So most of the requested dares I’ve been getting recently have been something involving my dad. I’ll say it here and now – that’s not happening. But…I thought I could do something dad-adjacent.
I was back in my childhood home after flying in and working all morning. My dad had a bunch of his buddies over, some of them guys I knew from growing up and going to school with their kids.
At one point the conversation turned to selling antiques for money and one of the dads mentioned a small gold mirror he had but he didn’t know how to post it for selling. My dad offered up my younger tech services. This dad (let’s call him Bill) ran down the street to get it (he lived at the corner) and he showed it off to the group when he got back. It was beautiful.
He kept it when him and his wife got divorced.
We were late to go out and meet more people so I told him to leave it overnight and I would take pictures and post it on Craigslist for him. He gave me his phone number to send the pictures for approval.
Later that night I got home from the party after having one too many cocktails. I said good night to my dad, went into my old room, closed the door, and stripped naked, laying on the bed. The mirror caught my eye.
I tilted the mirror slightly. My left breast was visible just off to the side, my pink nipple erect. I raised my camera and took a picture. There was my boob. I took two more with me out of it completely.
Without even thinking, I sent Bill the three photos and asked, “How do these photos look?”
I saw the three dots appear as he responded. They disappeared.
The gravity of what I had just done swept over me. I just sent a picture of my boob to my father’s friend, someone who’s kid I went to school with. He used to be at my recitals. I played in his backyard.
“I don’t think you should post the last one.” He responded. The mature answer.
I went with the embarrassed response immediately.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t even realize, I’m so embarrassed.” I sent.
“I didn’t mind. I was just surprised. It was a great view, I would have bought the mirror haha”. Bill responded.
I thought for a long moment about what I wanted.
“Can you still see the street from your room?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said.
“Are you the only one home?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said.
I threw on my oversized sweatshirt from my husband (it hangs just under my buttocks), opened my window like I used to do in high school, and climbed outside. It was chilly out.
I walked down to the end of the block to where Bill lived and stood in the middle of the street.
The street light hummed above me.
“Are you looking out the window? Keep the light off.” I sent.
I saw the blinds at his window move and could just make him out in the darkness from the glow of his phone.
“I see you.” He texted.
“Good.” I sent.
I looked left. I looked right. No cars. Luckily it was late.
I reached down and in one smooth motion lifted the sweatshirt up and over my head.
I took a deep breath as the sweatshirt hit the concrete. I was standing in my old neighborhood.
Butt naked.
While Bill watched me.
I slowly turned around, letting him look at my ass. I bent forward and playfully slapped my butt a few times. Then I turned back around and shook my tits at him. The sweatshirt went back on and I quickly walked back to my house.
“Thank you. Beautiful.” He texted me.
It was scary how easy doing these kinds of things was becoming for me…the next morning I was flying to Dallas so I climbed back in the window and fell asleep immediately.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yyae2f/f_i_got_naked_for_my_dads_friend_in_public
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How did you feel as you were doing it?
Did the mirror sell? LOL
Great story. I hope you make it to my city one day
I bet he isn’t going to ask for the proceeds of selling the mirror
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