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 ï>¿The Dare MD byFrancisdonatienÂ(C)

   The Dare MD Ch.  01

   "You're the last one here, Dr.  Crawford."

   The nurse leaned in Andrea's office door on her way out for the night.
"The lights are out in all the offices and main halls, and the door's
locked.  See you tomorrow."

   "Thanks, Lynn.  I'll see you tomorrow."

   She looked at the stack of notes she had to finish entering and gave a
deep sigh.  She probably had more than an hour of work to do.  She would
not stay that long, but she wanted to get through at least half of it. 
After about 45 minutes, though, her eyes started to cross.  She was having
trouble concentrating, and she knew that was when mistakes could creep in
and when doctors got into trouble.

   She leaned back in her chair and stretched.  Only five days ago, she
recalled, she had been lying topless on a beach in the Caribbean,
surrounded by other topless women, many with children like her, all
enjoying the peace and sunshine of the island.  "Hardly proper behavior for
a respectable physician, at least in this conservative state," she giggled
to herself.

   She got her phone out of her purse and started scrolling through the
pictures that she and Sterling had taken.  So many of her being playful,
lifting her t-shirt to flash her tits, playing in the sand wearing nothing
but her black thong, and then that picture where he had dared her to step
out onto the balcony in the early morning with nothing on at all.  She
protested at first, even after he reminded her that she had sucked him off
on that very balcony the night before.  "Come on, it turns you on, doesn't
it," he said, "The kids are asleep, and there's nobody on the beach . . .
yet.  Now's your chance." Then she just stepped out, put both hands on the
railing, cocked her hip and lifted a foot, and he took the picture.  She
ran back inside almost immediately.  "I think I saw somebody coming," she
whispered.  He just laughed and held her tight, kissing her right next to
the window, possibly in full view of whoever might be walking along.

   Andrea sighed at the memory, then realized that her hand had slid under
her skirt and was gently stroking her pussy through her panties.  She gave
a little jump and looked around, as though somebody might catch her, then
she laughed, remembering that she was in the office alone.  She turned and
rolled her chair back a little and put one foot up on the desk, spreading
her legs open and pulling her skirt up.  She ran both her hands over the
smooth fabric of the panties and pressed them against her pussy lips.  A
deep moan came out of her as waves of pleasure floated through her body. 
She continued to rub, a little harder each time, and rocked her pelvis up
and down while twisting in the chair.  Her moans grew louder, even echoing
slightly within her narrow office.  Then her pelvis twitched as the waves
built into an orgasm, and she rocked in the chair so much that she pushed
it back and her foot fell off the desk.  She wound up curled in the chair,
clutching herself as the orgasm finished running through her.

   She giggled softly as she recovered, sliding back onto the chair and
sitting up.  Her panties were pretty damp, and she left her fingers resting
on her swollen pussy lips, letting herself enjoy the recovery.  She had
pushed her skirt all the way up, and she looked down at her long athletic
legs spread out before her.  She moved her hands down to the elastic bands
of her thigh-highs and started to slide them off.  When she had worked them
down to her knees, she kicked off one shoe, then the other and took the
stockings off.

   She stood up and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor.  She
giggled, as she turned around, admiring her bare legs and her
rose-patterned panties in the seriousness of her office.  She pulled apart
the tails of her shirt and started unbuttoning it from the bottom,
gradually baring her flat stomach and her little matching bra.  She tossed
the shirt onto the floor with her skirt and danced around the office some
more.

   There's a full-length mirror in the staff locker room, she remembered.
She opened her office door, pausing for a moment to reassure herself that
she was all alone, then walked down the hall, feeling as giddy as a
teenager on a dare.  When she flicked on the light in the locker room, she
jumped in surprise, then giggled some more.  Looking at herself in the
full-length mirror, she ran her hands down her stomach, then turned
sideways to look at her ass, which she rubbed and patted with both hands.
She brought her hands up and started to play with her bra straps.  "With
these little tits," she laughed, "I really don't need this," and she
unhooked it and let it fall.  She pushed her tits together and played with
her nipples.  "You were so much bigger when I was pregnant," she sighed and
pulled on them some more.

   She put her hands on top of her head and looked at herself.  She looked
good, she thought, fit, toned in all the right places.  Some signs of age,
stretch marks from pregnancy, and a few spots of loose flesh, but still
good enough to feel comfortable running topless on a Caribbean beach. 
Still sexy enough for Sterling to feel her up and fuck her on that beach at
night, away from all the lights and people.  And still a cute fat little
ass, she thought, giving herself a slap as she turned to go, picking her
bra up off the floor as she left.

   As she approached her office, she heard her phone buzzing in her purse,
and she ran to get it, certain that it was Sterling.  "Hi, honey," she said
when she saw that it was.

   "How are things going?  You be home soon?"

   "Yes, I should have left a while ago, but I got distracted, thinking
about our vacation."

   He laughed.  "Were you telling people about it?"

   "Oh, no, I'm all alone.  Hang on a second." She lifted her phone, struck
a pose, and took a picture of herself, which she sent to him.

   "You little fox," he said when he got it.  "I guess you are alone,
unless your office has new rules."

   It was her turn to laugh.  "I'll get dressed and come home.  Be there
shortly."

   "No, don't get dressed.  It would be much more fun for you to head out
to the car like that."

   "Oh, I can't do that," she said dismissively.  She was reaching for her
bra when he said, "I dare you" with such an authoritative tone that she
froze.

   "Switch to FaceTime," he said.  Within a couple seconds, the FaceTime
signal sounded on her phone.  She answered it, and there was his face,
smiling at her, with a commanding look.  "I dare you," he said again.

   "I can't walk out of here naked like this," she said, although she felt
her resolve weakening.

   "It's getting dark, and there's probably nobody else around." She looked
at him silently, feeling both fear building inside her and a tingling in
her pussy.  After a brief silence, he said, "Pack your clothes into your
shoulder bag, and head out.  Keep the camera focused on yourself the whole
way."

   She stared at his image on her phone screen for several seconds, then
propped the phone on her desk so she could start picking up her clothes. 
After stuffing her skirt, stockings, and blouse into her bag, she held up
her flats.  "Okay if I wear my shoes so I can walk on the asphalt?"
Sterling nodded, and she put them on.  Then she held up her bra with a
hopeful look.  He shook his head no, and she reluctantly put it into the
bag.  "What about my jacket?  It's short and won't even cover my ass, but
just in case somebody comes by?  I'd leave it open . . ."

   He stared at her for a while.  "Sling it over your bag, so you can grab
it if you need to." She was about to protest, but she raised his hand to
stop her.  "And carry your phone so I can watch you the whole way."

   She stood there, feeling exposed and defeated, even though logic told
her that she could easily say, "Screw you," get dressed, and head home, and
life would progress as before.  Yet there was an itch, not just the
physical itch in her pussy that wanted to be rubbed, but also a sort of
metaphorical or spiritual itch, something extravagant that wanted to be
expressed and celebrated despite the risk.

   She picked up her bag and looped the straps over her shoulder, then hung
her jacket over the top of her bag, carrying it under her arm.  With a sigh
of resignation, she picked up the phone, aimed it to get as much of her
body as she could, smiled bravely at her husband, and headed out.

   When she stepped into the office's reception area, with its street-level
windows and glass doors, her body quivered, and her knees felt rubbery. 
She took a deep breath and moved past the empty seats and reception desk to
the door.  She held it open for a few seconds, to see if she could hear
anything, then stepped into the hallway.  As the door closed behind her,
she felt completely vulnerable.  Again, logic did not help.  She knew she
could dig out her keys and get back in, but she felt totally exposed,
particularly since there was nothing to hide behind in the lobby.  Plus,
she suddenly wondered whether there was a security guard to do rounds of
the building.  She knew they did not have a security desk in the lobby, but
the thought of somebody checking for intruders gave her the chills.  Once
she saw that the main lobby was empty, she made a dash for the glass doors,
which opened automatically for her and closed just as automatically behind
her.

   Now that she was outdoors, the sounds around her changed significantly.
There were traffic sounds from the street two blocks away, the sounds of
the evening breeze carrying voices and other random noise.  She looked left
and right quickly to see if anybody was nearby, then started moving toward
the corner of the building to get to the parking lot.  She had goosebumps
all over her body, and her nipples were throbbingly hard, while her pussy
was developing new forms of tingling.  And she was sweating, even though
the breeze was cool.

   As soon as she rounded the corner of the building, a car came out from
behind the neighboring office building and headed her way.  She jumped back
around the corner and down behind the one bush along the front of the
building.  She realized belatedly that it was a holly bush, and the leaves
scratched her ass, arms, tits, and even her face as she sought cover.  She
gave a little shriek of surprise, but she hid there till the car had gone
and she was sure nobody else was coming.  "Hey, what's going on?" she heard
Sterling saying from the phone, and she tried to get him back into proper
viewing position.  In the process, she shifted herself slightly, and some
of the holly leaves stuck her in the ass and pricked her pussy lips.  "Ow!
. . .  A car was coming, and I jumped behind a bush for cover, but it's a
holly bush, and I'm scratched up.  Now it just stabbed me around my pussy
and ass."

   She heard him laughing from the phone.  She looked at him to see that
his eyes were closed from laughing so hard, so she decided that now was a
good time to make a dash for the car, even if he missed it.  She stood up
from behind the bush, looked in all directions and listened as best she
could, then set out on a run, holding the camera at arm's length as her
tiny tits and fat little ass bounced with every step.  She had dug her key
out of her purse while she was hiding and pushed the button to open the
door as soon as she was within sight.  The car lights came on, and she
headed right for them, pulled open the driver's door, threw her bag and
jacket across to the passenger seat, and jumped in, closing the door behind
her.

   "Damn," she said, when the dome light stayed lit for several seconds. 
She had forgotten about that feature of most cars these days, convenient
for when you wanted to find where to put your key at night, but not so much
when you want to keep anybody from seeing you sitting behind the steering
wheel naked.  Finally, it faded out, and, though a little breathless, she
gave a huge sigh of relief.

   "Nice work," Sterling said from the phone.  "Now, one more step."

   "No, I'm getting dressed and coming home."

   "Before you do," he continued, paying no attention to her, "put the
phone on its stand on the dashboard, keep it on FaceTime, and make sure
it's facing you."

   "Why?"

   "Because you need to rub yourself until you cum, and I want to watch."

   "Sterling!" she starts to protest.

   "You need to finish the job, princess.  Aren't you horny from your
topless dash?"

   As she stared at his face on her phone screen, she thought about her
body.  She was still a little breathless, she still had goosebumps, her
nipples were still hard, her legs were trembling from the run, she was
still titching from where the holly had scratched her, and yes, her pussy
was wet and tingling.  "Yes," she finally admitted.

   She put the phone into the dashboard holder, then moved the seat back
and lowered the back, giving herself room to spread her legs.  She ran her
fingers over the front of her panties, pressing down onto her mound over
her clit.  Immediately, her pussy started throbbing, and waves of sensual
joy began pulsing through her body.  Her pussy had already been primed from
her earlier orgasm in the office, now heightened by her daring run.

   With just a few strokes, she was already gasping in ecstasy and writhing
in her front seat.  She heard, "Pull your panties aside," from the phone,
and one hand pulled the panties to the side, while the other pressed down
further to rub her pussy lips as well as her clit.  Her eyes rolled up into
her head, and she hunkered down further in her seat as the waves built up
in her pussy and throughout her body, coming together until her stomach and
pelvis clenched at the same time and she gasped intensely once, twice,
three times.  Then she began to loosen up, her muscles and nerves relaxing,
her breath drifting back to normal, her fingers gliding smoothly over her
relaxing mound.

   When she had recovered, she smiled at Sterling in the phone and reached
for her bra.  "I'll be home soon," she said and blew him a kiss.



   The Dare MD Ch.  02

   Dr.  Dare takes more naked risks and runs into a colleague.

   In the first few weeks after her naked dash out of her office, Andrea, a
local family doctor, tried a few other dares, sometimes on her own,
sometimes with her husband Sterling.  On one of her weekday morning jogs,
she wore a strapless halter top that she could pull down when she was sure
she was alone and let her little tits bounce free.  She also bought some
tighter shorts that left half of her butt cheeks exposed.  Another day,
Sterling went with her and took pictures of her jogging topless and then
posing naked by the side of the road.

   On a nice weekend, the whole family, along with the nanny, went to the
park.  Sterling had persuaded her to wear a lightweight jumper with nothing
on underneath.  While the nanny took the children to the playground, he and
Andrea walked along some of the emptier pathways leading away from the busy
park.  He stayed behind her and filmed upskirt glimpses of her naked
bottom. When they reached a secluded section with a bench, he persuaded to
sit and pull the top of the jumper down so she could play with her tits. 
After a while, he started photographing and filming her efforts.  When he
suggested she pull the bottom aside and play with her pussy, she hesitated.
"What are you going to do with these pictures and videos?"

   He shrugged.  "Keep them to watch later.  I don't know, maybe we can
post them somewhere."

   She was startled and covered herself.  "We can't do that.  I can't let
people see me doing this sort of thing!"

   "We'll keep it anonymous, edit out your face.  You'll be safe.  This is
just for our fun."

   She looked at him for a moment, seeing that quirky smile that always got
to her.  She smiled back, then spread her legs, propping up on the bench,
and pulled the crotch of the jumper aside.  While she kept looking around
to make sure nobody could see her, she ran her fingers lightly down along
her prominent pussy lips.  With a few strokes from side to side, she
loosened them and began spreading them open.

   The cool air felt nice on the soft folds, perhaps as they were starting
to get a little wet from her touch.  She used fingers from both hands to
spread the wings apart, and she was rewarded with Sterling's rapt
attention. She knew he loved to see her play with herself like this, and
being outdoors added a special treat to it.  She lightly touched her clit
with one finger, and a thrill went through her whole body.  Sterling seemed
to have a quiver of his own, maybe shaking the video picture.

   Then she saw somebody turn the corner of the pathway leading to the
bench, and she closed her legs and pretended to take an interest in
something on the ground, so she could pull the jumper back over her tits.
When they had passed, she stood up and held out her hand to Sterling. 
"Let's go back to play with the kids.  I think that's enough for a first
day out."

   That night, as they lay in bed snuggling against each other's nakedness,
Sterling told her about an incident from long before they had met.  "I was
in the checkout line at the grocery store, and in front of me was a woman
in a loose sundress.  Every time she bent down to get something out of the
cart, her dress fell forward, and I could see her bare tits and all the way
down to her panties.  I want you to do the same, except no panties."

   Andrea rubbed her hand over his chest, relishing the ups and downs of
his torso.  "I have just the dress for that.  I haven't worn it in a while,
but it's loose and will hang down when I bend over.  Plus, it's got buttons
down the front." She moved herself on top of him, pressing her naked body
against his, running her hands through his hair, and kissing him deeply and
long.  She soon felt him growing between her legs, just as her pussy was
getting west, and it was not long before he was inside her.  Any other
ideas or conversation threads were lost for the time being.

   They chose a Tuesday evening for their grocery store visit and a store
well out of town, to reduce the likelihood of running across anybody they
knew, particularly any of Andrea's patients or Sterling's law clients. 
When they got to the store around 8:30, she was surprised and a little
nervous about the number of cars in the parking lot.  They backed into a
space at the end of the lot, bordered by some trees and bushes.  Before
they headed into the store, Sterling undid two buttons from the top of her
dress and two from the bottom.  Not enough to expose her -- yet, he thought
-- but enough to start raising the stakes.  She gripped his hand nervously
as they headed to the store.

   Sterling mounted his small camera onto the shopping cart, nestling it
against the backpack he had put in the child seat, so it would not be too
obvious.  Andrea was pleased to see that the store was not all that
crowded, despite the number of cars.

   They started in the produce section.  Andrea bent over the layouts of
fruits and vegetables, and Sterling took some pictures.  Every now and
then, when she was sure nobody could see, she flipped up her skirt and gave
him a shot of her ass.

   Next to the produce section were the deli, cheese, and prepared foods
counters.  These got Andrea to bend over to point to things she wanted, but
Sterling was disappointed at how little reaction he was getting from the
people behind the counter.  As they worked their way toward the first
aisle, he decided she needed to be a little more daring.  Before they
turned the corner, he undid another two buttons from the top.

   Andrea was a little more nervous as she made her way down the aisle,
full of health foods.  Her dress opened nicely when she bent over to put in
a couple cans of soup, and she was willing to spread her legs when she
knelt down to get something off the bottom shelf, and to lift the back of
her skirt and flash her ass as she sashayed down the aisle.  She still
turned away or covered herself when another shopper turned into their
aisle.

   When they turned into the next aisle, Sterling pulled her aside and
said, "Go up to that woman, and ask her about something on a lower shelf.
Bend down in front of her, and take the box to show her."

   Andrea was nervous as she approached the woman.  "Excuse me," she said.
"Do you know anything about this dressing?" She bent down to pick up a
bottle from the lower shelf, and the top of her dress fell a little more
open as she stood up, exposing a bit more of her little breasts.  The woman
looked flustered, and said no she didn't, then turned quickly and walked
away.  Andrea turned to Sterling, who shrugged and said, "better luck next
time," as he drew close to her.

   There was a man in the next aisle, and he seemed to find several ways to
say that he did not know anything about the soup that she had picked off
the bottom shelf, though he looked very happy at the prospect of helping
her out.  She and Sterling chuckled as they rounded the corner to the next
aisle.  The next few times she tried, Andrea had better luck picking
candidates who could be fun, and she got more into the game, to the point
where Sterling was having a little trouble keeping up with her.

   They were alone in one of the frozen food aisles, and Andrea played with
exposing her tits with the freezer doors open.  A couple times, she pressed
her bare tit against the inside of the door, giving herself goosebumps and
leaving a nipple print on the inside.  The frost had built up on one of the
doors from her holding it open so often that she almost got caught when a
store employee rounded one corner, coming to stock the shelves, and a
customer came round the other corner.

   Beyond the frozen food section, the store became somewhat of a warehouse
with stacks of paper towels, toilet paper, and other household supplies. 
These aisles lent themselves to a different kind of fun.  At one point,
Andrea stepped in between the stacks and lifted up her dress for Sterling
to film and get some pictures of her naked body.  In another stack, she
pulled him in with her, and they kissed and felt each other up.  He managed
to undo two more of her top buttons and one down below, while she reached
in and stroked his cock, commando inside his sweatpants.  When they stepped
out, her dress was open to below her little tits, so it would not take much
to expose her, and his hardon was pressing out against the leg of his
pants.

   "I'm going to have to hide behind the cart till this settles down," he
laughed as he started to push the shopping cart down the aisle.  She danced
down the aisle in front of him, spinning around once and pulling the dress
open to flash her tits for the camera.  She laughed, pulled her dress back
together, and spun around to turn back around the corner, starting her way
back to the center of the store.

   As Sterling started to follow her, he heard her give a little yelp. 
When he rounded the corner to turn into the next aisle, he saw her standing
across from a cart being held by a slightly older man smiling at her.  She
seemed flustered as she turned toward Sterling.  "Um, this is . . .  " she
stammered and waved her hand toward the other man.

   "Hi, Bill Berman," the man said with a relaxed smile.  "I work with
Andrea at the practice."

   "He's the head doctor," Andrea managed to get out before stepping back
toward Sterling.  "This is my husband," she said with a gulp.

   "Hi, Sterling Crawford," he said and stuck out his hand, taking care to
stay behind the cart as best he could.  The two men shook hands, while
Andrea stood off on the side, looking somewhat shell-shocked.

   "Have you come up here before?" Bill asked.  "It seems kind of far away
for you."

   Sterling shrugged as he made up a story.  "We were visiting some friends
nearby and decided to give it a try.  We'd heard good things about it.  How
about you?"

   "I moved up here a year ago when I split from my wife." He laughed.  "It
took me a while to figure out how to cook for myself, and I got in the
habit of organizing my shopping one night a week.  Figured Tuesday was the
slowest night." He started moving down the aisle.  "I'm not really the head
doctor, I've maybe been there longer than the others, and one of three
partners.  But Andrea's pretty close to getting to the partner level."

   Andrea was walking next to Sterling, trying somewhat to hide behind him.
"We'll see," she laughed, trying to get over her nervousness in her
colleague's presence.

   "You know what?" Sterling said, stopping the cart.  "Don't we need some
tissues?  Can you get some over there, honey?"

   She bit her lip.  She was sure he had no idea whether they needed
tissues or not.  He just wanted her to walk over and pick something off the
lower shelf, so she would expose herself to some degree.  She discreetly
smacked his arm and headed out across the aisle, crossing in front of
Bill's cart.  He stopped and watched her go, bend down, get a box of
tissues, and drop them in her cart.  She saw that he was watching her,
though she could not read the expression on his face.  She was not sure
whether he was disapproving or taking time to enjoy the sight of her tits.

   Sterling moved on down to the end of the aisle, then headed toward the
center of the store, skipping the frozen food aisles.  Bill seemed to be
following right along.

   In the next few aisles, Sterling found something else for Andrea to pick
up, usually from a lower shelf, though sometimes from a higher one, giving
her a chance to expose her butt.  Bill kept pace with them, sometimes
getting something for himself, usually from a lower shelf so he could
presumably get a glimpse up the lower part of Andrea's dress.

   At first embarrassed by having exposed herself to a colleague who
probably had the power to discipline or even fire her, Andrea found herself
getting turned on by Bill's steady attention to her.  She started chatting
with him, about his separation, learning to be newly single, how his
children were doing with the divorce, what he liked to make for dinner. 
She even suggested a couple of foods that would be easy to make.  Sterling
managed to continue discreetly taking pictures and recording her.

   When they got to the checkout line, Sterling maneuvered himself to go
ahead of Andrea, yet leave her in front of the cart, so she would have to
bend over to take the groceries out and put them on the belt.  Every time
she did so, of course, her dress fell open, giving Bill, who was next in
line, a clear view of her tits and stomach and maybe all the way down to
her pussy.  He made no effort to look away.

   When they had paid and packed everything up, Andrea waved to Bill and
said she would see him the next day.  On the way out of the store, Andrea
took two bags, while Sterling had one, so he could handle the camera.  She
led the way back to the car, swishing her dress as she strode across the
parking lot.  When they crossed into a pool of light, she lifted it over
her ass.  She even managed to spin around once, letting the whole thing
spin around, since she had unbuttoned the last of the buttons, and the
dress was flying free.  When they got to the car, she popped the trunk,
which slowly opened, and she turned to Sterling as she lay her bags onto
the floor of the trunk and lifted the dress off of her shoulders, exposing
herself completely naked.

   He put his bag down and tried to prop the camera somewhere, then wrapped
his arms around her as they hid between the car and the trees along the
road.  "You've gone crazy," he said as she lifted up his t-shirt and slid
her hands down inside his sweatpants.  She pressed her naked body tightly
against his, kissing him wet and deep, and feeling his cock throbbing
against her leg.

   He turned her around and bent her over, and she braced her arms against
th3 floor of the trunk.  He shoved the dress up to her shoulders so he
could see her back and fat little ass in the dim light from the street
lamps.  He ran his hands over her well-muscled back and reached around to
grab her bare little tits.  She moaned as he squeezed her and pressed
himself against her.  He pulled her up a little, keeping one tit covered
and running his other hand down her stomach until he reached her generous
pussy lips and stroked along them.  She gasped louder as his fingers delved
between her folds of tangled flesh, making them wet and sending waves of
pleasure through her body.

   She reached back to find the waist of his sweatpants and push it down as
best she could over his ass, brushing her fingers against the cool skin of
his hips.  It was his turn to moan, and she maneuvered the band of the
pants down over his ass and down his legs till his cock sprang out and
bounced against her bare legs.

   They heard cars on the other side of the trees along the parking lot,
but they didn't care.  He bent her forward till she reached the floor of
the trunk, then slid the end of his cock up and down between her wet,
throbbing pussy lips till he found the opening and slid himself deep into
her cunt.  She groaned as he filled her, his cock growing as he plunged
inside her, then slid back and forth.  He loved looking at her fat little
ass as he fucked her and seeing her thick pussy lips wrap around his
thrusting shaft.  Bending over her, he reached around to grab her tits and
tweak her nipples, triggering more squeals of pleasure from her as she
pressed back against his thrusts.

   Before too long, his cock erupted inside her, and he yelled in relief as
he filled her.  Her arms collapsed, and she put her head down to receive
all of him.  He squeezed her butt cheeks as the last of his cum pulsed into
her, then slowly he let his cock slide out and he watched his cum drip out
of her swollen pussy, letting his own last few drops land on her leg, cold
dots in the night breeze.

   He pulled up his sweatpants, then helped her stand and guided her to the
passenger seat.  "Keep your dress open, and prop your feet up on the
dashboard for the ride home." She looked at him in a daze, smiling, then
climbed into the seat and put her feet up, as directed.  He handed her the
seatbelt and went around to his side.  They drove out of the parking lot
without being observed, and when they got onto the local highway, she
started rubbing her mound, pressing against her clit and pussy lips.  He
glanced at her the first time she moaned and smiled.  It was a nice long
ride, should give her plenty of time to cum and provide him with some
entertainment as well.  Much better than the radio or a CD.



   The Dare MD Ch.  03

   She looks for new places to expose herself.

   FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK after their grocery store dare, Andrea had to
concentrate really hard on each patient to make sure she did not make any
mistakes.  Every now and then, a memory of her colleague Bill looking down
her dress would sneak into her awareness, and she had to force herself to
push it away.  It was even more exasperating that he did not say anything
about their encounter and just concentrated on business as usual.

   The week went quietly, and when she got home Friday night, Sterling met
her with plans to go out to dinner.  He had made arrangements for the
babysitter and would go get her while Andrea relaxed and took a bath. 
"Don't get dressed till I come back," he said, kissing her on his way out.

   As she lay in the warm bath, she was surprised to realize how much
tension she had been holding, as it drained out of her.  She let herself
drift and allowed herself to wonder what Bill must have thought when he
looked down her dress at her naked body.  And why had he not said anything?
As she wondered, her hand drifted down toward her pussy and stroked it. 
The warmth of the bath and the touch of her hand brought a smile to her
face, and she relaxed even further.

   In the distance, she heard the sound of their front door, indicating
that Sterling had returned from picking up the babysitter.  She sat up and
washed herself off quickly, then got out and was drying herself off when he
tapped on the door and came in, carrying the camera.

   She was so used to him showing up with his camera whenever she was naked
or undressing that it no longer made her nervous.  He did not start filming
her till she was in the bedroom, brushing and straightening her hair.  "Are
you getting my fat little ass?" she asked playfully, "and my tiny tits?"

   "Your tits aren't tiny," he answered, playing their usual game.  "Small,
but not tiny.  And I love them."

   She laughed and headed toward her underwear drawer.  "No panties," he
said.  She giggled and pulled out her favorite suspender tights.  He filmed
her closely as she pulled them on, making sure to get some shots of her ass
shaking as she made the final adjustments, and then as she walked around,
modeling herself for him.

   Then came the short grey dress with a zipper up the front, all the way
from top to bottom.  She gave him a few sexy poses, and he put the camera
away.  She checked in with the babysitter for some last-minute reminders,
kissed the children goodbye, and they drove off.

   She leaned back in the passenger seat and let the breeze from the window
play with her hair and blow the rest of the tension away.  She pulled the
dress up a little and let the breeze play on her bare skin, tickling her
stomach and pussy.  She knew they were going to be a little naughty
tonight, so she might as well get a head start.

   "You look so much more relaxed," Sterling said as they got out of the
car.  He had parked a few blocks away from the restaurant, so she could
walk down a couple of side streets and flash her ass for the camera.

   "I had been worried about how Bill, the doctor we saw at the grocery
store, would react to seeing us," she said as she started down the street.
"It was nerve-wracking that he didn't say anything.  I couldn't figure him
out, but then he's sort of like that."

   She took a little twirl and lifted her dress as Sterling let her get
ahead of him.  He took a few pictures of her ass, then a short video. 
There was a park at the end of the street, where she sat on a bench with
her legs open so he could get a few more views of her bare pussy before
they went in for dinner.  After they placed their order, she unzipped the
top of her dress and gave him a few glimpses of her tits, playing with her
nipples as he did so.  When the server brought their salads, she had to
turn to the side to keep herself covered while Stirling put the camera
down.

   "You still haven't told me what you plan to do with all these pictures
and videos," she said when they were alone.  "You've been spending a lot of
time editing them.  You must have something in mind."

   "I've been doing some research," he said as he took a bite of salad.

   She chuckled in response.  "I bet that's been fun."

   "It's had its moments.  I've found a few sites where people post their
own videos.  Some are easier to navigate than others, and some make it
easier for people to comment on the videos.  I think that would be a big
part of the fun, seeing what people say.  Selling them would be nice, but
mostly you want to get some reaction from them, right?"

   She chewed thoughtfully for a few moments and shifted on her bench. 
"Strangers seeing me naked, even if they don't see all of me?  That's
turning me on."

   Sterling slowly reached down for the camera and aimed it at her under
the table.  "Let's see," he said.  He flipped up the live view screen and
aimed the camera at her.  She spread her legs and rotated her hips slightly
to give him a better view of her pussy.  "Pull the dress up more," he said
softly, "so I can get more light on you."

   She shifted back on the bench and pulled the dress up, flooding her
pussy and surrounding area with light.  He was filming when she pulled the
skirt down and closed her legs.  "Everything all right?" The server had
come up to the table.  "The main course should be ready in a couple of
minutes."

   "Thanks," Andrea said calmly, then pulled her dress back up when they
were alone.  "It's important to pay attention," she said with a smile.  She
reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart for a few
moments.  He filmed a little bit more, then they both went back to eating.

   After the main course had been delivered, he went back to talking about
the sites he had researched.  "There's one called 'allmyvideos,' where
people post their stuff and offer them for sale.  People can follow you or
just buy individual vids.  There's another called 'ForFans,' which is more
of a membership site, where there's more room for comments.  Other sites
that have different features.  I've saved a bunch on my laptop.  We can
look them over when we get home."

   The rest of dinner was punctuated with some more tit and pussy flashes,
sending them both into quiet fits of laughter and pleasure.  As they waited
for dessert and coffee, Sterling leaned forward and said, "Come on, play
with yourself while we're waiting." He turned his camera on and aimed it
under the table.  "And keep a finger in there while they're serving."

   She scowled at him and did as he requested, using both hands to spread
her pussy lips and stroke the soft skin to get herself loose and wet.  She
slid one and then two fingers from her left hand into the tight opening,
then raised the other hand onto the table and seemed to casually lean on it
while the server poured the coffee.

   Sterling could tell from the look on her face and her enforced stillness
that she was stroking herself while the server was there.  He would be able
to see the video when they got home, but he really wished he could have got
a double-screen view of above and below the table.  He was trying to keep
from chuckling as he saw more clearly that she was struggling, probably
clenching her pelvic muscles to control herself.

   When the server walked away, she let out a gasp of air, but stayed bent
over, still biting her lip and rocking slightly.  Sterling sat back, the
camera focused on her, and he could see in the live view screen that her
fingers were still working her pussy.  After a couple minutes, he saw her
hips twitch, and then she let out another gasp of air.  Then she sat back
and smiled at him.  She sucked lightly on the tip of her finger before
picking up her spoon to have some dessert.  Sterling glanced down at the
camera and saw that, in leaning back, she had spread her legs even further,
exposing herself to the camera even more.  They finished their dessert and
coffee in a satisfied silence.

   WHEN THEY GOT HOME, Andrea took the babysitter home.  Sterling was in
bed when she got back, reading from his laptop, and it did not take her
long to strip and get ready for bed.  She crawled in on her side and
snuggled next to him, savoring the feel of their skin against each other.
She slid her hand behind his arm and leaned her cheek on his shoulder. 
"So, what do you want to show me?"

   He ran his finger over the laptop trackpad to open the screen.  "This is
one of the ones I talked about, Allmyvids, where people post all sorts of
stuff, from pretty tame to really raunchy.  You can let them know whether
you're interested in men, women, transgender, or anything.  You can search
by topic or theme, or you can follow particular people."

   "Mmmm, you've done a lot of research." She pressed herself more firmly
against him and gently bit his shoulder.

   "You wanted to know what sort of sites we could post pictures and videos
on," he said somewhat defensively.  She leaned against him.  "Sorry," she
said.

   "Here's the other major one, ForFans.  You have to join before you can
see previews, and you have to subscribe before you can see previews or buy
videos.  This site is built to include a lot of comment and even
discussion. Again, there are a lot of different kinds of themes, and you
can get pretty wild."

   "Have you signed up for anybody?" She pressed her leg against his and
looked closer at the screen.  "What turns you on?  Oh, I'm sorry, where has
your research led you?"

   He laughed and selected another tab.  "Here's one site, a teacher who's
a swinger.  It looks like she posts daily pictures of herself getting
dressed or undressed, and then occasional pay-per-view videos of their
swinging escapades.  This one seems to be a secretary who wants to be a
pornstar, and this one seems to just want to have fun.  She and the teacher
both keep their faces out of their pictures and, I presume, their videos."

   Andrea had slid down and was running her hand up Sterling's leg, no
doubt aiming toward his cock.  "Are you paying attention?" he asked while
spreading his legs slightly more open.

   "Yes, the teacher keeps her face hidden, and the secretary wants to be a
porn star.  Go on." She had slid her hand beneath his thigh and was lightly
stroking his ball sack.  He sighed and flipped to the next page.  "This
other site offers clips for sale, and you can search them by subject or
person.  You sort of have to know what you're looking for." He paused as
she had slid her hand further under his balls and was starting to roll them
between her fingers.  "This last one . . .  ummm ...  has a lot of other
kinds of . . .  like, ummm, blogs and political, um . . .  And . . .  " He
drifted off as she pushed his legs apart and moved herself down to where
she was kissing his thigh and inserting herself between his legs.

   "I'll put this list of all the links and passwords on your bedside
table," he struggled to say as he put his laptop onto his own table.  He
threw the blanket aside so he could see her as she slowly dragged her
tongue up the length of his stiffening cock.  She gently wrapped her
fingers around his shaft and circled her tongue around the head.  "I heard
everything you said," she said, resting her lips against the soft bulge. 
"Allmyvideos," and she dragged her lips along the head.  "Forfans," and
dragged the tip of her tongue along his little slit.  "The one that sells
clips," her lips again, "and the one with the political stuff," and she
wrapped her lips around the head and slid down till she touched her hand.
He moaned, and she felt him quiver and grow.

   Fuck, she loved the feel of his cock inside her mouth, the sense of
power and control it gave her to push him to levels of passion with her
fingers and tongue and lips and sometimes her teeth.  And the contrast
between the stiffening cock in her mouth and the playful softness of his
balls, as she brought her other hand up to roll and stroke them.  She
started to slide down further, to test how far she could take him down her
throat, when he began to shift.

   He rolled his hips to the side, giving her enough warning and support to
roll herself over his leg as he straddled her.  Her eyes went a bit wide,
since this change in position was pushing his cock further toward her
throat than she had planned, but he lifted himself up slightly so that he
did not choke her.  Once he had finished shifting, he was straddling her
head and gently sliding in and out of her mouth, taking control without
losing the warmth of her lips wrapped around him.

   After a few minutes, he shifted again, this time to the side, rotating
her head toward him, so she was on her back, reaching toward his cock, and
he could reach down to spread her legs and play with her wet, thick pussy
lips.

   She was unable to keep him in her mouth as he plunged his fingers and
out of her.  "Fuck me," she gasped and tried again to reach his throbbing
cock.  With two swift moves, he moved between her spread-out legs and
stroked the engorged head of his cock between her thick lips, found her
hole right away, and slid into the lubricated space yearning for him.

   The sound that came out of her as his rod filled her cunt was more of a
growl than a moan.  She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in, pulling
him down toward her, her groans begging him to fill her, pump her, ravage
every nerve of her hungry pussy till she was a limp rag bathed in sweat. 
She was no longer the sedate doctor, wisely interpreting a patient's
symptoms and offering informed guidance and gentle advice.  She was a
lioness roaring for her mate, a whore begging to be ravaged and filled with
her daddy's cum.  Sometimes, she could frighten Sterling with her needs,
but that night he was ready for her, and he wanted to feed her, wring her
out, fill her up.  This night, she would be his to own and use.

   She loved when he got carried away, losing himself in his own frenzy of
fucking her.  She did not always cum when he got like this, but she reveled
in his passion, his sweat, and his power, demonstrated in his thrusting and
groaning.  As she sensed him getting closer to his breaking point, she dug
her nails deeper and locked her legs around his waist as his body tightened
in intensity and his thrusts grew deeper yet shorter.  Then with a loud
gasp, his body quivered until he finally burst inside her, his cock
erupting into her cunt with each thrust and gasp.  She released her own
breath in a loud moan, tightening her cunt muscles around his pulsing cock,
yearning to keep every drop of his cum inside her.  Finally, with a long
sighing moan, he relaxed onto her and she held him close, comforting him
with her stroking hand, soft breaths against his cheek, as his last pulses
of energy seeped into her.

   As their passion faded, they eased into their well-established routine
of him sliding out of her, and her rolling slightly sideways to let him
move next to her.  She kept her arms around him as they drifted off into a
post-fucking haze.  After a few minutes, they shifted around to their usual
sleeping positions, where they fell asleep.

   HER PHONE READ 1:47.  She had been awake for a few minutes and was not
feeling like she would fall back asleep soon.  Sterling was breathing
regularly next to her, the semi-snore of his regular sleep.  She quietly
slid out from under the cover, took the piece of paper that he had placed
on her bedside table, and headed out to her office to pick up her laptop.
She took it into the guest room, where she could stretch out on the bed.

   She lay back and stared at the ceiling, absent-mindedly letting her
fingers drift over her body as she marveled at what she was considering. 
Even though she had been nervous for half the week, the knowledge that she
had exposed herself to a colleague turned her on, even though she knew that
could get her into trouble.  And now she was on the verge of posting
pictures and videos of herself, naked, on a public forum.  Yes, she would
keep her face hidden, but her breasts -"her tiny tits -" and her fat little
ass would be on display.  The whole idea was turning her on.

   The night air was a little cool, so she grabbed the decorative blanket
from the foot of the bed and draped it over her shoulders.  She turned on
the laptop and looked at the paper Sterling had left for her while it
booted up.  She was familiar with the last site he had mentioned, since she
subscribed to a couple of the semi-political sites hosted there.  It seemed
an unlikely place to attract viewers, so she turned her attention to the
clips site.

   At first, it seemed overwhelming, with a lot of attention to fetishes,
from bondage, foot adoration, peeing, wearing diapers, to other activities
she had never even thought of.  She finally opened the Categories tab and
clicked on Exhibitionism.  The range of people of all ages who were
seemingly eager to expose themselves in one way or another was again
astonishing.

   The first link in the long list took her to a page of videos by a
European woman, who wore extremely short skirts and open, mesh, or
see-through blouses, while wandering through European resort towns.  Her
face was always off camera or blurred, while her pierced tits and pussy
were always exposed to some degree.  Some of the previews suggested that
she often masturbated in public areas, along the side of roads, in parks,
on hotel balconies.  Andrea guessed that the woman was in her 40s and,
aside from the piercings, was totally natural.  She looked totally hot, and
Andrea felt her pussy twitching at what she saw. .

   The first of the sites where Sterling had written down a password,
allmyvideos, opened to a page of previews of live shows, followed by a
variety of categories, each with short clips to highlight the individuals.
She had recently learned the meaning of MILF, one of the categories she
would fit in, and she clicked on the option to see more of those previews.
Again, the range of ages, styles, weights, and body types of women and
their offerings was staggering, some of them getting into things that
Andrea had never heard about or would never consider.

   There was a link under Sterling's pseudonym for Purchase History, so she
clicked on that.  She saw several videos featuring a younger woman going by
the name ChelseaManor, which could be real or fake.  This may be the
secretary he had mentioned.  A few of her videos showed her masturbating at
work under her desk, sometimes with a dildo.  Andrea watched a couple of
these to see if she could figure out how she had placed her camera.  She
also noticed that the woman, probably in her 20s, seemed adept at filming
herself from several angles, something Andrea needed to practice.

   When she went to check the other site Sterling had subscribed to,
Forfans, Andrea realized that she had been unconsciously stroking her pussy
and had slid her finger into herself, up to the second knuckle.  "Behave,"
she laughed and told herself, "I've got research to conduct."

   The opening page of Forfans was just a log-in, so she entered the
password Sterling had written down.  The site opened to a series of
pictures from at least three women, presumably the sites he had subscribed
to.  The first must be the swinging teacher he mentioned, as she looked at
a picture of a well-built woman, probably in her 40s, from the shoulder
down, wearing high heels and lace panties.  The caption read, "Do you think
I should wear these crotchless panties for my teacher parent conferences
tonight?"

   Andrea clicked on the name of the woman in the next picture and got an
introductory page that described her as "a fit hotwife and working mom who
loves to fuck." The woman obviously worked out, since her pictures showed
off her developed biceps, tight stomach, and muscular legs.  She had a lot
of videos posted with descriptions of sex with her husband and his friends,
other women, various toys, and possibly more.

   Looking back and forth between the pictures of these two women, Andrea
realized that they both showed signs of age, stretch marks on their stomach
and ass, some slight folds of skin that even vigorous exercise would not
prevent.  While the hotwife had obviously had breast implants, the
teacher's breasts had some sag.  Thinking back to the European
exhibitionist from the earlier site she had looked at, Andrea remembered
her breasts as being fairly small with eraserhead nipples that she could
poke through mesh shirts or clamp special jewelry onto.  So maybe she
should not worry about her own small tits or her fat little ass.  These
sites seemed to have room for all sizes and shortcomings.





   Once again, Andrea realized that two fingers from her left hand had
found their way inside her wet pussy.  Her thumb was rubbing her clit, and
her breathing had turned shallow.  She moved the laptop to a safe place and
let herself sink into the pillows on the guest bed.

   She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled deeply, sucking in
the musky aroma of her sensual moistness, then let them drift down to her
lips, where she sucked them into her mouth.  While she held them there, her
right hand began drawing circles around her abdomen and mound, gradually
closing in on the spot just above her pussy, where she could press on her
clit and the surrounding area, generating more waves to course through her
body.

   As the intensity grew, she rolled over and stuck her ass slightly up in
the air.  She reached her pussy and began stroking and separating her thick
pussy lips, till she could slide her middle finger between them and slide
into her slick cunt.  She gasped as her finger triggered more waves of
passion inside her, and she imagined Sterling at the foot of the bed,
looking up at her, even filming her as she played with herself for her
imagined audience.  Then suddenly, the image of Sterling shifted to Bill
Berman, her fellow doctor, and she quivered as she imagined him looking up
between her legs, watching her finger-fuck herself with that same studied
intensity he showed at the grocery store as she bent over to empty the
shopping cart.  Then it was Paul.  Fuck, where had he come from?  Paul, her
boyfriend at college who had introduced her to Alyssa, who persuaded her to
pose nude for a photographer friend, who invited herself to sleep over and
make out with her and Paul, to share his cum, and to teach Andrea how to go
down on her.

   She had forgotten about all that, but now the memories were driving her
to a frenzy as her fingers pounded her pussy.  She rolled over onto her
back again, still pounding, legs spread as wide as they could go, her thumb
rubbing her clit, her left hand squeezing her tits, pulling her nipples, as
she gasped and her body shook several times with the force of a sudden
orgasm.

   Her whole body shook several times, each time a little less intense, as
the orgasm worked its way through her.  Fuck, she thought that was the most
intense I can remember.  Her shoulders drooped, and she lay on the bed,
legs open, her fingers resting on her wet, swollen pussy.  Her breath was
slowing down, coming back to normal, when she wondered, "where's my
vibrator?" That's right, the vibrator that she'd bought in her second year
at medical school, when she was so tense and so overwhelmed with her
studies, and one of her fellow students had said she should get one because
it was a great way to relieve tension.  Who was that?  Andrea had been so
shocked at the suggestion that she just nodded and turned away.  Still, she
had bought it, online so nobody would know, and she had used it often in
the privacy of her bedroom.  Yet after that, she had become so sedate, it
seemed, after her wild year or so with Paul and Alyssa.  Where they are
now, she wondered.

   As she relaxed, her mind wandered through the house, trying to remember
where she might have hidden the vibrator.  She was certain she had not
thrown it out, but it was not something she would have shared with
Sterling. That was not something they would have done early in their
marriage, or at least she would have done.  Then she remembered some of the
pictures he had taken during their honeymoon, when he had persuaded her to
strip naked on the beach when it was deserted.  And hadn't he taken
pictures of her in bed, naked, her legs spread in obscene desire?  She
giggled and found that her fingers had once again found their way to her
garden of delight.  She laughed out loud.  That was one of Alyssa's terms,
usually delivered ironically.  And what had she called Andrea's labia, her
long and thick pussy lips?  The curtains to paradise.  She remembered
Alyssa's gentle touch, spreading her open and licking gently along the
slick surface, teasing her clit with her tongue, sucking Andrea into her
mouth, then sliding her tongue up into Andrea's cunt.  She remembered the
softness of Alyssa's little tits against hers, and the two of them licking
Paul's cum off their faces.  Mmmm, fuuuccckkk, what am I doing, she
wondered as her fingers pushed back inside her cunt, now throbbing at the
memories that she had pushed aside for so long.  Yet wouldn't Sterling want
to know?  What would his cock do to her as she told him about this part of
her past?

   Memories and fingers drove her into another thrashing orgasm.  She
rolled over and buried her head into one of the pillows, biting into it as
she groaned and shook with bursting passion.  She thrashed time and again,
and then sagged into the mattress and pillows.  She was a sweaty, limp rag,
and she was sure she would have to wash the covers before anybody else saw
them.

   She had dozed off, apparently, since she woke up, not sure at first
where she was.  She rolled back to pull her head out from where she had
wedged it between the pillows.  Her ass had rolled over onto something
hard, her phone, she realized, and she pulled it out from under herself. 
3:23.  She had been there for an hour and a half, she thought, maybe more?
Her pussy was tingling, but she told herself to leave it alone for now. 
She should get some sleep to be ready for work tomorrow.  Or later today,
she told herself.

   A tangle of hair fell in front of her face when she sat up.  She
giggled. Dr.  Crawford, always so well put together, the smiling beauty in
their staff pictures, the well-posed couple in the school fund-raiser
publications, the one they often asked to speak at groups about health
issues since she was so cute.  Come see me now!  She looked at herself in
the full-length mirror, naked, tousled, a come-fuck-me hairdo if she had
ever seen one.  She put her hands in her hair and cocked her hip.  Is it
proper for a doctor to shave her pussy, she thought.  Something else Alyssa
taught me.  I wonder where she is now.

   She looked at the rumpled bed.  I'll fix it tomorrow, she thought, as
she turned out the light and headed down the hall to slip in next to
Sterling.  Oh, have I got stories to tell him, she thought, new sites to
explore, toys to buy.  Some things I just might keep secret for myself, she
thought with a smile as she turned into the bedroom.