Just Ten Things Pt. 03

"Thank you so much. I'll let you know when it gets used."

Amber chuckled. "Have fun," she said, waving goodbye to Sahara.

She realized she was alone and quickly pulled up the last video on her phone. She decided that Sahara had done a good job, and she enjoyed the expressions on many of the faces.

The butt plug had only spent a couple of hours as part of her life, but what an effect it had created.

Amber hoped she could complete number five yet today, so she headed for her car, her bare rear end felling very different than it had on the way to the mall.

At home once more, she searched the paper sack for folded paper number five. She opened it hurriedly.

At the mall, you are to find a muscle shirt that's much too large for you such that the arm openings extend close to your waist. Proceed to a locker, take off your regular shirt and bra, and store them in the locker. Put on the new shirt and shop for 30 minutes, leaning over as much as possible.

So, it looked like people would be seeing her boobs again. Since she was going back to the mall, there was plenty of time. Amber decided to get something to eat at the food court. That was shopping, wasn't it?.

She drove to the mall and shopped for only about ten minutes before finding an adequate shirt in the men's department. Or, she decided, perhaps an inadequate shirt, inadequate in its coverage of her body. First things first, though.

Amber found her favorite locker and stripped off her shirt and bra."

"What ... are ... you ... doing? Amber heard a severe voice behind her.

"Changing my shirt," she replied, pulling the new shirt over her head.

"Why put that on? It's barely covering you."

"I'm doing a dare thing," Amber replied, walking around the woman and heading for the food court.

She was hungry and ordered a large plate of food from an Oriental vendor. Several people leaned to the side to get a peek through the baggy sleeve of the shirt. If she leaned over, just about everything was visible.

She found a table, sat down, and took one bite.

"Mind if I join you?"

He was tall with blue eyes and graying temples, probably forty or so.

"I was right behind you in the line, and what you ordered sounded good."

She decided quickly that the shirt was the reason he wanted to sit with her since the court wasn't crowded. She realized that it gapped horribly, and someone standing behind her could get a good side-boob view.

"Sure, no problem," she answered.

Amber leaned forward to reach for a napkin and as she straightened, wondered how much her tablemate had seen.

"Whoa, you're quite a woman," he said, taking a bite of his food to hide his smile.

"You don't need to hide your face," Amber said. "I know what you're doing."

"Well, if you're going to wear something like that, I'm sure going to take advantage of it. That's why you wore it, isn't it?"

Amber couldn't answer as she was chewing a large bite of her food.

"Besides that," the man continued, "I'm a sucker for redheads, and you are the perfect redhead."

Amber snorted. "I'm hardly perfect."

"Well, if not, you're damn close. I love the shade of your hair, those green eyes, and the pale skin. Plus, the part of you that shows and the part that's partly hidden are just fine."

Amber could feel her cheeks heating one more time. She looked at the man, who shrugged.

"Just so you know," she said, "I'm wearing this shirt as a result of a dare thing a bunch of us are doing."

"Oh, is that true? I've heard of games like that but have never been a part of or seen one of them. Whatever, that shirt is very flattering on you."

Amber frowned and shook her head. But she found she was enjoying hearing what he said, despite the fact that it was mainly coming because of his nearly clear view of her boob. She chuckled to herself as she wondered just how much he had actually seen. As that thought went through her mind, she could feel her nipples hardening. Things like that were totally new to her and were making her have second thoughts about herself.

Once again, she bent forward to retrieve a napkin, conscious of causing the shirt to gap as much as possible, sure that he could see her extended nipple.

"Nice," was his simple reply, but his big smile told her she had read things correctly. "Can you tell me about your game or contest?"

Amber shrugged, took a couple of bites of food, and then told the man, whose name she didn't yet know, about the other four parts of the challenge she'd completed so far. The look on his face told her he was vividly picturing each of them, particularly her nakedness. She was surprised that she told about her masturbation without blushing.

"Of course, it goes without saying that I would have liked to have been following you around this morning."

Amber chuckled. "It might have been nice to have someone to video for me." She remembered Sahara doing just that.

"Well," he said as he pulled something from his pocket, "here's my business card. If you need help, feel free to give me a call."

"I'll keep that in mind," Amber answered as noncommittal as possible.

They had finished their meals and stood, ready to go their separate ways.

"Good luck with your challenge. I hope you win."

"It's not really about winning or losing, just about finishing all of the items."

"Good luck on that, then."

They parted, and Amber returned to the locker, stripped off her baggy shirt, and put on the one she had worn to the mall. She pulled the card from her pocket. Andre Santini was the chief financial officer at Anderson Manufacturing ... and a good-looking man, too. Perhaps she should have let him help her during the last five challenges.

She snorted. Now, she was getting ridiculous.

At home, she was curious, so she grabbed the baggy shirt and put it on, bending and stooping in front of the mirror. She decided that Andre Santini, CFO, had seen about all there was to see, joining a growing group of people who'd seen some portion of her naked.

She thought for a moment, then went to the paper sack and found the folded paper with the underlined six on it. She decided that it wasn't cheating to find out what she'd been doing in the morning. She unfolded the paper.

You are to go to the beach at Hoover Reservoir wearing a bikini. If possible, make friends and swim and splash with them, losing the top of your bikini. Stay standing as much as possible so your breasts are visible. Once the top is recovered, you're on your own.

Amber decided whoever had written her challenges wanted boobs to be viewed repeatedly. She'd just sleep on that thought..

The next morning, she took a shower and then had a breakfast of toast, jam, and orange juice. She had to smile since she had a single bikini that she'd purchased just so she could say she had one. It had languished in her dresser drawer for five years, and she hoped it still fit her slightly enlarged body.

She discarded her pajamas and pulled on the bikini bottom, tugging them as high as possible. The only way to make them wearable was to create a wedgie. She wondered how comfortable that would be. The top fit, although it left a good bit of skin exposed.

Amber put on a light cover-up and was off to Hoover Reservoir. Once there, she spread her towel, doffed the cover-up, and looked out over the water, her hands on her butt ... her very bare butt. She headed to the water, striking up a conversation with two women. Two more joined them, along with several men, and there was much talking and a little teasing about swimming in the morning.

Soon, the teasing and splashing became more serious,, followed by female bodies flying through the air. Amber was willing to be a part of everything but hadn't been until she was suddenly airborne and then under the water. She came up sputtering.

"You're now officially part of the group."

"Is that good?" she asked, still sputtering.

"Sure," he answered, and she was under the water again.

But Amber was already planning -- this was going to work out just fine.

When she was dunked once again, while under the water, she loosened the tie on her bikini. The next time she went under, she came up topless.

"Whoa," one of the men called. "Bare boobies. Who's going to join her?"

Amber was in the middle of lots of splashing as all of the guys were trying to get in front of her to see the bare boobs that had suddenly appeared. She was looking around to see if she could find the top, but so far, no success. Seconds later, she was under the water once again, the lack of a top not slowing the fun

One of the ladies, laughing hard, said, "Just one second," and lowered her top for about that long. Most of the attention, though, was on Amber.

Conscious of not putting her arms over her breasts, she said, "Has anyone seen my top?"

Andy, you have a guilty smile. Do you have the top?" Another lady was pointing at Andy.

"If I do, do I have to give it back?"

Amber walked toward Andy, stopping just about two feet from him. "Do you have it?" she asked, looking him directly in the eyes."

The top appeared from the pocket of Andy's bathing trunks. He handed it to Amber, taking a last look at her breasts.

"Thank you, Andy." She made no move to put it on. "And thank you all for the fun. I need to get going, but have a good time without me, okay?"

Lots of talk and laughter as Amber headed off toward her car. She chose a path that would avoid most of the people and made it to the parking log, the top draped over her shoulder. She heard a voice.

"Hey, you forgot your cover-up," Andy said, running up and handing it to her, taking another long look at her boobs. "I've got to say it. You have a fantastic pair there, and I'm going to miss not seeing them again."

"Stay right there," she said and opened the car door, grabbing her cell phone. She stood next to Andy and took a selfie. She handed the phone to Andy. "Send it to yourself," she said and waited as he did.

"You're something else," he chuckled out and headed back to the water.

Amber put on the cover-up, which, despite its thin material, covered her well. She had a not untypical redhead complexion and coloring where her areolas were nearly the same tone as her skin with just the darker nipples in the enter. She decided to drive home that way and see what number seven had in store for her. She shook her head at her new casual attitude toward nudity and being seen.

Back at her house, she went to the paper sack once more. Finding the correct number was getting simpler, as there were only four papers remaining. She unfolded number seven.

Go to a municipal park of your choice and have a man take five photos of you topless. Allow him to take a selfie with you or a single topless photo for himself.

More bare boobs, she thought. Blackledge Park was probably theh closest, so she decided to go there. She changed from her bikini to some shorts and an Ohio State T-shirt she had, not bothering with a bra since there'd be topless pictures. She hoped the last three challenges would be as simple and go as smoothly as the last one had. Wishful thinking perhaps, but she could hope.

She drove to the park, which took almost fifteen minutes, parked, and started her walk, wondering just what criteria she'd use to choose the man who'd be taking her photos. It was only the second day, but so many people had seen her bare breasts that she was getting used to it. That alone amazed her.

She passed two obvious senior men and quickly voted against them. The path was deserted for a while, and then she spotted another man headed toward her. He appeared to be dressed nicely from what she could see. Maybe this one?

As he got closer, she stopped.

"Andre?"

"Well, hello. I thought that looked like it might be you. And I liked the other shirt better."

Amber's cheeks pinked. Andre was still as good-looking as he'd been yesterday evening. The eyes and that smile seemed to swallow her.

"What are you doing here in the park?" What was going on that she had run into Andre again?

"Just taking my usual walk. What are you doing?" The changed look on his face let her know that he was remembering last night and that she'd had more challenges to complete.

Why not, she thought. He might as well be the one.

"Oh, another part of the challenge?" he asked before she could reply.

"Actually, it is."

"And are you going to let me in on what it is?"

"Well, you can be a part of it if you'd like."

"If you're involved the way I'm guessing you might be, then I'd love it. Actually, if it's you at all, I'm interested."

"Well, it involves me, and it's probably a little like you might be imagining. I'm to have a man, you, it seems, take five photos of me topless." She saw the huge smile fill his face. "Plus, we'll take a selfie with your phone ... and the challenge says you can take a photo just for yourself." Amber couldn't believe that his smile widened even further. Plus, she wondered how she had changed in the last two days. She had considered herself a slightly overweight, freckled redhead, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

"Under the circumstances, could you share your first name with me?" Andre asked very politely.

"Sorry. I'm Amber."

"You're more scarlet than Amber, but Amber is a pretty name and certainly fits you in that way."

She wondered if lots of bare female skin produced complementary actions and attitudes in men.

"Thank you, Andre. I appreciate your words."

"Just the truth. How do you want to handle this?"

Yes, how? "I guess we need to find an isolated nook somewhere and take the photos."

Andre laughed. "You're okay with going off to a secluded nook with me and getting topless?"

"Do I look worried?"

"Let's get going, then."

"Listen, I'm not keeping you from something, am I?"

"Yes, you're keeping me from everything I would have been doing, and I'm glad for that."

"Just because I'll be topless."

"That's just something extra," he said, and she could read the sincerity on his face.

They soon found a secluded area quite a ways from the main paths, surrounded by lush foliage and tall trees.

"This is beautiful," Amber said, gazing at her surroundings.

Andre nodded. "So, five photos. Is that all it said?"

"That's it."

"Do you think they want you to just stand there and have five photos taken?"

Amber hadn't thought about it, but that did seem silly.

"What are you suggesting?"

"You figure out some poses, and I'll take the photos."

She paced around a small circle, thinking and observing her surroundings.

"Okay, I'm ready." She pulled the T-shirt off and watched Andre smile.

Amber walked to a tree that was leaning slightly. She laid back against it and dropped her arms, which accentuated her shapely breasts, her hardened nipples spotlighted.

"Wow, got it. Pretty good start," Andre assured her. She hadn't seemed to notice the bulge in his pants yet.

Next, she dropped to her hands and knees, her breasts swinging freely beneath her. Andre, in his clean clothes, didn't hesitate to lie flat and take the very enticing photo.

For number three, she took hold of her breasts and squeezed them together, careful to ensure the nipples were still visible and almost touching.

For number four, she stood with legs slightly spread, motioning for Andre to lie down again. She straddled him, his view straight up her front, her breasts filling the picture, her face visible between them.

Andre stood, feeling nearly overwhelmed, ready for number five.

Amber faced him and unfastened her shorts. She watched Andre's eyes widen. The shorts drifted lower until the first hint of her red muff was visible. Her eyelids lowered, and her tongue flicked out between her lips. Andre didn't need to be told to take the picture.

"Now, she said, "time for your photo."

"Since you're already posed, let's just repeat the last shot."

Before he could take the photo, Amber lowered the shorts even more, exposing her entire muff.

"Oh, shit," Andre said as he took the photo with his phone this time.

Amber refastened her shorts, and they took the topless selfie ... using both phones.

She pulled on her T-shirt, wondering where the nerve to do what she'd just done had come from.

"I can't believe I ran into you, of all people, on that path. It made this much easier." That much was very true. Having a total stranger do that might have been weird.

"A little bit of kismet, perhaps. Things happen for a reason, you know. There's a reason that both of us were on that path at that exact moment."

Was he saying that they were meant to be together, put there by some act or nature? Maybe she was hearing what she wanted to hear and not what he was actually saying. But what if that was what he was saying? She certainly didn't want to miss a chance like that. She looked away. Too much, too fast. She would wait and see.

As if to answer her, he said, "You have my card, so if you need anything, please feel free to call me. You're a very unique lady, and I'm glad I've been involved in your challenge, if ever so slightly."

"Thanks so much, and I hope you enjoy those two photos."

He laughed. "Tell your challenge writer thanks for including that last little bit about me getting a photo."

Andre walked her back to her car, gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and bid her goodbye. She was determined that it wouldn't be their last goodbye, but she wasn't sure how to make that happen. Anyway, she needed to get to work on number eight.

"You have my card," he repeated as he walked away toward the path where she had met him. She decided that it was his way of saying it was up to her if anything further was to happen.

She did have his card, so she had to decide whether to use it or not. It was something to think about. She drove home and pulled the folded paper with the number 8 out of the sack.

Time for an easier one, right? Find a swimming pool in your neighborhood, sneak in, and swim naked for a few minutes, which should allow you to relax before attempting number nine

That should be simple enough. She knew of a pool only two blocks away, and she decided to give that one a try. She put on one of the things she slept in often, which was simply a T-shirt that went to her knees. No need for anything else except flip-flops. Her first impulse was to walk to the pool, but in order to save a little time, she drove.

The house looked like there was no one at home, and she could only hope that was true. She didn't think that anyone would call the police if she was caught and described what she was doing, so she wasn't too worried. She parked, walked to the house, then ran to the backyard. Everything seemed to be closed, and not surprisingly, there was a lock on the pool gate. She lifted a light plastic chair over the fence and stood on it to climb up and then jump over the fence. Not very athletic, she was happy that she hadn't injured herself on the jump.

She waited for a moment and, seeing no activity, pulled off her shirt and jumped into the pool, swimming three or four easy laps. The challenge writer was right; it was very relaxing, particularly with the pool water being warmer than she had expected.

She took a selfie of herself standing by the pool, then realized that she hadn't brought a towel. She squeegeed herself as dry as she could with her hands and pulled on the shirt.

After an uneventful climb back over the fence, she walked to the car and drove home. This challenge had indeed been quick and relaxing. A couple of days ago, the thought of swimming naked in a neighborhood pool would have terrified her. The times, they were a-changin'.

Amber pulled the two remaining papers from the sack and tossed the number ten back in. She carefully unfolded number nine and read.