1. Rachel's Dare - Part 2


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

    story of our walk. The blonde jogger nodded every now and again to indicate she was listening, but her eyes never left my chest, stomach, and crotch. I was painfully aware of the throbbing in my penis, and it took all my willpower not to simply cover up with my hands and run. I could see light coming from over the horizon, and at this rate I'd be standing nude in the car park in full daylight. I tried to smile a few times, in an attempt to show that I was somehow comfortable with this, but I doubt the woman even noticed the expression on my face. Eventually, after an agonisingly protracted discussion, Rachel seemed to have relayed the full story to our new companion. Only half-jokingly, Rachel asked if she wanted to join us for the rest of our walk, but thankfully the woman politely declined. As she finally turned to resume her morning jog, she parted ways by asking if we were likely to make a habit of this. Apparently she had friends she normally went for a run with, but who hadn't turned up this morning. Thank God for that, I thought. Rachel cheekily suggested that if she liked the show, that we might consider putting on a matinee performance. At that, I simply grabbed Rachel's hand, said a hasty farewell to our fellow park-goer, and set off determinedly for the safety of the cars. ******** Rachel had been quite talkative on the final leg back to the cars. After the conversation with her new friend, she'd been full of the joys of life. She explained how the risks she was ...
    now taking were finally giving her a sense of actually being alive. I looked at her a few times, and couldn't quite read her face. It seemed to be a jumbled mess of underlying nervous tension, excitement, anticipation and just sheer, unadulterated the-world's-a-wonderful-place happiness. She must be a little worried about running into some other guy in just her sports bra and panties, I thought. Surely. Or was the totality of my defeat creating some kind of defence barrier for her to hide behind? There was at least some nervous tension in her face, I was sure of it. There had to be. She'd fallen quiet for a few moments as we covered the final few metres to the car park. There were no other early morning joggers in sight yet. However, with dawn's first light now clearly visible over the horizon, it was a question of 'when' we ran into someone else, not 'if'. As I half-ran into the car park, she grabbed my arm and stopped me. Looking me straight in the eyes, all of a sudden the mirth and mockery disappeared. "Thanks," she said, simply, with a sincerity that didn't sound faked. "Thanks for all of this," she waved her hands around. "Thanks for taking a risk with me." At that, my complete embarrassment retreated momentarily. I could even afford a certain bravado as I said "Hang on Rachel, we've still gone one more coin toss to go, and I'm feeling lucky." There was a certain absurdity to the notion of me feeling luck right now, but I couldn't believe the night would end without at ...
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