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Megan here again. Still haven’t figured out how to post on my own as a guest yet so I’m still using my friend’s sign on.
Okay you guys. I’m a bit nervous and pretty embarrassed about posting this but some of comments about my trail experience sort of gave me a little courage to post something else. This post is about the very first time I was EVER seen naked by Hooked. This experience made me want to try other things. I’m not much of a writer so I’m going to do what feels comfortable for me. I’m posting my email to a friend of mine about what happened that night and then posting Hooked’s letter to my friend from his point of view. I tried writing up a longer version myself but Hooked writes so much better than me I thought I’d just paste a copy of what he wrote back then cause I like what he said (and, after finally reading what he wrote, in part that’s the reason I kinda was convinced he was an okay guy to do stuff like this with.) Now there might be a lot a stuff that makes no sense so you might have to wade through the boring stuff first (boring to you maybe but NOT to me!). I tried to edit out stuff but it seemed to have lost some of the flavor of what happened that night when I did that so I’m doing it this way, K? I edited out (Hooked says “redacted”) proper names and real locations to protect my privacy. Hooked says there are a lota weirdoes out there so it’s safer this way so I hope ya’ll understand.
ASH:
I just walked inside and I just HAD to write ya right away! I have to pinch myself as I’m writing this just to be sure I’m not dreaming. I’m sitting in my house naked typing this. I’m naked not because I’m about to go to bed. Hell no! I’m naked because [Hooked’s] got my clothes!
Wait. That was the best part but so much more happened that I gotta tell ya about first! I’ve never been treated so royally by anyone ever in my entire life. It was a dream I tell ya, it was like a fuckin dream! I got dressed in the outfit that I bought with [Hooked’s] money. I did like you told me to do. I wore a blouse and an above the knee skirt, I had a sweater like wrap too. The best thing about this is that I can use it again for other things like work or stuff.
The museum rocked! I didn’t want to leave. I really didn’t. Guess what? I saw that picture you sent me of the bent up clocks. I really saw it in person! How fuckin amazing is that? Sorry I’m a bit tipsy. I had 4 big glasses of wine tonight and on top of all the excitement I’m feeling pretty good bout now! I was surprised though in that it wasn’t all that big the painting I mean not the wine glasses. I thought it be like be huge or something. It wasn’t much bigger than a piece of typing paper. Well, maybe a little bigger but not much.
[Hooked] was so surprised that I knew about that picture. I had such a wonderful time and he taught me so much. He also taught me about Impressionist painters. That was cool. The whole museum thing was fab. We even went outside on a balcony thing to listen to this classical group of musicians play some pretty neat stuff. It wasn’t loud but it was pretty. I had wine too and I didn’t have to sneak around to get it. They gave it to me! I felt like a princess. Yep, tonight I was Princess Megan, and I don’t mean the kind with a whip for once.
Diner was awesome too. I was expecting this huge place but it was small and really cozy but boy was it fancy. When I saw what [Hooked] was going to pay for our meals I felt really guilty and told him we didn’t need to stay but he would have none of that. He actually said I DESERVED it! He really said that and I believe he meant it. I deserved it. I wanted to melt onto the floor!!!
There were only like 10 or so tables in the whole place and the waiters – they lined the walls and were so quiet and attentive. I barely had my glass half gone and they were right there filling it up. The served us stuff in small portions. [Hooked] called them courses. And in between these courses they gave us stuff to cleanse our palates so we’d be ready to enjoy what they were serving next. It was all really exciting wondering what they were going to bring out next. Once they even gave us a small scoop of sherbet not for dessert but to make our mouths ready for the next course. How cool is that?! Of course you probably are very used to things like that as I can tell you grew up with a lot of culture in your life. I’ve never eaten at any place like that. And they had real candles on the table and a guy softly playing a real baby grand piano while we ate. If this is what it’s like to be queen where do I sign up? LOL.
We played a stripping game on the way home just like the ones you guys might play. I wanted to see what it felt like and you with all your teasing with naked OMG pictures of whatever that black thing was suggesting I try and buy something like that got me all worked up and I just had to see if I liked it or not. I’ve fantasized about stuff like that for years, even dreaded it in my dreams. Well guess what? I LOVE it! I was scared to death being my first time and all. People were driving by our vehicle and I was naked inside! But I’m here to tell you I was wet as I’ve ever been and that was with a damn tampon in as I was afraid I’d start my period. I didn’t though thank goodness but I’m due any time. Sorry, that’s gross.
[Hooked] even made me run to my house naked. Okay he didn’t “make” me but He suggested it and I went for it before I changed my mind. That was a fucking blast! I see why you had such a good time when you came out of that park and found your clothes were gone that day of you and [Hooked’s] moon dare. I thought maybe you guys were a little crazy. Now you are my heroes!
I gotta take a shower. I smell like, you know. Maybe I’ll tweak the old magic button a little first!
Let me know if [Hooked] had a good time. I was afraid to really push it by asking though I think he did. Okay, what I really want to know is god this is embarrassing I feel like I’m in 5th grade, what I really want to know is did he like my body? Don’t ask him for pete’s sakes but if he says anything, let me know K? damn this is the most I’ve ever written anybody. Now I know why [Hooked] writes such long emails its because he HAS to! The words just gotta come out!
Megan
Now here’s [Hooked’s] letter about what happened. Keep in mind I never saw this for weeks after we played this game. I finally convinced my friend to send it to me after [Hooked] and I began playing fairly regularly.
Ashley:
IT WORKED!!! It all fell into place. I am so pleased!!!! Now If Megan only thinks the same way about this evening as I did I’ll be ecstatic. This whole night was supposed to build her self-confidence and expose her to the arts and take her view of the world to a different level. Time will tell. Oh, sure, I got her to expose a few other things as well but that was just icing on the cake so-to-speak. You said you wanted to know what happened so as best as I can recall this is how our evening went.
I picked her up at a little before 3:00pm. She looked unbelievably pretty. She had her hair done up with long curls – a change from her usual straight hair. She had a cream-colored wrap over her shoulders and a dark blue skirt and floral pattern cream-colored blouse. She had just enough make-up on to look elegant without over doing it. She was misting an enchanting perfume about herself as she let me in. I wonder sometimes if women know how strong an impression a subtle perfume makes. Every time a guy subsequently smells that fragrance his thoughts immediately are transported back to the person that originally made that impression by wearing it. I won’t soon forget that scent I can tell you; Giorgio I think.
Conversation was stilted at first as we drove to [city redacted]. I think she was nervous and seemed somewhat stiff. At first I thought she seemed like she was trying to look and act sophisticated or something – maybe perhaps just unsure of herself because we were going to a museum and then to a fancy restaurant making her feel a bit out of her element for a simple country girl. She kept quiet and didn’t say much. I complimented her again on her choice of clothing and her long curls and she seemed pleased that I liked how she spent her allowance. We talked about a variety of things and the more we talked the more relaxed she eventually became.
I took her to the museum first. We made good time as everyone was leaving the city as we were driving into it. We arrived about 5:00pm. Our tickets not only included admission to the museum but also included a lecture on Salvador Dali – the featured exhibition going on this month. Megan didn’t seem interested in attending the lecture. She was more interested in exploring. Initially I stayed with her and we looked at his paintings together. We talked about each one and what she liked or didn’t like about what she was seeing. To my surprise she really seemed to enjoy most of it. After a while when I sensed she was more comfortable, I slowly drifted away pretending to look at things on the other side of the hall then gradually increased my distance so that I wouldn’t make her feel like I was looking over her shoulder all the time making her self-conscious.
You will love this! After about 20 minutes of wandering by myself, I hear this excited voice trying not to be too loud but still very enthusiastically calling my name as she hurried towards me. “[Hooked], I know this one! Come see! I found a painting I actually know!” She grabbed me by the arm and literally pulled me back down the hall finally stopping in front of a painting. “That one is called Time. Isn’t beautiful? I know that one. I’ve seen it. I can’t believe I’m standing here seeing the actual real painting!” (Actually it was called “The Persistence of Memory” but I didn’t correct her.) She squeezed my arm so hard with excitement I had to gently pry it away. I’m not sure how she knew about that particular painting but it was clear that she was really thrilled at getting to see it in person. I’m guessing that you must have sent her that picture or something because I doubt she would have seen it elsewhere. So I asked her why she liked it so much as she stood there admiring it. She told me that she liked the bent clocks and the colors and the cartoon feel of the painting. We stood there looking at it for a while and then talked about how it was part of a whole series of paintings by Dali about “time”. She eagerly took it all in. I talked to her about the importance of the viewer to the artist. I told her that a painting, a poem, a story or a play isn’t really art until someone sees it and gets something from it. She looked at me funny so I continued stressing that each viewer of that painting carries something different away after seeing it. Some people feel good about it, some sad, some feel contempt, others might feel joy. If an artist evokes feelings from his work he has succeed in creating art.
She looked at me funny so I continued. I asked her what Dali might have felt like if he saw how excited she was at seeing this particular painting. She of course thought he’d be pleased. I asked her what she thought he would think if people mumbled that it was disturbing or utter trash. She replied that he might be sad. I told her I thought he might still be pleased because his painting touched them or affected them in some way – the viewers reacted to it. I then asked what he would think if nobody had come to the exhibit at all. She just looked at me. I said that if that happened his work would be for naught. It wouldn’t be art then. It would be meaningless. She looked at the wall for a minute then said an enlightened, “Oh . . .”
Ashley, she was so excited and genuinely interested in everything. She dragged me from hall to hall. I could tell that she preferred me with her rather than me giving her space so from then on we toured together. We left the Dali exhibit and continued on through the rest of the museum, which has many floors. We saw sculptures, art deco pottery, photography and many other paintings from various artists though none so famous that night as the featured works of Dali. One thing she said touched my heart but I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying this lest she take it the wrong way, but she looked at a series of paintings and innocently asked, “Why are all these pictures so blurry? Is it because they are old?” Ashley, we were seeing a small exhibit of some Impressionist paintings! I explained to her a bit about Impressionism and she seemed interested in the concept.
“It’s sorta like when you squint your eyes – that’s what you’d see, right?” she said. I nodded and complimented her on her insight. Her innocence refreshed my soul! It really makes me feel good to see how she has taken this so seriously. She has grown so much. And you know, I think it all started because of that little argument/misunderstanding she had with you. None of this probably would ever have come out if it hadn’t been for that. You have done much to help her self-confidence. I know I haven’t been all that insightful so far so she must have been responding to you.
When we reached the top floor there was an outside terrace overlooking the city and they were serving wine and cheese soliciting donations for the museum. They had a small quartet playing chamber music from Mozart. (I love Mozart. He’s my favorite classical composer btw). I made a donation and obtained some wine for the two of us as we watched the evening traffic exit the city from the terrace. She seemed to be a bit hesitant about taking the wine from me but after a little prompting she gladly accepted. She seemed to really take in the whole experience as remarkably satisfying.
When it was 8:00pm and time to leave in order to make our reservations for dinner she genuinely seemed disappointed. I do believe she could have stayed there for hours! She was like a chrysalis changing from pupae to a butterfly right before my eyes!
I took her to a very extraordinary restaurant in [city redacted] old historical district. The place was called Quinones at Bacchanalia. It is a small, exclusive annex to the owner’s main restaurant. It has only 11 tables in a very formal yet beautifully intimate setting. The dinner is served Prix-Fixe and consists of 11 courses of the chef’s specialties in sequence for that particular evening. Guests may alter the menu only slightly. It was most enjoyable. The Sommelier recommended a specific wine to accompany our dinner and I accepted his recommendation. Megan once again was worried for some reason. I just smiled and told her to relax and enjoy herself which she did. Dinner lasted 3 hours and concluded with dessert – Banana’s Foster that was prepared and flamed at table side. I wish that I had a video of her face as she watched our waiter prepare that dish. She was totally mesmerized. I don’t believe she had ever seen such extravagance before in her life!
We left taking our time strolling to my vehicle. The night air was refreshing and a light cool breeze gave us pause to linger before having to leave. It was after 11 o’clock. We drove around the city so Megan could look at all the tall buildings brilliantly illuminated at night. She spent most of that time with her head out the window looking up! That was most endearing – seeing her enjoy herself so much. Around midnight I turned around and headed for home.
We chatted away as I made my way through the city streets catching almost every red light. When we reached the first Interstate highway that I had to take to reach home, Megan thanked me for a wonderful evening and reached over and hugged my neck. Conversation reached another lull at that point and I debated whether or not to try and continue with my plan to play my game with her. After many moments of silence, I had all but decided against that plan when Megan herself blurted out the perfect Segway providing me with a potential opportunity.
As we drove along some more in silence, she then asked me why you and I liked to play the dare games we do. I explained that for me it was very exciting and sexually stimulating. The thrill of the unknown, that the games fulfilled an inner desire that I have had ever since I was young were some of the reasons I loved playing. I told her it was probably the same with you. I didn’t go into any details about either of our backgrounds.
I then asked her about her reoccurring nightmares/dreams where she’d wake up in a cold sweat after finding herself naked at work. She related a lot of personal stuff that I won’t go into out of respect for her privacy but suffice it to say she’s not that much different from you and I. I asked her why she liked my stories so much and she replied that she imagined herself to be the character in the stories that was usually caught or forced to exhibit her body. When I asked her if she had ever done any mild public exposure or taking a few simple flashing risks, she replied, “oh god no!”
We chatted for a while and she asked me why I never cheated and opened the email from you before she read it aloud that first time I invited her over. I told her that for me, sometimes the excitement of not knowing is unbelievably arousing.
“Is that why Ashley liked what I did by arranging to have her clothes taken on your moon dare?”
I told her I was fairly certain that it was. I told her, and I know you have already said this to her from the emails you sent, but that you were 99% certain that she wouldn’t do it but that the 1% uncertainty was worth more in sexual excitement than the other 99% safety margin.
At that moment I decided to change my plan a little and go for broke. I asked her if she wanted to play a little game on the way home. I told her it might help her to understand why we like what we do so much.
There was another long pause of deafening silence. I was sure I had crossed the line once again for sure but then she said, “I might. What kind of game?”
“Well, what I have in mind is something that is totally unpredictable. There is a risk that you might end up, well, exposed a bit or maybe a lot.” I said laughing. “But if you decided to play this game I want you to know that you can stop at any time without any disappointment or pressure from me.”
She seemed relieved at that and asked what the game was.
“Well, first, how many items of clothing are you wearing?”
She asked if I meant everything even shoes. I told her, yes, that she should count everything as one item – shoes counted as two.
She giggled and recited her inventory: two shoes, two thigh-high stockings, one skirt, one blouse, one wrap, a pair of panties and a bra. “That’s 9 items,” she announced with pride. Truthfully I stopped listening intently when she said “Thigh-high stockings.” Man I love those!
“Okay here’s the deal, the games starts when you decide that you want to play. Each time we see say, oh . . . , a white truck on the same road we are on, you remove one item of clothing and toss it on the back seat bench. We would have to pass 9 separate white trucks in order for you to be totally naked.”
“How long would I have to stay that way, I mean, if I got to where I was totally naked?”
“Until I reach your place.”
She let out an audible gasp and I was sure once again that I had blown it. So I added a little peace of mind. “You know of course that most of the ride home is out in the boonies and the likelihood of us seeing white trucks is pretty remote and it really is hard to see inside my darkened truck at night.”
There was still silence so I decided to shut the heck up lest I be seen as pressuring her.
“You just want to see me naked,” she said giggling.
“Of COURSE I do, but the reason I’m suggesting this game is so that you can see why we like the uncertainty of our dares. I mean how many pieces of clothing you lose is purely left up to chance. Neither of us knows how this will turn out.”
She thought about it some more and asked, “YOU aren’t going to take anything off, right? You aren’t playing, it’s just me, right?” I could tell by the way she was phrasing her question and the nervousness in her voice that she was wanting reassurance that I was keeping my clothes on. I’m guessing so that neither she nor I would succumb to obvious temptation.
“No I’m not playing. This is your game – IF you want to play.”
She thought about it for a while then surprised the heck out of me by saying, “Okay, I’ll play but not for white trucks – too commonplace. I’ll do it using RED trucks.”
To say I was thrilled would be the understatement of the year! I agreed.
“Okay, we’re starting now,” she said once again surprising me by taking the initiative.
It was quite a while as we drove along Interstate [number redacted] before she spotted a red pickup truck. She giggled and tossed one of her shoes into the back bench seat. She did it with a good deal of dramatic flair too I might add so I knew she was having fun – at least at that point in time anyway.
It wasn’t long before I spotted another red truck and she tossed the remaining shoe into the back with the same exaggerated playfulness as with the first one.
Her stockings and then her wrap were the next to go leaving her still plenty covered even after losing 5 items. By then we had reached the next Interstate we had to take and we made the exit and continued our journey. I could tell by her heavy breathing she was nervous but she kept eagerly looking around at the traffic – she was still in the game. She was the one who spotted the next red truck. She quickly looked over at me to see if I had noticed it. I smiled indicating that I had. She ran her hands nervously over her lap and chest as if she was trying to decide what to remove next, blouse or skirt. Either item had risks - expose her bra or panties to me! It was then I learned, or should I say re-learned an important lesson – never underestimate the cleverness of a woman. She un-tucked her blouse, reached around back underneath the fabric, unsnapped the clasp and removed her bra straps through the sleeves of her blouse one side at a time, reached under her blouse grabbing her bra then tossed the brazier into the back laughing hysterically at her inventiveness! I had to admit that was pretty slick. She was still covered and was clearly playing the odds.
The next red truck was spotted about 15 miles later. Not hard to guess what she did next. She reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties.
She sat there covered by her blouse and skirt. I teased her by saying, “You do realize that if we see one more red truck I get to see something really good, don’t you?”
“Yeah, well that’s a BIG ‘IF’ ya know,” she said through her laughter.
Even if nothing more happened I was quite happy. She played the game and experienced the risk which was more than enough for me.
We traveled to within 20 minutes of home before I took extreme pleasure in pointing out another red truck.
“DAMN!” she said nervously. I reminded her that she didn’t have to play anymore that she had done way more than I thought she would have done.
“A deal’s a deal,” she said and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. It was my turn to breathe heavily now! Ashley, her boobs were gorgeous! Even in the relative darkness as we drove along I could tell. To my surprise she made no effort to cover up either. She could have. Instead she just sat there with her hands in her lap! I was proud of her! Do you think she really wanted me to get a good look or do you think she just really wasn’t as modest as she was pretending to be? I kind of like to think she might have wanted me to see her.
Of course I just had to tell her how pretty she was to which she replied quite lightheartedly, “Shut-up and drive!”
Now I’m a bit confused about this next part and admittedly I was quite distracted by her boobs but when we were about three miles from her house she announced, “Damn, another fucking red truck!”
I never saw it – never saw any vehicle really. “Where,” I asked looking around.
“Back there,” she said nodding her head to her left. She then began unzipping her skirt and slowly slid it off to the floor and stepped out of it. I watched her boobs dangle as she bent over to pick up her skirt. I was so aroused I could barely stand it! She then tossed it in the back with the rest of her clothes. She was naked! Completely naked! She was better looking than I had ever imagined her to be and you know how guys are. We are always undressing every girl we meet in our minds trying to imagine what they look like – yes I’ve done it to you too and what a mental image I have of that! But Megan in real life, well, she was a stunner.
She then said, “I’ve never done anything like this before, honest!”
“How does it feel?”
“Pretty damn hot!” she answered with a nervous chuckle.
It was then we pulled into her driveway and I stopped the vehicle and shut off the lights. She reached over and gave me a kiss on my cheek and thanked me again for a wonderful evening. We talked for a few moments and she then said, “Well, I guess I should go. Would you reach back and get my stuff for me?”
I laughed and told her no. That she lost all her clothes and that I was going to keep them since I still hadn’t gotten my clothes back from her prank on Monday night! She chuckled and told me that wasn’t fair. I argued that it was indeed fair and that she was just going to have to go inside her place in her birthday suit. I gave her back her small purse and said, “Well?”
She must not have been too upset by my suggestion because she said, “Oh my god!” as she opened the passenger door, “Oh my god,” she screamed as she exited the car and “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” as she ran towards her front door. Of course being the little shit that I can sometimes be, I turned on the lights of my truck causing her to scream as she stood on her steps trying to unlock her front door. I heard her laughing though as she entered her house, so I’m sure she wasn’t too upset.
So Ashley, my good friend, I got to see my “cousin” naked for the first time, albeit mostly in the shadows and darkened cab of my truck. I did get a good look at her ass in the bright lights of my truck though. Nice, Very nice! I think she had a good time. You’ll have to let me know if you think she really did later.
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Okay that's it. Not much, I know, compared to some stuff I've read that ya'll have done but to me thyis changed my life!
Anyways,
I did it. don't be too hard on me for posting this, K?
Megan
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