Truth Or Dare An Exhibitionism Tale

6 guys and 5 gals played a game. A naughty game of Truth Or Dare. Except, in our version, it was only dares.

The warm up dares managed to do exactly what was demanded. Warm up the atmosphere. Then, things started getting hot. Some dares called for a sneaky touch. Others for some bared bodies. Not too much, not too little. Just right.

Some of us were a little overwhelmed by the game. Maybe, a little embarrassed too. As I looked around at all the players, I locked eyes with someone who blushed endlessly. With a grin, I winked, and laughed at the reaction - a mix of awkwardness and red hot passion in her eyes.

The raunchy game progressed, and winded down. We had some music playing in the background. It was late, and mood was somehow erotic yet sombre. As I stood by the French window with a cigarette, she approached me and said, "Yeh kaisa game tha (what was that all about?)", feigning anger. Her naughty eyes giving away her true feelings.

"Mazaa toh aaya tumko (Didn't have fun?)", I grinned.

"Hatt" she exclaimed, and then broke into a grin acknowledging the passion our play had awoken.

"Aao, baitho na (Come, let's sit)". We headed to the sofa. She sat, practically on my lap, head on my chest, breathing deeply. "Kya hua? (What's wrong?)", I nudged her.

"Mujhe laga, kuch aisa - waisa kaam karwaoge mujhe, game mein (I thought, you'll get me to do something naughty, when playing)", she explained. I wasn't sure if she was relieved, or disappointed.

With my finger on her chin, I had her face me. Looking deep into her eyes, i gently touched her lips with mine and asked, "Aisa? (This?)"

Shyly shaking her head, she grinned again. Ready to play a new game. With me, alone this time.

Her eyes prodded me to go ahead, and so i did. Starting with a gentle kiss on her lips again, my lips made their way to her chin, and dragged my tongue over her ear, ending with a dozen peck on her neck. The movement had caused us to move around, and I found her sitting right atop my lap, snuggly cuddling my erection between her thighs.

"Aisa? (Or, this?)", I reminded her that we're still playing a game. She shook her head; erotically clenching her lips in her teeth. She wasn't done yet.

Almost breathlessly, i leaned in again for a deep kiss. Our lips widened without any prodding. Out tongues met each other, and started a game of their own. This time, i didn't need to ask her. I knew she wasn't done yet.

My left hand, placed on her back, caressed and pulled her to me. My right, moved off the back of her head, and found its way to her breast. As I grabbed a handful of flesh, she moaned into my mouth. And, her hands at the back of my head pulled me in. Nowhere to go, my tongue found the back of her throat. My left hand moved to lift her top. She moved away for a second to help me get her topless, and then, she stopped, startled. "Koi dekh lega! (We'll be spotted!)" in an urgent whisper.

We looked around to find no one. The room was empty; some folks outside smoking, others had probably headed to the room. I moved to continue. She vetoed - "Woh kambal uthao (Grab the blanket)" she pointed to the spare mattress with her chin.

Eager to keep going, i lifted and spread it over her back, covering both of us. Our mouths came together as if the break had never taken place. My hands found the bottom of her top, and yanked it over her head. Suddenly, she was topless. In the living room. Of the villa. With 9 other people mulling around somewhere.

If she was excited before, she was practically on fire now. Her pelvis was trying to draw my cock in through our clothes. And, my fingers, pinching her tight nipples were not helping. Our lips, true to their plan, never ever stopped.

Until, in a flash they did. She moved away, just to look into my eyes. We didn't need to exchange any words. We knew what the other was thinking.

Without blinking, without looking away, without a whisper. I hooked my fingers into her pants and pulled. She rose on her knees, permitting me to pull down her clothes. I couldn't see it, but i could feel her nakedness. In a blur, she was completely stripped. Under the cloth we were holding.

Pre-orgasm, that's probably the best word to describe her mental state. Now, it was her turn to up the ante. And, i have never had my shorts pulled down as fast as she did, before slamming into me yet again.

We couldn't bother with kissing anymore. No way. She was way past that. All she wanted now was to cross the final hurdle to Nirvana. Pulling my hand to grab her now hard tits, she rubbed her naked pussy all over me, leaking juices. My wet crotch was evidence enough. My rock hard cock eagerly urged her to keep going. And, we did. Without a care in the world at this stage.

Hell, all of the guys could have been standing there, clapping, and we wouldn't fucking care. We wouldn't have stopped for anything.

But then, we did.