The previous story told about how my husband Sean and I played a game. When one of us wanted something, the other person would have to do something in return for agreement. I wanted a car and he agreed to get it for me if I performed six dares involving exhibitionism and nudity. We had finished the first four dares. The third had me driving home naked and stopping on the way to get gas and fast-food. The fourth had be strip in a bar in front of his friends and some strangers.
The fifth dare came by surprise. We were going out to dinner at our favorite restaurant that was owned by a friend of Sean. Sean told me what to wear and I should have sensed that he was going to dare me to do something. I wore a t-shirt on top, with no bra. I had a wraparound skirt and panties on below along with sandals. The skirt was very short.
We got to the restaurant where Sean had made reservations. We were seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant. It was a corner booth and we had to slide around the seat to get seated. There was a large tablecloth over the table, that hid anything below the table. We knew the maître-de, Barry, a gay guy who we'd known for a long time. The waiter was a young guy named Paul.
After we ordered, Sean told me to go pee before we ate. When I got back to the table, Sean said, "I dare you to get naked below the table." I was shocked and hemmed and hawed to try to get him to change his mind, but he kept laughing and wouldn't. He convinced me that no one could see below the table and nobody would see me. I slid my panties down my legs and off and left my sandals on the floor. I handed my panties to my husband. Then he helped me unbutton my skirt and it fell away from my body, leaving me naked below my waist. But that wasn't enough. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and took my skirt and panties with him. I was sitting there, alone, with nothing on below my waist. The waiter came over and delivered a bottle of wine that my husband had ordered. I was scared of being seen as the waiter gave me the glass to taste accept the wine. I tried to act cool, but it was really unusual sitting there with my ass and pussy naked and talking to this guy who had no idea that I was half naked. I had forgotten that my breasts were visible through my shirt and my nipples had gotten hard, so the kid was taking his time and tried to strike up a conversation. Finally, Sean came back and the kid left. I wondered where my clothes were, because Sean didn't have them with him.
We ate a delicious meal, although it was hard to focus because of my self-consciousness. I asked Sean if he was sure the table cloth hid my nakedness and he said, 'Pretty sure." That didn't help. Maybe the people at one of the tables had a view of my naked pussy. They certainly could see my bare legs and feet. Sean would occasionally put his hand under the table and rub my silky thigh. He would tease my pussy, touching my labia and flicking his fingers over my clit. I had to deal with hiding my arousal along with hiding my nudity.
