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Subject: {ASSM} The First Dare (exhib)
Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 16:10:03 -0400
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The First Dare

(No sex in this one -- just some nudity -- but it'll lead on to Dare 2. So
read on.)

My name is Aimee. I'm seventeen. I have a friend named June, and as long as
the weather's fine, which it is mostly in Melbourne's summer, we meet every
day at the shops in Ringwood. We are both unemployed -- as so many girls
like us are nowadays. We are both pretty, and reasonably bright, but on
leaving school we had no particular qualifications, and no employer seems to
want us. So we meet most days at the shops and sit in the sun, and grumble
about not having enough money.

A little while ago a man came by. We'd seen him several times before, but
this time he said, "G'day", and we replied with a smile. Next day he also
greeted us, and the third day, after he came out of the shops he sat down
beside us on the long bench. He smiled, said, "G'day", and joined in our
conversation. We didn't mind: although he was much, much older than us, he
was quite good looking, he had a healthy look about him, and a lean, taut
body. His clothes were casual but looked well made: not just blue jeans, but
white canvas slacks, white runners, and a nice casual blue shirt. He didn't
make a pass at us -- he just chatted.

Next day he did the same. We learned his name was Geoff; he said he'd been
successful in business but didn't want just to go on making money with no
time to enjoy what he's made, so he'd retired very early. He told us he'd
got a boat on Port Phillip Bay and a nice house nearby, but he didn't boast
about these things, just told us the facts. He said his wife and he had
separated many years ago, but he didn't go into that.

After a few days chatting with him we got back to moaning about our lack of
money. We couldn't go to the city; we couldn't buy nice clothes; we even
couldn't go to the movies as often as we would like.

Listening to us he said, "I know how you can make some easy money."

We both looked at him a little shocked. June said, quite severely, "We don't
do that sort of thing."

"No, I don't mean that," he said.

"Well, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Would you take a dare?" he said.

"That depends on what it is," answered June. "But how would that make us
money?"

"I'll give you two hundred dollars if you take the dare," he told us. "If
you both do it, that's a hundred dollars each. If only one of you does it,
she'll get the two hundred dollars to herself."

"What's the dare," asked June.

"A walk through the park around Ringwood Lake."

"There must be more to it than that," said June.

"Yes, at night"

"That's it?" I asked.

"No. That's not all. You have to do it naked."

"No way," I said.

"Before you decide, think of the money you'll get. And it's easy, no one
will see you."

"You'll be there. You'll see us," I pointed out.

"Yes. That's true." He didn't attempt to deny the obvious. "But the dare is,
would you do it? For two hundred dollars."

"No," I said; but perhaps a little doubtfully this time.

"Look. Before you say no, come and have a look. You'll see it's not so
scary."

"Well..." we both said together.

"Stay here and think about it. I'll go and get my car."

"OK."


While he was away we talked about the dare. We both had good young bodies
and we were proud of them. When we did manage to get to the beach at Western
Port Bay we wore string bikinis, and took off the tops, so going naked didn'
t phase us all that much. But naked, in the dark, and with that man? That
would be different from on a beach. On the other hand, a hundred dollars
each would be nice.

He was back in about twenty minutes. In a shiny beige Mercedes. We were
impressed. He leaned across and opened the passenger door, and we both
squeezed in.

He drove us around to the highway and stopped by the park that surrounds the
small lake. He got out, walked around the car and opened the passenger door
for us to get out. Very polite.

"See, it'll be dark," he said. "When you're sure no-one is around, you'll
take your clothes off here, by the car. Then you can run into the trees.
No-one will see you. I'll drive to the other end of the park and wait for
you there. With your two hundred dollars."

He walked into the park with us following him.

"From here, there are three ways to the other end," he told us. "One is
around the far side of the lake. There's a path, but there's no way off if
someone should come along it; not that that's likely at night. But it's
gravel, and it'll hurt your feet."

"Can't we wear shoes?" I asked.

"No. You have to be naked," he said.

"What are the other ways then?" June asked. Of course we'd been to Ringwood
Lake before, it was only a k from where we lived, but we hadn't studied the
ways around it.

"There's another path this side of the lake," he told us. "That's the most
direct route, but again, it's stony, and there's nowhere to hide along that
way either. I don't want you to be seen."

"And the third way?" asked June.

"The best way is right ahead of us. Let's have a look."

He walked out of the trees at the edge of the park and across the grass to
the small copse. We followed.

"See, you can run across here, and when you're sure no-one is around, you
can walk around the edge of those trees. If you do see anyone, there's
plenty of places to hide."

We all walked around the copse. Next was a small open field, with more trees
at its right side, along the edge of the lake.

"Over to the left is the casino," he said. "It'll be lit up at night, but it
's screened by those pines, and you'll be in shadow. So you can walk, or
run, across this grass; or if you're worried, you can take the long way,
close to those trees."

"I'd prefer the long way, I think," I said. Then I realised what I'd said: I
was agreeing. He smiled. I blushed.

We walked across the field to where the pine trees and the bushes and trees
around the lake converged, leaving a path between them.

"Now, you go along the path," he said, "and around to the right, between the
old miner's cottage and the wooden pit head tower." These were museum pieces
in the park, and hadn't been used for a hundred years at least. "The path
goes down to the little stream that feeds the lake."

We walked that way to the stream. The path ran through it and was concreted
over where it went through the water. The stream was only a few inches deep
and a metre and a half wide.

"We'll have to jump over the water now," he told us, "but when you're here
with bare feet, you can just walk through it."

We all took a run at the stream and jumped over it.

"Finally," he said, "there's this path on the left that goes through to the
end of the park where I'll be waiting for you. There's trees either side all
along it, and plenty of places to hide. But there'll be no-one here at
night."

We walked along the path and out of the park. A road ended there with a
large circular place for cars to turn around.

"That's where I'll be waiting for you. With your two hundred dollars."

We turned and strolled slowly back through the park, this time along the
lakeside. It was sunny and warm and peaceful. There were ducks on the pond
and bird song all around.

When he reached the car, he asked us, "Well, will you do it?"

June and I looked at each other. Some unspoken message passed between us. We
both turned to him

"OK," we said together.


As he drove us back to the shops, we discussed details.

"Right, I'll pick you up this evening," he said.

"This evening!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, this evening. At nine o'clock at the shops. It's a nice warm day
today, and the evening will be warm too. It'll be quite dark by then, and
no-one will be around in the park."

"OK," agreed June.

"I suggest that you each wear a frock, with no underwear," he said. "That'll
let you undress quickly."

We agreed again, but a little doubtfully.

"Come on," he said, "It'll be a great adventure. You'll enjoy it. And make
some money."

This time we agreed more enthusiastically. He let us off at the shops, and
he went into the small branch bank there to get two fresh, crisp, hundred
dollar notes. He waved them at us as he came out.

When he had driven off, June and I discussed the dare. We were both a bit
afraid, but excited too. We arranged to meet at the shops a little before
nine o'clock that evening. Dressed as he had suggested.


We met at the agreed time. We both wore short summer dresses, and we giggled
when we admitted to each other that we had nothing on underneath them. We
also wore shoes, those clunky things that are in fashion now.

A little while later he arrived in his car, leaned across to open the
passenger door, and we both squeezed into the front seat again. He welcomed
us, saying he was delighted that we hadn't had second thoughts. And then he
drove us around to the highway that bordered the park. The road was dark
except for the high street lamps, and there was little traffic. The park
bordering the road was almost black.

"I suggest you take your shoes off and leave them on the back seat of the
car," he said.

We both leaned down, took off our shoes and put them in the back.

"Take a look along the road to be sure no-one is around."

June took a long look through the windscreen, and I swivelled around to look
out of the back window. There was no-one.

"OK. Let's get out."

He went around to our side of the car and opened the door for us to get out.
Me first, then June.

He looked at June, who seemed to be slightly the braver of us.

"Turn round, June. Aimee, help her off with her dress."

I found the hook and eye at June's neck and undid it; then unbuttoned the
back of her dress. June shrugged the dress off of her shoulders, lowered it,
and stepped out of it, showing a shapely back, her lovely bottom and long
legs. She turned round, hugging the dress to her front, and hiding her
breasts and... lower down.

"June, would you help Aimee, please."

I turned my back to June, who tried to undo the hook and eye at my neck with
one hand, while the other tried to hide her breasts with her dress. She
eventually had to use both hands, trying to keep herself covered by pressing
against my back. From Geoff's smile, I don't know that she was very
successful.

When June had managed to unbutton my dress, I turned my back to Geoff,
lowered it to my knees and stepped out, giving him a look at my bottom. I
turned towards him with my dress held in front of me.

"Ready," he asked.

We both nodded.

He held his hands out for our dresses. June tossed her dress into his face,
closely followed by mine, and we ran off laughing into the trees at the edge
of the park, leaving him with just a glimpse of our bare bottoms before we
disappeared into the foliage.


We stopped in the trees.

It was all dark around us, but there was light from the moon, illuminating
the grass in front of us, and in the distance at the left we could see the
lights from the casino, and beyond that, the road. June held her hand out to
me and I took it. We had never been naked like this, together, and for me at
least it added spice to the adventure. We both had slim bodies and small
high breasts, and a touch of curly hair at the junction of our thighs.
Crouched in the darkness of the trees, we could see little of each other,
but what I could see of June looked lovely. If Geoff could see us now...

"Can you see anyone?" June asked.

I looked all around. Nothing moved. "No," I replied.

"Then let's run across that grass to the next trees," she said.

"O.K." I said. "One... two... three." And we ran across the grass to the
trees, hand in hand.

When we got to the trees, we crouched down, our bodies pressed together -- I
don't know why, it just seemed right at that moment -- and we looked around.
No movement; nothing to be seen, except the lights of the casino beyond the
pine trees in the distance. We were just relaxing and thinking of our next
move when we heard a sound behind us in the trees. Someone was watching us!

It sounded like someone blowing a raspberry -- ridiculing our nakedness and
our fear! We were really scared. But then the sound came again -- more
clearly this time. June was about to run away, but this time I recognised
the sound, and grasped her hand to stop her running.

"Don't worry, June," I said. "It's only a `possum. I've heard that sound
before."

June seemed to collapse a little. Then she straightened up and let out a
long sigh.

"Oooh. I was so scared," she said.

We got our breath back -- not from the run but from our fright. Then we
started walking hand in hand in the grass around the edge of the trees to
where the pines in front of the casino met. The grass felt good on my bare
feet, and the warm air on my body. I was beginning to enjoy nakedness in the
dark and the open air -- with a nude June beside me.

There was a gap and a path of beaten earth between the pines on our left,
and the trees and bushes on our right. From behind one of the large pines we
peered through the gap. Just in front was the miner's cottage. All dark.
Nothing moving. Beyond was the pit head tower, a skeleton rearing up into
the sky. Nothing moving there either.

We flitted along the path, through the gap to the shadow of the cottage.
Creeping along to its left corner we peered around. We could see down the
path to the stream and just hear the trickle of water. No cover there along
the path, but all was quiet.

We walked quickly along the path to the stream and walked right through it.
Although the evening was warm the water was very cold on our bare feet. We
walked up the other side to the bend where the path ran 100 yards out of the
park. We sheltered behind a tree and looked along the path. Nothing moved.
But outside we could just see a road with houses and street lights. If
anyone came out of one of the houses...

Gathering our courage again, we flitted from tree to tree along the path. We
were in the middle of the path and almost at the entrance when a figure
moved out from the shadow of a tree.

June and I stopped dead; and we both gasped out loud.

The figure was still a moment, looking at us. Then, "It's OK, girls, it's
only me."

We laughed in relief, and we both ran towards him along the middle of the
path, modesty forgotten. He held his arms out and we both ran into them. He
hugged us to him, and then he turned and walked us towards the car, his arms
around our waists. He opened the passenger door, and we squeezed in again.
He went round to the driver's seat and got in. He looked at us. We were
cuddled together, naked and giggling.

"Enjoy your adventure, girls?"

"It was exciting," answered June. I agreed.

June looked around. "Where are our dresses?"

"I'll give them to you when you've got your money," he told us.

"Where's the money then?" I asked.

"Do you remember passing the pit head tower?"

"Yes," we both replied.

"Well, that's where your money is."

"Oh," I exclaimed; and, "that's cheating," accused June.

"Yes, I know. It is a bit. But let's go and get it, shall we?"

If looks could kill! But he grinned at us and got out of the car. He went
round to our side and let us out. We stood there, completely naked. He
walked towards the park entrance. We had no option but to follow, holding
each others' hands.

He walked along the path to the stream, and leaped across. We just walked
through the water. We went up the path to the pit head tower.

It was about 50 feet high, made of old stripped tree trunks, each about a
foot across. There were two platforms, and above the upper one, the trunks
came nearly together, holding two large spoked wheels which used to take the
cage full of miners down into the pit and up again after their shift. There
were wooden steps up to the two platforms.

"Where is the money?" asked June.

"Up there," He said, pointing to the upper platform.

We ran across to the steps and raced up, no doubt giving him a delightful
view of our bare bottoms, and more. He followed. We continued up the second
flight of steps to the upper platform.

"Where?" asked June.

He pointed to the two small plastic bags pinned to one of the uprights at
the top of the steps. We both grabbed the bags. Inside each was a crisp
hundred dollar note. We were delighted.

"Come on," he said, "I'll take you home."

We both went to him and put an arm around his waist; our nakedness
forgotten. We walked down the steps and along the path back to the car. We
all splashed through the stream -- and he didn't seem to mind at all getting
his feet wet.

When we got back to the car he reached under the driver's seat and gave us
our dresses. We slipped them on, at last hiding our bodies from him, and
then got into the car. He went round and got in. We retrieved our shoes from
the back seat and put them on as well.

"Have a great time, girls?" he asked.

June leant across and kissed him on the cheek. "Fabulous," she said.

I agreed. It was scary, but all had gone well; and he hadn't broken his word
not to get fresh with us. "We had a great time," I said.

He drove us back to the shops.

I wondered if he had more in mind for later.

(see The Second Dare... following shortly)

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