1. Rachel's Dare - Part 2


    Date: 6/15/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    me, I could still feel Rachel's eyes penetrating into me, and I knew even without turning around that the smirk was still firmly plastered on her face. The moments after I'd lost the last coin toss had been pandemonium. Rachel seemed to be spending our walk dreaming up more and more elaborate victory dances. It said something about my current vulnerability that a stunning beauty dancing in front of me in a green bra and panties hadn't actually improved my spirits. Perhaps if I'd actually had my boxers on, I may have actually paid more attention to the way Rachel's breasts swayed within the supporting confines of her sports bra. Her jumping up and down was doing some wonderful things to her chest, and yet I'd still been staring mindlessly at the screen. When we'd discussed the walk yesterday, we'd both known that penalties might have to come into play. Rachel had promised some fairly soft-core penalties, especially for our first walk, and at the time I'd dismissed that as not something to overly worry about. That was because I was an idiot, it would seem. Once Rachel had slightly calmed down, she'd strutted around and checked me out from all angles. Then, in an authoritative tone, she'd said that my gym work was actually beginning to deliver some dividends. That said, as an experienced gym goer herself, she might be able to offer some tips on good form. I'd swallowed hard at that point. I'd seen where she was going with that line. She was noticeably emboldened by the ...
    disastrous imbalance in our respective attire. With a broad smile, she'd instructed me to perform a series of exercises under a lamp post. Jumping jacks, sit-ups, press-ups, followed by a sequence of stretches. She occasionally prodded me in places, happily critiquing my form, and making suggestions for improvement. I couldn't help but notice that most of her improvements just made me even more exposed, such as spreading my legs further apart in my sit-ups. It was a toss-up as to whether it was the actual exercises that were the most embarrassing, or the fact that we were at it for nearly ten minutes. I realised belatedly that I hadn't factored in the penalties in to my calculations as to when we'd be finished. Naively, I thought we'd be back to the cars by 5:20am. Still under cover of darkness. With Rachel's shoe-lace-tying, and now the first penalty, we were way behind schedule. Towards the end of the exercise regime, Rachel had off-handedly informed me that it was already 5:25am. With a sickening feeling, I realised that dawn was around 5:40am. She'd finally finished with me doing twenty jumping jacks. As I leapt up and down, thrusting out my legs and arms, my fully erect penis slapped into my stomach a few times. Rachel seemed particularly interested in this, and the twenty jumping jacks ended up being sixty, before she was satisfied that I'd performed them correctly. My face was burning at that point, and I still couldn't believe we hadn't been discovered. Perhaps there was ...
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