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The Dare

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Jul 2005 0 comments
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by Lucky Pete My wife and I have, for a few years now, had this game where we dare each other to do sexually risky acts in public. Recently she had the idea that it would be funny for us each to masturbate while pretending to try on clothes at a local shopping mall. The thought that not only would there be other people around but the innocent shop assistants would be trying to help was just too much to resist. The first unsuspecting shop was a major jeans retailer. My wife chose a pair of denim jeans and winked at me as the shop girl showed her to the change rooms. I stood outside and hoped that the bulge in my pants wouldn�t give the game away. I was a bit disappointed that the change room doors were almost full length with only a small gap at the top. I thought they offered far too much protection. After a minute went by and I knew that my wife would be well into the act, the friendly shop girl approached to ask if the jeans were the right size. I think I actually blushed as I said that it was fine and my wife was still deciding if she liked the style. The girl obviously didn�t notice my red face and she went on her way. She returned a moment later with two more pairs of jeans and called to my wife that maybe she would also like to try them too. She draped them over the top of the door and started to tell us about how faded jeans were popular now. I didn�t know what to say. Here�s my wife, probably with her jeans around her ankles getting herself off and I�m trying to distract an over enthusiastic shop girl while hiding the fact that my cock was standing to attention. My wife pulled the new jeans in to the room, said thanks and the girl went to attend to another woman who had just walked into the shop. A moment later my wife appeared, adjusting her belt and straightening her shirt. Her face was a little pink and she had a sly little smile that told me she was having fun. She handed the three pairs of jeans to the shop girl saying they just weren�t right and took my hand as we left. As soon as we were out of the shop, however, she explained that the girl�s interruptions had distracted her and she wasn�t able to come. She then pulled me into the next women�s clothes shop we passed. This was an upper class, designer type of shop and my wife quickly pulled two shirts off the rack. This time the shop assistant was a much more mature woman who smiled and pointed to the change cubicles which were in full view of the shop, not even along a hallway. I was ready to pull out of the dare when I saw that the doors were saloon style and showed a person�s lower leg and, if they were tall enough, the top of their head. My wife was determined, however, and told me to stay nearby. She kissed me and closed the doors behind her. Even though this was a risky dare, I think I was glad when I looked across to the shop lady and saw that she was busy with some papers at the desk. I let a moment pass before pretending to see how my wife was getting on with the shirts. As I approached the cubicle I froze. She had taken her jeans off completely and under the door I could see only one bare leg from her knee down. She is not tall so I couldn�t see anything else. Curiosity finally got the better of me and I just had to have a look over the door. She had one foot on the seat and was leaning with her back against the wall holding her shirt out of the way with one hand while vigorously rubbing her clit with the other. When she saw me peeking over the door she smiled and held up her right hand, showing me how wet her middle finger was. She kept masturbating, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. As she came she lent forward a little, holding her breath and pressing hard on her clit. This was some dare. I casually walked around the shop for a minute until she appeared carrying the shirts. She placed them on the counter and said she would think about it. The funniest part of it all was when the lady then thanked my wife for putting the shirts neatly back on their hangers. My wife and I often enjoy masturbating together as I�m sure many married couples do. And that�s a good thing. We see no reason why masturbation can�t be part of a healthy, loving relationship - especially when you dare your partner to do it in public. Yes, my turn came soon enough but I�ll have to tell you about that another time.