My roommate and I would always play "dare" games. Usually they were just harmless things like "I dare you to say hi to that guy" or "I dare you to ask that guy to dance" while in a bar. However, sometimes, it would get a little racy, like daring each other to flash some guys in a car on the freeway or something. But one time, we did something so outrageous that it is worth submitting.
We were at our apartment and were talking about guys and we were starting to get real horny. We know each other masturbate, and joke about it to each other. Just then, Tara dared me to go to my room and get myself off. I said ok, as long as she did my dare which was to go to a public place and get herself off. We giggled for a while trying to come up with places to "do it" and got even more turned on by talking about it. We finally said how thrilling it would be to try and do it somewhere at the mall. We talked about doing it in the car out in the parking lot, or in the nice bathroom at Nordstrom. We even talked about doing it in a dressing room stall. Then we finally agreed β we would go to the mall and each go into a stall at Nordstrom and get off.
On the way there, we were getting so excited. We kept talking about getting caught and stuff, and it made us super horny. I was driving, and I could tell how wet I was getting. I could feel me pulsating down there and knew that it would only take me a second to climax once we got there. Tara was wearing a skirt (I was in shorts) and she kept opening and closing her legs in the passenger seat. I turned down the radio and you could hear her lips smacking open and closed as she spread her legs even though she had panties on. It made us giggle even more, but at the same time it was driving me crazy horny.
It was about this time that Tara suggested how hot it would be to actually get some trashy lingerie and try it on in the dressing room, and then "do it." I totally agreed. How hot would that be? But it might look pretty obvious if both of us (we knew we'd still be giggling) got skimpy lingerie and went into the Nordstrom dressing room to try it on. We weren't even sure you could try on the stuff. But, wait a minute, you can try it on at Victoria's Secret. Totally. Everybody does. We could pick out the trashiest stuff and go into a stall without anyone noticing. So we changed plans β it was off to VS.
By the time we were walking up to the store, Tara was laughing so hard (the silent gut-wrenching kind) that she couldn't even move. "I don't think I can do this," she finally said. "You go first, and I promise I'll calm down enough to go." I didn't mind. I was so damn horny that I actually couldn't wait to get in there and give myself some relief. So in I went.
I started looking at some garters and corsets β real sexy stuff. After a few minutes, a salesgirl came up to see if she could help. She was a couple years younger than me and dressed pretty cool in a skirt with a tight blouse. I told her what I would normally say, "I'm here to find something really sexy for my boyfriend." She smiled and began making suggestions. In the meantime, Tara wandered in and started to browse at stuff as well. I guess she was starting to be able to control herself. She didn't come over because she didn't want the salesgirl to know we were together.
After about 10 minutes, the salesgirl was walking me to a stall holding a lacy blue and black bra and panty set and a matching garter. She also had a package of black sheer-ish fishnet type thigh-highs. I had to agree to buy the stockings before opening the package, but the other stuff I was able to try on without buying. She gave me one of those panty shield thingys to put along the crotch of the panties, said "Let me know if I can be of any help," and then she left and closed the door behind her. I locked it and then stared into the mirror. I was beat red. My body was so excited that it showed even in my face. I took off my shirt and my shoulders and chest were also flushed. Damn, was I read to go.