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 ï>¿The Towel Dare - Part 1 Fri Nov 1 12:52:34 2002 162.39.196.151

   The Towel Dare- Part 1

   I really did it this time.  I took Glenda up on an invitation to spend
the weekend with her at a beach hotel in South Florida.  She paid for the
rooms and food.  All I had to do was MY part - spend the weekend, the
ENTIRE weekend mind you, in nothing but a towel.

   When she first suggested this to me after reading it on the Internet
dare site I just laughed and said, "yeah, right." But the more she talked
about it and the more time that elapsed since my last adventure with her,
the more my secret side took over and left my brain behind in the trash
can.

   She would phone and add a few details here and there trying to convince
me that I wouldn't really get into trouble.  "The hotel is right on the
beach, Torre.  There are people walking around in beach attire all the
time," she would say.  "Only YOU would know what was really going on.  You
know you WANT to, don't you Torre?" The more she talked the more I came to
believe that this would be fun.  Every now and then a little voice inside
would bring up how bad I felt during my underwear experience, but it was
quickly drowned out by my secret desires.

   Well, last week she finally convinced me to do it after agreeing to try
a few dares herself while we were there.  The plan was for her to arrive at
the hotel mid-day Friday and get our room.  I was going to drive down and
meet her shortly after 2:00pm.  She originally wanted me to drive to the
hotel wearing only the towel but I wasn't brave enough.  We decided instead
on me wearing my bikini, beach sandals and bringing my towel.  I chose a
colorful beach towel that was wide enough when wrapped around me so as not
to get me arrested but not too big to be bulky or awkward-looking so as to
attract attention.

   When I arrived at the hotel I was in shock!  The hotel wasn't one of
those one or two-story beach types.  It was a high rise, swanky place.  Not
only that but there were dozens and dozens of similarly-styled hotels
lining the beach!  My first instinct was to turn the car around and head
for home but having driven for 4 hours in Interstate traffic wearing only a
bikini had a way of taking charge of my common sense.  I felt a little
better when I saw people milling around outside in swimsuits.

   As I left the car with only my car keys and beach towel in hand -
pressed closely to my chest I might add, I made the journey toward the
front doors.  Boy did I feel out of place wearing so little in such a
formal place.  When I approached the desk to inquire what room my friend
was in, I had to wait for what seemed like forever until a clerk finally
waited on me.  People were dressed - and I mean some were very nicely
dressed - as a meeting or seminar of some sort was being held at the hotel.
No one but me was in the lobby wearing a swimsuit.  The marble flooring did
little to bolster my confidence as I was made to register as a guest and
received my own key.  Glenda had told them at the desk that she was
expecting me.  Our room was on the 8th floor.

   I hadn't even finished opening the door yet when Glenda started in,
"Take off that bikini, sister and lets get on with it."

   Having to strip in front of an eager middle-aged lady was very
embarrassing.  I took off my top first, then my bikini bottoms and handed
them over to her out-stretched hand.  She held them for a minute while she
looked me over.  As she did I got that "funny feeling" inside and almost
didn't notice that she had moved to her suitcase and removed a pair of
scissors.

   "HEY!" I shouted, "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?!!" I
was too late to stop her as she completed a long cut through both my top
and bottoms.  "What do you care?  You won't need these anymore." She said
laughing as she continued cutting.

   "But I didn't bring anything else with me for the ride home remember?" I
said a bit put out.

   "Oops!" was all she sarcastically responded as she put the remnants of
my bikini in the trash can.

   I wrapped myself in my towel and talked with my friend for a long time.

   I was way too chicken to venture out right away in just my towel.  After
seeing all the fancy dressed people in the lobby, I wanted time to adjust
mentally to what I was doing.  Of course Glenda was only too eager to play
up to me, tempting me with all sorts of ideas.

   After much discussion she finally convinced me to accompany her down to
the beach.  There was an outside patio/grill type restaurant where she
wanted to eat a late lunch, and I WAS getting really hungry.  "It's outside
overlooking the beach so you'll fit right in.  It will be the PERFECT place
for you to get used to your towel," she said.  Seemed logical to me so out
the door we went - I in my towel and Glenda in her one-piece bathing suit.
To say I was nervous as the elevator door opened was an understatement! 
Fortunately it was empty.  I was starting feel a bit more relaxed until the
doors opened onto the hotel lobby.  There was that marble floor again with
all those fancy dressed conventioneers milling about!  I found myself
constantly checking the security of my towel until my friend pointed out
that my constant tucking and re-tucking made me look to conspicuous.  She
convinced me to just leave it alone and take a risk rather than having half
the hotel guess my secret!

   Once outside I calmed down and we sat at a table facing the beach.  I
was absolutely sure I that if I opened my legs even the least little bit I
would be flashing some bystander so I kept them closed about as tightly as
you can imagine.  The food was good and time passed all to quickly.

   Glenda finally suggested we take a stroll along the beach, which seemed
to go on forever, lined with tall towers of elegant buildings.  As we
walked along, the farther we got from our hotel the more aware of how
vulnerable I was.  The sun felt good and the waves hitting the shore had a
relaxing effect.  People were everywhere.  There must have been thousands
of people playing in the water, sunning themselves or milling about as we
were doing.  Every time someone looked at me though, I wondered if they
suspected I was naked under my towel - especially if they smiled at me as
they passed by.

   We had wondered down the beach for about 45 minutes and stopped to watch
as a young boy started tossing a Frisbee to his dog.  That dog was really
talented.  Soon a huge crowd had gathered as the boy's tosses were longer
and higher.  That pooch leaped almost 5 FEET in the air to catch that darn
thing!  I was impressed and it was incredible to watch.  Anyway, soon the
pooch tired of all the running and the boy had to coax him to continue.  On
one of the tosses the Frisbee landed only a few feet from me and the dog
came up to me and sat down at my feet - I guess thinking I had his toy or
something.  Of course I talked sweetly to the dog telling him in an
excited, child-like voice that the Frisbee was "over there, boy. . .  go
get it, it's over there!" The dog didn't move but just sat there wagging
its tail.  With crowd watching me to see if I could get the dog to retrieve
his toy, I continued even more emphatically but the dog just sat there
taking it all in.  I was about to give up and walk away when the dog jumped
up standing on its hind legs and put his front paws on my towel as if to
play, wagging his tail the whole time.

   My heart about leaped out of my chest!!  I carefully held on to my towel
while trying to get the "Nice Doggy" to get the hell off me!  I guess the
dog took my actions as playing with him and suddenly he slid off me and
grabbed the end of my towel with his mouth and ran!  YES, RAN!!  He took
off down the beach with my towel in his mouth!!!  My first instinct was to
give chase yelling, "YOU STUPID DOG!  COME BACK HERE!!"

   It was when I heard the crowd laughing that I came to my senses and
realized that I was NAKED in front of about a hundred people!  I covered up
and screamed!  I froze, forgetting all about the dog!  It seemed all I
could do was look at the crowd while desperately trying to cover myself
hoping someone would come to my aid.  No one did.  They just laughed.  The
more I squirmed and wiggled the more they laughed.  I wasn't sure if they
were laughing at my predicament or my body or both, but laugh they did -
some hysterically.  It wasn't THAT funny.  What was wrong with those
people? The dog had long since gone and Glenda was no help at all.  She was
laughing herself to tears along with the others.

   Now I know what you are thinking.  That I had purposely tried to have a
dress fall off of me before leaving me naked on purpose so what was the big
deal?  But, that was a controlled situation.  This was different!  I was
naked at the spur of the moment with no control over the situation
whatsoever!  In front of all these people; in broad daylight!  I wanted to
cry.  I wanted to scream!  I wanted to run.

   Finally I HAD to act.  I ran.  Stupid me ran down the beach naked,
awkwardly trying to keep my breasts and pussy covered just to get away from
the laughing crowd - running the wrong way - the OPPOSITE direction from
our hotel.  I got away from the circle of Frisbee watchers only to expose
myself to new groups of beach goers who caught a brief glimpse of this
naked girl flying across the sand.  Then I realized how dumb I was and
thought - "DUH!  Get in the water stupid!" and dove right in and swam
several yards off shore and then started swimming toward our hotel parallel
to the beach.

   The Towel Dare - Part 2 Fri Nov 1 12:58:26 2002 162.39.196.151

   The Towel Dare - Part 2

   After swimming for who knows how long, I stopped.  From the safety of
the water I looked at the shore and there was no big commotion.  I thought
to myself that I had successfully escaped.  I paused to catch my breath
while treading water.  I felt a little better about the whole thing - that
is until I realized that I was lost.  What DID our hotel look like?  I
couldn't remember.  Why didn't I think to get a good look at the beachside
of the place we were staying BEFORE we took our walk?  All those tall hotel
buildings and condo's looked alike to me.  I carefully scanned the beach
trying to see if I could see Glenda.  No such luck.  I thought maybe I
hadn't gone far enough, after all we did take a pretty long walk before we
got to where the dog was.  I swam on.  Still no hotel that looked familiar.
I swam some more with the same disappointing results.  I was getting tired
and I couldn't tread water forever.  I decided to go in a little shallower
so that I could stand up and rest.

   I soon realized that going closer to shore had some drawbacks.  First, I
was closer, a lot closer, to more people.  Second the water was clearer so
my chances of being spotted swimming naked were greater and third,
something I hadn't counted on until I was overcome by one, was the wave
action going ashore.  ONE practically LIFTED me right out of the water and
moved me dangerously into shallow water.  I was so unprepared for it that I
was sure that at least my breasts were exposed, and maybe my pussy as well.
I was swept off my feet, that had momentarily planted themselves on the sea
bottom, and were suddenly and quite forcefully glided along the crest of
the wave.  Fortunately no one seemed to notice as I regained my balance,
ducked under water and walked backward out to sea.

   Fighting the waves and trying to keep myself covered, I scanned the
shore hoping to see something that would be recognizable.  The full weight
of my situation was beginning to take hold.  I was completely NAKED in the
ocean with like, a bazillion people around, having nothing to cover myself
with, not knowing where I was and having no friends to assist me.  The
adrenalin was really pumping as was my heart!  I got this hopeless feeling
and started to panic.

   If I could only find my hotel maybe I could make a mad dash for the
beach and steal someone's towel or something.  All sorts of thought crossed
my mind.  I didn't like any of them.  Suddenly I heard a male voice behind
me say, "Hey, nice day for the beach.  huh?"

   "OH GOD!" I thought.  Did this guy see my nudity?  In a panic, I quickly
turned around to see a young, good-looking guy about my age floating on a
raft riding the waves about 40 feet from me coming my way.  I kept my arms
instinctively across my chest and sunk as low in the water as I could. 
Trying to play it cool I answered, "Yeah, uh, It sure is." At this point I
must tell you that the combination of fear, embarrassment and sexual
excitement are really amazing.  I got that twinge, well . . .  you know,
down there, despite my common sense.  I mean, after all, I WAS naked only a
few feet from a good-looking stranger who hopefully had no clue about what
he had stumbled across.  Part of me would just die if he saw my small
breasts and yet part of me was hoping that he would.  I know that doesn't
make sense but that's my best description of what I was feeling.

   I started to walk sideways trying to get out of his path but he paddled
a bit toward me saying, "You want to try out my raft?  It's really neat
riding the waves to shore."

   My voice cracked as I said politely, but forcefully, "Ah, no thanks.  I
would rather just swim alone."

   He was a persistent little bastard, "Oh COME ON, You'll love it.  I'm an
OK guy.  Let's hang out for a little while."

   He was moving about 15 feet from me and I just knew he would figure I
was naked any second, if he hadn't already done so.  That's all I needed
was a guy my age either getting the wrong idea about me seeing my nudity
and taking advantage of me or worse, reporting me to the authorities.  I
turned my back to him saying rather rudely, "Look, I just want to be left
alone, OK?  Nothing against you, I just don't want to play right now,
that's all."

   He apologized for intruding and thankfully started paddling his raft
away.  As he left, I realized that he was a decent sort and that I could
maybe he might unwittingly help me.  I asked him if he knew where my hotel
was.  I told him a friend of mine was staying there and I might like to
visit her, if I could figure out which one it was.  "Beats me.  I'm from
Ohio and I don't know much about this area," he said as he caught another
wave and rode it toward the shore.

   By now the sun was starting to go down.  I retraced my path parallel to
the shore thinking maybe I had indeed past the hotel or perhaps finding
Glenda.  WHERE THE HELL WAS SHE??  There were less and less people on the
beach as dusk overtook the daylight.  She should be easy to spot now I
thought.  Surely she hadn't LEFT me?  Had she?

   I stopped and almost gave up wishing I would just be carried off into
the dark ocean.  It's funny how your mind works in a crisis.  Out of the
clear blue, I noticed what a perfect sunset I was witnessing, alone, naked
in the warm water.  The colors were magnificent.  It was like a fairy tale
experience.  I began to get really turned on.  I don't mean a "little"
aroused.  I mean REALLY HORNY!  Maybe it was my body's way of coping with
stress or maybe my true side was coming out.  Either way I was starting to
enjoy myself.  In the relative anonymity of the Internet, I will confess to
you that I started to play with myself.  It was an almost surreal
experience, masturbating in public, well, sort of in public anyway.

   It was dark now and the lights of the hotels against the darkness were
really pretty.  I was on the verge of orgasm when I heard my name being
called out at a distance, "TORRE?  Is that you out there?"

   I almost ignored the distant sounding call but came to my senses when I
heard my name again.  It was GLENDA!  I recognized her voice.  DAMN!  What
lousy timing!!!  When I needed her she wasn't anywhere to be found and now
I was enjoying a "private" moment, she showed up.

   I couldn't see her but her shouting was trailing off away from me.  I
didn't want to lose her so I shouted back, "GLENDA?  IS THAT YOU?"
Fortunately she heard me and yelled, I'M OVER HERE!" I looked but didn't
see her at first.  I started walking under water toward the sound of her
voice and soon I saw her - AND ABOUT SIX OTHER GIRLS next to her!!  They
were all looking out into the ocean I guess trying to find me.  At first I
was angry.  What were those girls doing with her?  Then, I realized maybe
she had asked them for their help in finding me, as it was pretty late.

   As I crept toward shore I kept ducking lower and lower under the water
trying to remain covered.  Even though it was dark out in the water, there
were lights illuminating the beach and I wasn't taking ANY chances.  When I
got as close to shore as I dared I stopped.

   "Hi Torre," said Glenda playfully.  "Enjoy your afternoon swim?" I
replied sarcastically, "OH, you are just TOO funny?" The girls that were
with her giggled at my retort.  Before I could ask the obvious, Glenda
replied.  "It's OK to come out Torre, these girls know EVERYTHING." I
didn't like how she put emphasis on the word EVERYTHING.

   "What do you mean?" I asked nervously.  She explained that she got
worried when she couldn't find me and called a couple friends together and
they brought along a couple of their friends to help search for me.  Of
course, she HAD to tell them about my dares and what had happened that day.
So much for my secret side.

   "Come on out," Glenda said.  "I'll bet you're tired of that water by
now?"

   "Oh, NO!" I replied.  "Just bring me my towel and I'll cover up out
here. I've shown my body to enough people today, thank you very much."

   There was an awkward silence and then my friend spoke, "Towel?  What
towel?  Oh, you mean YOUR towel - the dog disappeared with that.  Haven't a
clue where it went," she said with glee.

   "HA,HA!" I said, "Very funny.  I don't care what towel it is, just bring
it out to me!" I said impatiently.

   "Any of you girls have a towel for Torre here?" Glenda asked mockingly
and I saw that they all shook their heads "no".  It was then I realized
that every one of them, including Glenda, was fully dressed.  No one was in
swimwear.  They had on shorts and shirts and one had on a dress!  No one
had anything in their hands!

   Growing angry now I said, "How do you expect me to get to our room?"

   They all laughed as one of the other girls giggled and said, "Walk?  Or
maybe RUN?"

   "Oh come on, you've had your fun.  You don't REALLY expect me to walk
through a crowded hotel lobby stark naked do you?" I said hoping to put an
end to this foolishness.

   Glenda took control and explained, "Torre, your dare was to remain naked
EXCEPT for a towel and, well, it's not OUR fault you lost your towel."
There was more laughter from everyone.  "I guess you'll just have to remain
unclothed until tomorrow.  Come on!  It will be fun and these girls are
willing to help."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "You CAN'T BE SERIOUS?  You are
ALL out of your frickin' minds!" I said.

   Glenda explained that she read about something on an Internet site that
she always wanted to try but never had the opportunity, until now that is.
She asked me to trust her and everything would be OK and that I would have
the time of my life without getting into trouble.  She wouldn't explain
further except to repeat that she wanted me to just TRUST her - not knowing
the details would be part of the fun for me.

   I just stayed crouched in the water thinking it over.  I figured that
Glenda was my only hope available to me so I might as well give in and see
what she had in mind.  I mean I couldn't stay out here all night . . .  and
- I WAS still aroused!  My hormones were getting the best of my common
sense at that point.  "What do you want me to do?" I asked meekly and with
resignation.

   My friend gave her companions a knowing look and the girls crept closer
to the water's edge forming a single-file line.  "OK," Glenda said, "You
can come out now.  My friends will screen you from view."

   Reluctantly, I stood up still covering myself.  Glenda motioned me
forward out of the shadows of the water and I followed her lead until I was
standing on the shore next to them.  Without saying a word all the girls
did an about face and the two in front started walking away.  As they did I
instinctively did the same staying close to them.  The rest of the girls
formed a circle around me so that there were two girls in front of me, two
on my left side and two behind me and Glenda on my right side nearest the
water.

   "See, we will keep a tight circle around you and that way no one will
see that you -(TM)re a nasty girl running around without a stitch of
clothing to cover yourself." One girl overcome with excitement said,
"Ooooh, this is going to be so fun!"

   Having the girls - strangers really, pressing so close to my naked body
was somehow very arousing in a daring sort of way.  I still kept my arms
across my chest and pelvis as I walked.  With a little practice we were
able to walk staying close to each other and we all moved as a unit.  The
group then turned toward the right and walked parallel to the shore.

   "Where are we going?" I asked nervously.

   "Oh, our hotel is about a half a mile up the beach," But we need to do
something first." Glenda said with authority.



   The Towel Dare - Part 3 Fri Nov 1 13:03:40 2002 162.39.196.151

   The Towel Dare - Part 3

   "Oh, our hotel is about a half a mile up the beach," But we need to do
something first." Glenda said with authority.

   I didn't like the sound of that and I somehow knew that it was no use
asking what she meant.  As we walked along the beach we passed an
occasional couple combing the beach looking for shells or enjoying the
moonlight.  I was scared to death that someone might say something or make
a scene but no one paid any us attention.  The girls kept up a rambling
conversation so as to appear that we were just a group out roaming around.
I started to get pretty aroused again as I allowed myself the opportunity
to enjoy the moment . . .that is until the group suddenly turned toward a
building.  "Is that our hotel?" I asked nervously.

   "Yes.  This is it.  And I have already planned out the best route to get
to our room.  Just follow my lead," Glenda said reassuringly.

   The closer the building got the more nervous I became.  My palms were
sweaty and my mouth went dry and I swear that my heart had never pounded so
fast before in my whole life!  We headed for a back door.  One of the girls
opened the exit door and we carefully walked in two-by-two and regrouped in
a circle after entering the building.  Fortunately there was no one about.
I almost fainted when the corridor we had been following opened out onto
the lobby!!!  "I can't go out there!" I whispered in protest!

   No one paid me any attention.  They just kept walking and so I had no
choice but to follow.  The marble floor felt cold on my bare feet and made
me very scared.  People were EVERYWHERE milling about.  It's amazing how
many people are out and about at 10:00pm.  We headed for a bank of
elevators and one of the girls pushed the "up" button.  I was so nervous -
no make that absolutely TERRIFIED standing naked with my bare ass facing
the lobby registration desk with only two people between my flesh and
certain exposure.  "Where the HELL is that elevator?!" I mentally cursed to
myself.  FINALLY, I heard a ding and the doors opened.  My legs about gave
out from under me though as the group had to step aside so that a swarm of
people could exit the elevator to the lobby.  Much to my relief we were the
only people waiting to get on.

   As soon as the doors closed all the girls started giggling and turned
around to give me a "high five." Our celebration was short lived as the
lift came to a stop on the next floor - The Mezzanine Level.  The girls had
barely enough time to line up in front of me as the door opened.  I was now
standing with my butt pressed against the back of the elevator panel with
all 6 girls in front of me.  Five more people - 3 women and 2 men got on in
front of our party.  A lady pressed the button for the 15th floor!

   I immediately realized that I was screwed.  How was I going to get
off??! We had to exit on the 8th floor.  This group was going up to the
15th!!  There was no way I could think of that we could form a circle and
exit gracefully without exposing me!  Thank God everyone was facing the
doors.  Have you ever noticed that everyone always faces the doors we
riding on an elevator?  I am not sure why that happens but I was awfully
glad that they were doing exactly that!

   The floors counted off - 3rd . . .4th . . .5th . . .6th. . .7th and then
- I let out a tiny gasp as we stopped on the 8th floor.  The doors opened
and somehow our group scrunched together trying to get off and the others
kept facing forward and stepped aside.  We did it!  WE got off in a circle
- and although we shoved a few people here and there no one seemed to
notice my nudity and those remaining on the elevator continued in
conversation about the reception they had been attending.  We had made it
into the hallway without discovery - that is until the STUPID two girls
behind me turned to the LEFT when Glenda and everyone else turned to the
right toward our room!!  I guess they didn't know which way we were going
to turn (or else the stupid bitches did it on purpose!!) Regardless, the
two behind me end up squealing with laughter and stooped toward us drawing
attention to me.

   "Hey!" said a man on the elevator, "That girl is NAKED!" Another woman
answered almost immediately.  "Well, "I'll be damned!" Just then I heard
the elevator doors start to close and I wasn't about to wait for our party
to regroup.  I just bolted ahead of everyone running naked down the hotel
corridor toward Glenda's room.  I just knew that the elevator people - or
at least the guys would give chase.  Glenda and the girls ran after me
laughing like a bunch of high school kids the whole time.  When we reached
they door, Glenda had to fumble through her pocket to find the room key
card.  Why she didn't have it already in hand I'll never know.  I kept
trying to quiet the girls so as not to attract attention.  I must live
right because no one had followed us.

   Once inside the room I collapsed on the bed.  I was exhausted!  Glenda
suggested I take a shower, which sounded like a great idea to me, as I was
sticky from the ocean salt water.  After I was through, that RAT friend of
mine wouldn't let me have a towel!  She made me dry myself with her hair
dryer!!

   When I re-entered the room two girls were seated in the two available
chairs and the beds were taken up by the others as they reclined in
comfort. I had to stand - once again on display.  Glenda introduced
everyone and of course they all wanted to talk about my dares and why I did
them and stuff.  They wouldn't leave it alone and they all thought I was
very brave for pulling them off.  I felt kind of like a celebrity talking
about my adventures to this enthusiastic audience.  I wasn't even
embarrassed until one of the younger girls boldly asked, "Are you horney
right now?"

   What a question!  My face flushed beat red and the room got hot all of a
sudden.  "Awe," said another, "How cute!  She's embarrassed!" That comment
made me feel even more humiliated.  The truth of the matter was that I was
VERY aroused.  Even though it was just us girls I was titillated by the
fact that these "strangers" were looking at my body - something I wasn't to
proud of and were actually excited about my nudity.  I was so wet down
there that I could even smell my own sexual scent and feared that the
others could too.  Maybe that's why that girl asked the question.

   We talked for awhile and finally Glenda suggested that she and the girls
go out for pizza as there was a pizzeria just down the block from the
hotel. Boy that sounded good to me.  After they all left I laid down on one
of the beds and fell asleep - I was so worn out from all that swimming and
the excitement of the evening.

   I don't know how long I slept but I finally heard some quiet
conversations in the twilight of being half asleep and half awake.  I
Figured the girls had returned.  Just a few more minutes of sleep, I
thought.  That would be good.  Then I got this funny feeling.  A little
voice in my head was hinting that something was wrong but I dismissed it as
a dream.  I soon became aware, however, that I was laying funny.  I was on
my back and my legs were spread wide apart.  I never sleep like that.  I
quickly opened my eyes and was startled to find that not only had the girls
returned but so had three of their boyfriends!  Realizing that they had a
perfect view of my vagina I quickly closed my legs and yelled, "What the
hell is going on?"

   Glenda laughed and said, "About time you woke up!"

   As I sat up trying to cover myself I asked, "How long have I been . . .
I mean how long have THEY been here?" pointing to the boys in the room.

   "Oh, about half and hour or so.  We tried not to wake you as you looked
so peaceful sleeping just like an angel." Glenda replied with a chuckle.

   I was appalled!  "YOU MEAN YOU ALL HAVE BEEN STARING AT ME EXPOSED LIKE
THIS FOR HALF AN HOUR?" I asked increduously.

   One of the girls chimed in.  "Well, not really the WHOLE half hour, I
mean we've been talking and eating pizza for most of it."

   Another added, "But THAT guy has looked the WHOLE time!" She was
pointing out the window.  I then realized that the drapes were open and a
very older man was sitting in his room in the tower next to ours looking
right at me!!  Everyone laughed hysterically.  "You MADE his day, I'll
bet," Glenda teased.

   "GREAT!" I said as I stomped over to close the curtains.  "Some dirty
old man just got off looking at me." As soon as I had said that I thought
to myself "Gee, some guy actually might have "really" gotten off looking at
ME!" I had never really thought about that before and I must admit I liked
the idea.  Gross mental picture to some of you maybe, but I LIKED the
thought.  I pretended to be pissed off and went into the bathroom and
closed the door.  Actually the real reason I was hiding was because of the
younger men in the room.  I was afraid things might have gotten out of hand
- I was so horny and worked up I wasn't thinking very clearly.

   While sitting on the commode I pondered my situation.  I had no clothes,
no towel and the weekend had barely begun.  I didn't much relish the
thought of spending another 2 days completely naked and I knew that Glenda
would see to it that's how I remained.  I decided that I would try and
drive home before it got daylight.  As I was thinking about what to do I
heard Someone say they had to go as it was getting late.  The others agreed
and soon I realized that everyone had left.

   "You can come out now, everyone's gone," Glenda said.  I meekly peeked
out a crack in the door and looked around just to see if she was lying. 
Sure enough, everyone had indeed left.

   I informed Glenda of my wishes but she was less than supportive.  I had
wanted her to give me something to wear but the rat would have none of it.
She had already hidden the towels and I didn't see a suitcase anywhere. 
"Feel free to leave if that's what you want but don't expect me to help you
cheat on a dare."

   She was right about one thing.  If I did leave I would be cheating and
besides, my "circle" of friends had all left. Glenda then got that really
devilish look in her eyes and said, "It wouldn't be cheating, however, if
you got dared to do another dare, would it?" I nervously shook my head
"no."

   "Well, then," she said, "I DARE you to get to your car in the parking
garage and drive home NAKED!"

   I wanted to go home - but that's not quite how I wanted to get there.  I
was embarrassed enough as it was driving for 4 hours in Interstate traffic
wearing just a bikini.  I couldn't even imagine myself doing it nude! 
Glenda, however, kept after me.  Once she gets something in her head she
can be VERY persuasive.  I find that I just can't seem to say "no" to her.
Have you ever known anyone like that?

   "Come on, if you're going to do it, now's the time," she reasoned. 
"It's 2:30 in the morning.  It's not going to get anymore deserted the
longer you wait.  I'll go with you to the parking garage,"

   I wasn't so sure.  "What if I just stay here in our room until Sunday?
Would you be happy then?" I asked.

   Glenda smiled and said.  "That's OK too but, How are you going to get
home Sunday afternoon after checkout?  I cut up your bikini remember?"
Glenda also told me that if I stayed she would see to it that I was exposed
much more than I planned on.  At this point I wasn't sure if she wanted me
to stay OR go but my hormones were in high gear and the thought of skulking
through a hotel nude to get to my car was really awesome!  After I told my
friend of my decision, she planned out our route.  When we were ready to
go, she then did something that I was totally unprepared for - she started
to take HER clothes off.  I could help admiring her body.  For an older
lady she was really pretty.  I thought she might be changing into something
else but once naked she said, "What are you looking at - you can't have ALL
the fun by yourself.  Besides, if I'm with you to your car like this it
will give you confidence."

   She was right about that.  She opened the door and made sure the coast
was clear.  We then entered the hall and my heart literally skipped a beat
when I heard the door click behind us.  We both "crept" down the hall, half
hunched over like a bunch of burglars or something.  I just knew that at
any minute someone was going to open their room door and we would be
trapped like deer in a car's headlights.  It was very quite though.  When
we passed under a air conditioning vent the cold air made me feel REALLY
exposed and vulnerable.  What was I doing?  I'm mean this wasn't a small
parking lot here - it was a swanky hotel?  The thrill of it all made it
much more exciting for me and my, hmmm, I am so humiliated just writing
this, let's just say I got "wet" down there so heavy that the more I walked
the more it started to run down the inside of my thighs!  That's how
excited I was.  Up to that point I had never experienced that before.





   The Towel Dare - 4 Fri Nov 1 13:18:01 2002 162.39.196.151

   The Towel Dare - Part 4

   My heart started pounding faster as my friend pushed the elevator "down"
button.  "What are you doing?" I asked.  "We can go down to the lobby?!"
Glenda assured me that wasn't the case.  She was going to the Mezzanine
level where the almost certain to be empty at this time of morning
conference rooms were located and then take the back stairs to the parking
garage.  My legs almost gave way again when the elevator dinged and the
doors started to open.  I just KNEW that someone would be on it.  There
wasn't, thank goodness.  We got in and she pushed the button and after the
doors closed, Glenda put her arms around me and gave me a big hug asking.
"Isn't this fun?" I had never been hugged by a naked lady before.  It felt,
ah, different and in my state most pleasing.

   All too soon the door opened to the 3rd floor Mezzanine level and we got
off.  Luckily there didn't seem to be a soul around.  We were careful to
stay away from the railing and the edge of the balcony overlooking the
lobby 2 floors below so as not to be seen.  It took us awhile to find the
exit stairs.  Opening the door made a lot of noise - well enough noise to
make me worried that someone would hear us down below, and luckily no alarm
sounded.  We hurried down the stairs and carefully open the bottom door. 
So far so good.  The parking garage was only a few feet away.  My car was
on the third level and I thought we were going to take the garage stairs
but NOOooooo - my friend had OTHER ideas.  She wanted us to walk up the
ramps and convinced me that we could easily find cover among the rows of
parked cars if we had to.  Once again, she won out and up the ramp we
tread. The garage was a portrait of shadows and bright lights.  We were
either very concealed in darkness or our naked bodies, all our secret
parts, brightly illuminated to whoever wanted to look.  The sounded of the
highway down below didn't help my fears either.  When we got to the third
level Glenda, I thought, lost her mind.  She boldly walked right up to the
edge of the garage and stood her naked little self out where the cars on
the street below could see her and stood there, arms out-stretched and
breathed deeply.  "What the hell are you doing?!" I whispered.  She
chuckled and replied, "Just taking in the night air.  It's beautiful out
don't you think?"

   I shook my head and made a beeline for my car.  I got in and started the
engine.  That brought Glenda running to me.  She gave me a hug and told me
to be careful.  I saw her standing there in my rear view mirror, waving
goodbye as I turned the corner.  I thought about her for a nanosecond
hoping she would make it back to her room OK.  My thoughts quickly turned
to whether or not there was an attendant on duty this late.  I couldn't
remember if there was a gate or not as I arrived the day before.  There
wasn't and I was home free as I drove out onto the 4-lane highway that ran
in front of the hotel.

   I kept telling myself that all I had to do was drive carefully and pay
attention to the speed limits.  I was sure that no one could see in as I
drove along in the darkness as I couldn't see in other cars as they drove
passed by me.

   After about two hours of Interstate driving I began to get worried.  My
gas gauge was lower than I thought!  I kept wondering if I could make it
all the way home.  The farther I drove the more convinced I became that I
wasn't going to make it.  If I had to take a chance and get gas or worse
yet run out of gas, I wasn't going to do it close to home!  I decided to
look for a gas station where I could pay by my gas credit card and one that
was arranged where I could pump the gas without being seen.  It took five,
count them FIVE exits of the Interstate before I found one that I thought I
could pull it off.  This one had Waaaay to bright of lights but there where
like rows and rows of gas pumps and it was deserted.  The station was
perpendicular to the street and had two bays of pumps with the store in the
middle.  I pulled up to the farthest row on the side of the store away from
the street.  There was an empty lot of trees behind me so that I felt
pretty safe that I could get out of my car.  My gas tank is on the driver's
side so I was able to leave my door open to screen me from anyone quickly
driving around the building.  I got out and inserted my card.  Then I about
died.  The message on the screen said "SEE ATTENDANT."

   I about jumped back into my car to speed off but I thought for a second
and realized that I had put my card in upside down.  I retried and it
worked and the pump was activated!  I had to stand there to hold the nozzle
as it didn't have one of those locking thingies that would keep the pump
flowing automatically.  The warm breeze reminded me of how exposed I was. I
kept looking around this way and that to be sure no one was looking.  I
started to get nervous as another car pulled up on the other side of the
store so I only put $10 in - enough to get me home anyway, and hurried back
into my car and drove off.  There weren't many cars on the Interstate and I
was in a pretty remote part of the drive.

   About a 1/2 hour later I was feeling pretty safe and aroused and started
thinking some pretty erotic thoughts about all that had happened to me. 
After all, I had been naked now for quite some time and it was all catching
up to me.  I started to touch myself a little and decided to give myself
some much needed relief.  Then it happened.

   The night sky was illuminated by flashing blue lights in the distance,
that were rapidly approaching me from behind.  OH GOD!  Was I speeding?  I
quickly checked and I was legal.  Maybe the attendant at that gas station
saw me and called the cops?  OH SHIT!!  I looked around and there was
nothing in the car to cover with.  As the lights got almost right behind I
pissed all over myself.  I mean I really started to pee.  I couldn't stop
the flow.  My legs were shaking and I could barely keep my foot on the
accelerator.  I was like a pile of Jello.  It was gross.  All I could think
about was going to jail and how I was going to explain this to my friends
and family if they ever found out.  I started to pull over onto the
shoulder to stop figuring I might as well face the music.  There was
nothing I could do.  No sooner had my front wheels hit the rough pavement
of the emergency lane I saw the cop weave over into the lane next to me and
pass me!  He wasn't after me!  I carefully got back into my own lane and
slowed down.  I saw way up ahead that he pulled over a truck that had
passed by me earlier.

   My legs were still shaking and I was shivering all over.  That was a
close call!!  It took almost another hour for me to calm down.  I was so
humiliated.  I had to drive all that way sitting in a soaking wet seat full
of my pee - a reminder of how lucky I had been.  I was running behind
schedule and it was starting to get light out.  All that searching for the
perfect gas station had put me behind where I had hoped to be by now. 
Driving through familiar territory so close to home during the early
sunrise was kind of unnerving and kind of arousing.  Despite all that had
happened I was STILL into being naked.  I think I'm addicted to this stuff.

   I pulled into my driveway and just sat there in the car until I could
convince myself to make a dash for the front door.  I made it OK and YES,
for those of you that are wondering, I got off FINALLY and YES though it's
been awhile I will probably do another dare.

   Oh and Glenda DID finally tell me that when she had tried to get back
into the hotel after I had left, the stairwell door was locked.  She
wouldn't say any more.  I'm guessing she got into trouble otherwise she
would have been bragging about her exploits.  If she ever does tell me what
happened, I'll be sure and tell you.  I hope I didn't bore anyone or that
you guys think me too stupid.  I just had to tell SOMEBODY!