This is a continuation of the Brookhaven Book Club series, the first four chapters under the title, The Brookhaven Book Club, and the next four under The Brookhaven B.C. Redux. The first four were published previously, and the next four are in the process of being published. You might enjoy this segment if you haven't read the previous ones, but it would certainly enhance your understanding and appreciation if you've read the first five.
It should be noted that this is a work of fiction and a product of my imagination. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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Challenge #2 - Poppy
Poppy smiled.
When she'd thought about bringing the idea of the challenges to the book club, she'd imagined the ladies being topless, perhaps nude, and doing something that might allow them to be seen by strangers. That was the way she'd proposed it to the others and what she'd expected. She realized she'd lost control when she'd had everyone fill out the four cards, each card with a challenge for whoever drew it. She'd found out, after the first challenge, that the ladies were much more creative than she'd imagined, her own first challenge bearing witness to that.
Naked and on her hands and knees, her legs spread with a group of art students gawking at her wet and well-spread pussy, was not exactly the original picture she had of what the challenges would entail. But, every time that challenge entered her mind, her body began to tingle
There was something else too. In her and Abe's bedroom hung the portrait that Trevor had created, painting it partly from Poppy's posing and partly from photos he'd taken for reference in order to finish the painting. She had to smile each time she wondered how else Trevor might be using the photos, particularly the closeup of her womanhood, that he'd transferred very nicely to the portrait.
She'd just gotten home from the book club's meeting where she'd drawn her second challenge -- it was in the pocket of her shorts, ready to reveal its secret. As she'd discovered from some of the others, it was a kind of ecstatic torture to let the card lay when you knew you could read it at any time
Abe had certainly enjoyed the photos. He could get that view almost any time he wanted it, but to see it in a photo, with other watchers seeing the same thing, seemed to push him to higher levels of, well, passion which provided Poppy with certain pleasures as well.
Poppy debated a little more, tapping the back pocket of her shorts but not touching the card. She'd been a little surprised at the first group of challenges. Except for Lisbet, she knew most of the ladies were not what you would classify as daring or overly bold, and she'd expected the challenges to be more like, "get topless and move the trashcan to the street for next day pickup." That hadn't been the case at all, her own challenge a prime example. The six drawn this time were from the same group, written by the same ladies and ...
She took the paper from her pocket and carefully unfolded it. The handwriting was not as neatly done as she would expect from a woman -- she guessed this might be a Lisbet challenge. She began to read.
You are to acquire a rental convertible, driving to the rental agency in your own car, and parking it nearby. Once you have the convertible, you are to go to your car, strip to topless at a minimum (more if you'd like), leaving the clothing in your car. You may use back streets if you choose to get to Carlson road. Take Carlson to North Main and drive south on Main to Williams Road.
Poppy looked up from the card, her mind in high gear. She wasn't totally familiar with that area since she avoided main streets and the downtown. But Carlson to Williams had to be five or six miles, maybe more, right through the center of town. And she knew that Main Street was packed with traffic lights. If she was wondering if she could avoid being seen, whoever had written the challenge had made that impossible. She looked at the card once again.
The trip should take place in mid-morning or mid-afternoon to avoid rush-hour traffic. Approximately one mile south of Carlson is a MacDonald's. You are to go to the drive-through and place an order of your choice, and then continue your journey, enjoying the food.
Approximately one mile before you get to Williams, there is a drive-through auto wash. I'm sure the rental company would appreciate your taking the time to have the car washed and the interior vacuumed. I'm also sure the car wash facility has staff who would be more than willing to help.
It had to be Lisbet. No one but her would have added those last comments.
When you reach Williams Road, your challenge has basically ended. You simply need to return to the rental agency and turn in your convertible. You have the option of doing that still topless or going to your car and dressing.
Good luck, and don't forget to take your phone for documentation.
Poppy chuckled.
"So, after being seen by a thousand people, I have the option of letting one more see me or not."
She went to the backyard and plopped into a softly cushioned chaise lounge. She was reviewing the challenge in her mind, working to create pictures of what it would be.
She'd be stopping at lots of traffic lights, she was sure. She made a quick mental note to use lots of sunscreen. She wondered how weird she'd look taking selfies with her phone since she'd be including the people watching her as well.
The MacDonald's would be an experience, she was certain. The pay window and the window where she'd get her order were high enough that they'd give whoever was there an excellent view. The car wash would be much the same -- she was sure if any of the guys got a glimpse of her, she'd have lots of help doing the vacuuming. She had been seen before, much more exposed than she would be here. She could do it. And Abe would love it.
She had begun to have some suspicions about Abe, too. She was sure he was trying to think up challenges for her to do outside of the club's activities. She'd have to keep her eye on him. She had no intentions of becoming a frequent nudist.
Now, she had to decide when to do it. She wondered about mid-morning, but the more she thought about it, the less she liked that idea. Some days, the mornings were still a little cool. Topless in the convertible in the cool air and a cool wind whipping through the car, the goosebumps and hardened nipples might give her observers a bit of an extra show. It would have to be afternoon for sure.
The day arrived. No matter how much she'd thought about it, planned, and run through the entire challenge in her mind, she was nervous. Based on the first challenges, the unexpected always seemed to happen, and she was sure that trend would continue. She tried to picture what might happen but eventually gave up. Unexpected meant
unexpected
. She'd just have to respond.
The day was warm, which suited Poppy. She put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt on top since it would be removed before too long. She grunted, then pulled off the shirt. A good slathering of suntan lotion from her face to her waist, and the shirt was back on. She grabbed the small plastic pouch that held her driver's license, credit card, money for MacDonald's, a small container of spray sunscreen just in case, and her cell phone. She was ready.
Poppy had checked to find the rental agency closest to Carlson Avenue and called ahead, reserving the only convertible they had; a 2021 Mustang. She had to smile when she arrived at the agency as there was free public parking next door. She parked at the back of the lot, went to the agency and filled out the papers, drove the Mustang away, quickly parking it beside her car. The adventure was about to begin.
She climbed into the back of her car and pulled off the T-shirt, tossing it to the seat beside her. She was certainly topless, her large and lightly freckled breasts in clear view now. Looking around, she slid out of the back seat, being careful to have the little pouch. She locked the car and climbed into the Mustang, bright red no less, to compliment her hair, she decided. She'd gathered that hair into a tight little ponytail, her red locks barely long enough for the snuggie to hold it in place.
She started the Mustang, hearing again the throaty rumble that she wished wasn't present. It would only make her more noticeable. And this very issue was what she had wrestled with. If she didn't want to be seen, why did she propose the challenges? She enjoyed the drama and the
possibility
of others seeing her bare body, and, when she really considered it, she enjoyed the feelings that raced through her body, knowing that others were seeing her. When she had been on all fours, posing for the art class, she was so charged up she was surprised her pussy wasn't dripping. It was certainly very close.
Poppy pulled out of the lot, turned the first corner and then the second as well. She'd done a little research on the side streets that would lead her to Carling street. Despite having to stop at three stop signs, she hadn't been seen yet. At Carling, she turned left and had to sit at the red light as she waited to turn left on Main Street.
"Honey, you forgot to wear a shirt," a guy she guessed to be in his fifties called to her from his car. "And, I'm glad," he added. She smiled and waved to him as the light turned green, and she turned onto High Street -- the real start of the challenge, and she'd already been seen and yelled at once.
She'd gone only about two blocks when she saw the orange cones in the street -- single lane traffic ahead with the left lane closed. There were a few pedestrians on the sidewalk, and she was still moving, if very slowly.
"Did you see that?" She heard a female voice yell.
"I saw
