DARES AT THE BEACH
This is another story of my husband daring me to do things. There had always been some sort of reward, but this time it was just an unconditional dare with no reward.
"I dare you to walk down the beach, naked." Sean said. He just wanted to see if I would do it.
We were at a clothing optional beach on the lake near our home. We had gone there a few times and I had sunbathed topless back in the dunes while my husband kept watch. We were there on a summer weekend and Sean had convinced me to get topless and even to lay on my back with my tits exposed to the sun and anyone who walked nearby. Friends of ours, Carol and her husband Jeff, were with us. They are a mixed-race couple; he is black and she is a blue-eyed blonde. She is a wild one. She has no problem being naked on the beach and has danced naked at some of our parties.
The people at the beach are necessarily liberal with some voyeurs included. Some guys come to gawk at the naked women so the informal rule is that no unaccompanied men are acceptable. Any such men are harassed off the beach, so the convention is adhered to.
Sean was putting lotion on me, rubbing my nipples and getting me hotter than from just the sun. When he pulled on my bikini bottom, I reached down to stop him, but then relented. He pulled the bottom off and I was nude. He made sure to put lotion on my pussy, an excessive amount to be truthful. It felt good laying there like that. I like being naked and being naked in public. Our dares had involved risky situations where I had to be very clever to avoid being seen. On other occasions, I was just naked for other people to see. Whatever the situation, Sean and I loved each other and would enjoy extremely passionate love-making for days afterward. It was bright daylight and we were on a public beach where many people could see me. I was worried about being seen by some of my work colleagues or my students; I'm a high school English teacher.
After lying there for a while, Sean dared me to walk down the beach. He knew that it was likely that people who knew me would see me. I didn't want that to happen, of course, but somewhere inside of me, the thought thrilled me. I knew there were rumors about me being a 'loose woman'; there was only gossip to support it. If I was seen naked in public, it would remove any doubt.
Carol heard the dare and said, "I'll go with you honey. I've walked down the beach many times. It's a hoot having all those guys checking you out."
"What if I see someone I know?" I queried.
"So what? Let them look. They have to explain why they were at the nude beach in the first place."
My husband reminded me, "You've never refused a dare."