My adventures in being bad began slow with my sharing some of the exciting things that a past boyfriend made me do. After that relationship ended I was left with a hunger for being bad.
My adventures resumed at Literotica with my taking the risk of posting a thread entitled "A Strange Request" in April 2004 in the Literotica Personals, sharing my desire to have people tell me how to be bad.. From there my adventures continued when I began to accept challenges and dares from people and also continued to write about past experiences. I have developed a special obsession at having myself challenged to be bad in outrageous and imaginative ways and then report back to my challenger and have them expose what I had done to others, A number of people have encouraged me to submit the accounts of my adventures here, so that more people could enjoy what I've been up to.
This is the challenge that I accepted from fearless frank.
And here is my report he posted exposing what I did.
A Dream Come True!
You can imagine my surprise at coming home after a great vacation and unwinding by stopping in at Literotica and seeing a personal message from need to be bad. I had almost forgotten that I had sent her a challenge. I've read each one of her adventures with great pleasure. I am extra thrilled that she picked one of my favorite fantasies to fulfill.
need to be bad, thanks for making my dream come true.
fearless frank
Here is her unedited personal message to me.
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I know it has been a long time
fearless frank
I know I received your challenge way back in April when I first started my thread - A Strange Request - on Literotica. It seems too outrageous and went well beyond boundaries of what I normally think of as appropriate behavior. The problem was that once you suggested it to me, even after all this time I haven't been able to get the image out of my head. And the image has been very arousing.
Even now, I have a very intense mixture of embarrassment and excitement about what I did. I have even hesitated about sharing this, because I thought people might think I've gone too far. I guess it's an issue I've had since childhood, being a preacher's daughter, that I worry excessively about being judged. But, one of the challenges in life for me is that when I've been bad, I have this almost uncontrollable urge to expose myself to others and reveal what I've done. I guess because this seems so very bad is why I feel such excitement at revealing it.
fearless frank, I appreciated the way you offered your suggestion. You were almost shy about it. Not demanding or domineering like some of the challenges I have received.
You simply said, "When I was in college I had a blind roommate for about a year. And I always wondered if any women when they were alone with him had ever bared their breasts to him without his knowledge." "It became kind of an obsessive fantasy of mine." "Do you think this is something that you could do?"
I tried my best to put the idea out of my head. It seemed in some ways unfair and wrong to take advantage of someone else's handicap in order to satisfy my personal sexual desire. Then, on the other hand I would rationalize that what someone doesn't know couldn't hurt them. Well, since I first heard your erotic suggestion, this battle between good and evil has been going on in my head. It's been solely a theoretical discussion because, I didn't know any sight impaired men and so there wasn't really any chance that this temptation would become a reality.
My traveling teaching job involves tutoring and teaching in a lot of different settings and circumstances. That I've needed to concentrate more intensely on my work is the reason I've taken a short break from being bad and why I haven't posted recently. Well, as you can see that all changed abruptly during my this last road trip. I guess I just don't have much self control.
During this last trip, my colleige who brought me into this project, said that one of our clients had a brother who was fully sight impaired/blind and had a situation where one of his volunteer aides couldn't come and assist because of family obligations that came up. She wondered if I would be willing to volunteer to do some reading for him and help him with a few things around the house. I tried my best to tell her no. But, I couldn't think up a good reason to give her to reject helping someone. But, I was very afraid of what I wanted to do if I went and did this volunteer job. Honestly, I was equally scared that an opportunity like this might never come along again. So, I said yes.
So, the next thing, I know I'm showing up early in the morning at this guy's house. I'm dressed in a typical teacher outfit, light colored buttoned blouse and a medium length skirt. On the outside I looked the perfect picture of respectability. But, on the inside, I felt like a bad girl slut clear down to the bone. And to make the temptation to be bad even greater I've wore a skirt that buttoned down the front. The client was a pleasant looking man with a easy going attitude who seemed to be about fifty. He began by asking me to help him balance his checkbook. I had a bit of hard time keeping my mind on the figures because I was still confused if I was going to follow through with this challenge. He then invited me to sit in his living room and asked me to read his mail to him. It was mostly bills and a couple of longer letters. I sat comfortably on his nice leather couch, slipped off my sandals, while he sat across from me in a large matching chair.
I began reading his letters to him and my hand toyed with the bottom button of my blouse, hesitating. Whether by accident or on purpose, I don't know, but the first button came undone. And then I just seemed to go into a trance. As, I kept reading to him, my hand just moved up the front of me, undoing each button slowly, one by one. When I undid the top button, my blouse fell open easily, revealing my thin white see-thru bra. I looked this man straight in the face to see if my tone of voice was betraying what I was doing. There was no reaction upon his face, except a pleasant smile. Without thinking I unsnapped the front of my bra exposing my breasts and letting my fingertips brush lightly across my nipples. I knew there was no turning back now. I knew that no matter how shameful I felt taking advantage of this situation, I wasn't going to be able to stop myself.
I picked up another letter and proceed to unbutton the front of my skirt, as I read it to him. It didn't take long before I was sitting in front of this man with my breasts, wet panties and bare thighs exposed fully to him. I slipped my blouse and bra from my shoulders and let them fall onto the couch. So, there I sat topless with my skirt wide open. He told me that I had a lovely reading voice. I thanked him, blushing mostly because I couldn't get use to the fact that he was staring straight at me in the near naked condition that I was in. He asked me if I would mind going into the kitchen and getting an ice tea out of the refrigerator for both of us. I had left the top button of my skirt fastened. As, I stood to respond to his request I released it and let my skirt fall to the floor.
I walked across his hardwood floors and into his kitchen. The cool feel of the tiles upon my bare feet brought me to my senses. I could literally feel a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek as I stood in this strange man's kitchen dressed only in my soaking wet panties. I literally thought I must be out of my fucking mind. And, yet I knew how unbelievably turned on I was by what I was doing. I poured two ice teas and returned to the living room. I set one on the coffee table and proceeded to hand one to him. He reached forward and almost touched my bare breast. I was sure that it would be a pretty big shock for him to realize that he had a nearly naked redhead standing with wet panties just inches away from him. I took his hand and guided it to the glass. I moved to return to the couch and peeled off my panties before sitting back down. The feel of leather upon my bare bottom was luxurious.
I took a sip of my ice tea. I just sat there and marveled at the fact that I had just stripped completely naked in front of a blind man. I asked him to tell me something about himself. As, he proceeded to talk about his life past and present, I took an ice cube out of my drink. I played with it by gliding it across my already hard nipples. A trickle of cool water flowed down from my breast and across my belly into my hot cunt. I began asking the man questions to keep him talking, as I spread my legs wide right in front of him and slipped a finger inside myself. He kept talking and I kept playing with myself, feeling my passion build.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when all of a sudden I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw a black Labrador coming down the stairs.
He laughed and said, "Oh I hear Max finally woke up from his morning nap." "Would you mind terribly, taking him outside." "There's a yard leash hooked next to the door so that he can run on a line across the backyard."
I giggled and said, "Why sure. Let's go Max."
The dog followed me into the kitchen and to back door. But, I had no sooner turned the handle on the door and the dog bolted past me and ran out the door. Without thinking, I ran straight out after him, because I was scared he would get loose in the neighborhood. Luckily, I'm pretty quick and I caught him by his collar. Only, when I turned around to lead Max back to house, did I fully realize that I was standing out in the open stark naked in this man's backyard. There wasn't a fence or bush that prevented anyone in the world from seeing me. I tried to yank the dog back to house. He balked as dogs do when you try to pull them. So, I had to slowly and embarrassingly walk the dog back to the house and put him on his yard leash. I felt blessed that no one had seen me and I ducked back in the house.
I came back into the living room, breathing heavily. I wasn't sure if it was mostly from the exertion of chasing the dog or how aroused I was at having been exposing myself in broad daylight.
