This is a true story that took place in Northern Nevada. Everyone involved gave prior full consent and all those involved were adults over 21.
A night at an old desert motel
This was a small vacation and not planned to be a day of flashing and public nudity
My Name is Buck, or at least that's what everyone calls me. My friend, my sex buddy is Loriann (Lori). We both enjoy voyeuristic and exhibitionist situations. Although each time she tells me she is embarrassed it never seems to hold her back from actively engaging in these situations with me. This day I had made reservations at an old one-story motel in the desert halfway between Las Vegas and our destination, as we were on our way to visit friends.
I am 38 years old, 6 feet tall, 170 pounds and proud my 7 inches of manhood. Lori is a 35-year-old woman that stands just 5 feet 4 inches tall, 125 pounds, large B-cup breasts, shoulder length light brown hair and a body just built for sex. She lived to tease men, and I certainly didn't mind her doing so, as I enjoyed doing the same to her.
I was wearing an oversized tee and pair of light swim trunks as shorts, with the webbing cut out of them. Living in the desert you want nothing tight to your skin if you want to be comfortable, and we both dressed appropriately. She wore a short, flared skirt that fell about 6 inches below her crotch and an oversized tank top. We were set for a comfortable trip. We also liked to pass the time playing games that would cost the loser a flash or exposing themselves in the car, just fun to pass the time.
We were heading up route 95 north of Las Vegas, which can be a lonely boring drive. Most times, especially when its 110 degrees outside, you drive through these small towns and don't see a soul on the streets. People in the desert learn to get their running around done early so they aren't out in the heat of the day, and this day was no different. Even with air conditioning sometimes your clothes will stick to your skin, or your skin to the seats of the car.
The games we would play are knowledge or chance-based ones. You know the type, Name the group in the radio first, and stuff like that. Today we were playing a game with cards where you choose a number and draw a card. The person closet to their card with their guess would win, five wins and you get to give the other person a dare and the next round starts. Because I was driving my dares had to be saved until we got to a place, I could pull over to accomplish them. As we played, I lost my shirt, shorts, and my dare was to walk around the car in a parking lot before getting my clothes back. Being an exhibitionist, I really didn't mind this dare, so I pulled over into a small shopping center in this small town. I stripped out of my clothes, got out and walked around the car, then got back in and dressed. Lori had lost a few rounds and was sitting there in just her tank top.
The next four rounds went my way, and she lost her tank, and ended up owing me three dares. Feeling a bit nervous she asked me to give her a dare she could do in the car while driving. I reminded her that my dare required me getting out of the car naked, so hers should require the same. Feeling her displeasure, I made her an offer to get rid of one dare. One hand of blackjack and she owed me only two dares but lose and she would be required to spend our entire time at the motel naked and still would owe me two dares. She agreed and she shuffled the deck for the next game.