very far, the handle of the pump clicked off with a loud sound. Her tank was full. In a rush, she pulled the hose out and sprinkled a little gas on herself. She had to try a couple times to get it back into the holder and started back to the front of the car, then realized she had not closed her tank. She went back, stumbled, closed the tank, closed the passenger door, ran around the front of the car, and jumped in. She started the car and drove off, stopping at the last minute to make sure there was no traffic coming on the circle.

She got about half a mile away when she spotted a space by the side of the road where she pulled off and reached over to grab her phone. She had left it recording, so she would have to edit out the last few minutes, but she wanted to see how it came out.

She would have to edit the first couple of minutes, since they involved opening the door and her walking to the pump, though she had to admit that the view of her fat little ass was kind of cute. The angle of the camera was pretty good; it captured her body and her actions without showing her face, though she might have to crop the top a little. Her stomach showed up well, and it was clear that her nipples were hard under the halter top. There was the moment when she started to lift her top, then stopped in reaction to the other car. Some time passed before she lifted the top again, but then she did not turn far enough, so that only the side of one tit was visible, while her arm blocked the other one. Although she was sure she counted ten seconds, the exposure really only lasted five, at most. Then the pump stopped, she turned and put it away, and ran back toward the front.

That was disappointing, she thought, and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Maybe the requesting member would be happy with a good view of her ass and the thong molding her pussy mound. This was not a promising start to this new venture.

She leaned back in her seat and stared vaguely at the field across the street. Off in the distance were some large buildings, maybe associated with a farm, she wondered. It seemed so isolated, so quiet and peaceful. Then she heard the rumble of a truck coming from behind her, and she realized she was sitting there in just her top and thong. Her first thought was to hide herself in some way. Her second was to turn and wave. Before she could get organized, though, the truck had passed, shaking the car in the process.

This gave her an idea, though. She grabbed her phone, got out, and walked around to the gas tank. She leaned against the car and took a few selfies, playing with the gas cap, lifting her top, leaning against the rear window. Then she heard another truck coming. She moved to the side of the car, so she would be less visible from the road, and took her top off completely. She had to twist a little, but she got some shots of herself, topless, leaning against the car, with the truck approaching behind her. At the last minute, she ducked down, pulled on her top, and opened the passenger door to get her shirt out in case the driver stopped to see if she needed help.

He drove straight by. She pulled the shirt on and walked around to get back in the car. She flipped through the pictures she had taken. A few came out pretty well, particularly one of her topless, leaning against the car with the sun highlighting her tits, and the truck clearly visible. As she started the engine, she thought the video was good enough to post with a story about how it had not quite worked out, and she could send the pictures to the fan who suggested the dare, as sort of a compensation. "Sorry the dare didn't work out; here are my tits anyway. Better luck to both of us next time."

As she pulled back onto the highway, she felt better and more relaxed than she had since leaving home. This was going to work out, she thought, and her pussy tingled in confirmation.

AFTER ANOTHER COUPLE OF WEEKS, a few more fans had made requests, and she was figuring out ways to make them happen. The one who had suggested the gas station dare, whom she thought of as First Requester, appreciated her special pictures and had made another suggestion. She continued to post material they already had on hand as promotional images. She was seeing more people reacting to her postings with likes and comments. The site was growing, and she and Sterling were developing new ideas on their own for more pictures, more videos, and more dares.

A little more than a month after her scopophilia conversation with Dr. Bill, she came to work wearing tight slacks and a loose top with no bra. This was uncharacteristic for her, since she always maintained a professional appearance. A few times, she had worn a snug dress that allowed her to go braless with no discernible jiggle. She had bought some crotchless panties that gave her access to her pussy during quiet moments. On this day, though, with the white lab coat on and buttoned, nobody would know that she was anything but fully professional.

At the end of the day, when everybody was gone from the clinic area, she left the lab coat in her office and walked toward Bill's office, unbuttoning her loose shirt halfway down. "Got a moment?" she asked as she leaned against his door frame. It was a kick to see his eyes go wide as he took in the open shirt and the bare space between her tits. He nodded and said nothing.

She took a couple steps into the office and leaned on his desk. The shirt shifted forward, and she was pretty sure that he was seeing at least one of her bare little tits. "I want to let you know that I've become more active in my 'passive scopophilia,'" she said with a laugh, causing her tits to shake a little.

Bill tried to respond, but he seemed to be having trouble breathing. She stepped around behind the desk and leaned over his shoulder, bringing her tits just a couple inches from his face. She put an index card down on his desk. "You should look up this website."

His hands were shaking as he tried to type the url. He could smell her, with a slight glance to the left he could see her tit and nipple right next to him, her hair was brushing against his ear. Finally, after a few false starts, the site ForFans opened. "Let me," she said, reaching over to the keyboard. "When you're home, you can create your own login. For now, I'll give you a free glimpse." She hit Enter and stepped back around to the front of the desk.

He stared as he scrolled the screen as pictures of his colleague with her nipples exposed, topless, naked from behind. There were videos scattered among the pictures. She was driving in a bra, pumping gas in her underwear, jogging topless. He was getting dizzy. He looked up at her, his mouth hanging open.

She was leaning against his office door, which she had closed. She had undone a couple more buttons on her shirt, and he could see even more of the mound of her breasts. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his throat dry, with a sense of wonder

"Why am I making this site? Or why am I here today?" She was resting her finger inside her open shirt, shifting it slightly back and forth. Bill was just staring at her and waved a hand, unable to form a sentence.

"I'm making the site because I've realized that I'm a horny little slut who loves to expose herself to strangers and to hear their comments and requests." She undid the last two buttons of her shirt and let the two panels fall to the side. "I'm here because I promised you there would be more and because we cover the two ends of scopophilia. Right? We work together, we're a team." She was rubbing her fingers lightly over her stomach. Berman just stared at her.

"Are you surprised to hear your poster girl for the practice call herself a horny little slut? Don't worry, I'm still the very competent physician with the killer smile and the auburn hair, and a wonderful mother and wife. I love being all of those, and I love being a dirty, naughty slut."

She was running one finger of each hand just inside the waistband of her tight slacks, and Bill was shifting more and more in his chair. She smiled at him. "I'd love to go further for you, it's just that I think you should match me." She ran her fingers up her stomach to just below the mound of her tits, still keeping her nipples covered. "Maybe unbutton your shirt."

His breath remained shallow as he started unbuttoning the shirt from his neck down. She ran her fingers up over the inner mound of her tits, temptingly brushing against the shirt. She watched him pull his shirt out of his pants and undo the last buttons. He looked at her, then pulled his t-shirt up. As soon as he had bared his own nipples, she moved the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall. She slid her hands back up her sides and cupped her tits, pressing them together for him. He let out a gentle sigh and smiled while rubbing his hands over his stomach.

"We've got a few other ideas in mind, and we're asking for suggestions from our fans. I'll expect you to contribute. This weekend, we're going to a furniture store or maybe a hardware store. Somewhere. I'm certainly going to flash these," pointing toward her tits, "and I may just be bold enough to try this." She slid her fingers into the waistband of her tight slacks, turned around, and bent over as she pushed the slacks down off of her bare ass and down to her knees.

She heard him let out a long, sibilant gasp. Bent down that way, she knew he could see at least her bare ass and probably her thick pussy lips resting between her legs. She began to feel some twitching in her pussy, and her own breath was getting shallow. After a few seconds, she began to worry that she might start getting faint, with her head down and her breathing so light. Slowly, she stood up, keeping her back to him, giving him some time to admire her ass in its natural roundness. She smiled at the thought, then slowly turned around with her hand over the slit of her pussy. She was, essentially, stark naked in a senior colleague's office and not for any respectable reason. Her pussy was throbbing, and her head was spinning.

She was pleased to see that he had started to undo his pants and was now lifting his butt in order to push them down. When he saw that she was facing him, he froze, and a look of fear and panic covered his face, but then he gulped, gritted his teeth, and pushed them down. His half-hard cock flopped out and to the side, and his balls lay nestled against his thighs. Now it was her turn to feel herself go pale. At the sight of his nakedness, she slid her hand up her stomach and took a little step to the side, giving him a clear view of her meaty pussy.

She was trembling. She felt the electricity of the tension between them. The combination of fear, arousal, and other feelings she could not identify were rushing through her and causing her head to spin. Her armpits were drenched in sweat. At the same time, she wanted to grab her shirt and run out of the building, never to return, and she wanted to reach over and wrap her hand around his cock and put the head into her mouth. She had seen a fair number of cocks as a doctor, but never sexually touched any but her husband's since they had become engaged. A sudden forgotten memory of having stripped naked for a bunch of strangers taking pictures came rushing back and sent her spinning even more. It was shortly after he had asked her to marry him, and she had never told him about that day.

She ran her hand back down her stomach and placed two fingers on either side of her pussy. She pushed in and pulled up, a maneuver to expose her clit and pussy lips that she had been practicing since she had seen a woman on another site do it. She watched Bill, who was transfixed watching her and loosely stroking his cock, which she saw was getting stiffer.

She ran her fingers down her pussy and began spreading the labia, opening them like curtains. She brought her second hand down to spread them even farther. Bill moaned and started stroking faster. "Don't rush," she whispered and slid a finger down between her pussy lips until it found the opening to her cunt and slid inside. Even as he slowed his stroking, his moan rose to a higher pitch, conveying his conflicting desires to cum right away or to stretch the joy out as long as he could.

Her cunt was feeling hungry, and she slid a second finger in to fill it up. She bent down to keep the two fingers straight and fuck herself with one hand while she rubbed her clit and mound with the other to increase the sensations. She looked up and saw that Bill's cock had lengthened and that he was stroking it faster. Now she was losing control. A prolonged moan came out of her as she struggled to keep herself on the edge, but the sight of his cock in his thrusting hand was pushing her closer.

Suddenly, Bill pushed further back in his chair, his head rolling sideways. His body tightened then, with a gasp, released, and a white stream shot out of his cock. She echoed his gasp and fiercely rubbed her clit with her wet fingers until her body too tightened and released in succeeding waves of orgasm. With each one, she slipped further down the wall until she found her bare ass sitting on the floor.

Bill was moaning in his chair, and for a few seconds she was completely limp. Bill's chair moved. He got up, his pants still down his legs, and walked stiffly over to the sink in the corner of his office, getting some paper towels to clean himself off. She struggled to her feet, pulled up her slacks, and picked her shirt off the floor. He turned slightly as she started to put it on, then turned back away.

"Hey," she said and stepped over to him. The blouse was unbuttoned and hanging loose. She put her hand on his shoulder, then gave him a hug as he turned around. She held him for a few seconds, then stepped back and started buttoning her shirt. "Sign up for the site, and I'll give you a discount. Send me some dares and ideas." He nodded as he tucked in his shirt. "Don't think of Andrea, the respectable doctor. Think of MiranDa, who wants to be bought, who is begging to be bribed into being the sluttiest whore she can be."

They stood there silently for at least a minute, neither sure what to do next. Finally Bill said, "Thank you," and Andrea smiled. "Thank you," she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you Monday."

The evening breeze cleared her head when she stepped out of the building. Opening her car door, she looked back, wondering what Bill must be thinking. For herself, she thought as she started the engine, "That felt really good . . . really fucking good." And she drove off.