Just Ten Things Pt. 04

"So, what have I missed, and what is in store for my future?" he asked, sipping his wine.

She took a deep breath. This kind of thing wasn't something she usually discussed with a man.

"Well, you saw the one thing. I also modeled nude for a photography class, along with the instructor's husband."

"Whoa," he said, chuckling.

"I drove around the city naked, and ... I, well," her voice softened, "masturbated at the library."

Greg shook his head. "You're pretty tough, Chris. I'd have one hell of a time doing things like that, and I consider myself fairly liberal."

"We all agreed to do whatever was on our list, and I'm freaking stubborn enough to do just that."

"And you're not through."

"Not by a long shot. Okay, here's what's left to do. Flash the crowd at a baseball game. We'll do that tomorrow night. I'm to schedule a solo at the strip club. I have to hide a key from one of the lockers at the mall in a convenience store, lock my clothes in the locker, and get the key to get my clothing back. I have to kayak naked all around the Hoover Reservoir and ... pardon me if I don't look at you when I describe the next one."

"I'll look away."

"I have to wear a short skirt, very short, no panties, with a, guh, butt plug, and display the plug five times."

"Oh my gosh." Greg was shaking his head. "Unless I've lost count, that's only nine things."

"You haven't lost count, and there is one more, but you'll find out about it when it happens."

"I guess I can't fuss about that. How's your lasagna?"

"Delicious. How's the veal parmesan?"

"Delicious, as well. So, I'll be going with you on each of these adventures and taking videos."

"Yep, if you're available. You just use my phone, and that way, I'll have them to share with the ladies on Friday."

"I'm very available, and when do we start?"

"When are you free?"

"Are you kidding? I might even resign my job to have time to do this."

"Greg, don't be silly."

"I have plenty of vacation. I'll go in very early tomorrow and set that up, then I'll meet you at your place or wherever you're going to start."

Now, there was a thought. Did she want him to come to her house, and they'd ride together for her tasks? Or should they go separately? She quickly realized that it made more sense to ride together for more than one reason.

Chris picked up her purse. "Let me give you my address. It makes sense to ride together, I think." She wrote out the address.

"I can be there by eight if that's a good time to start."

"That will be good. We can begin with the kayaking. It should go pretty well. I used to kayak a lot of one of my man disasters."

Greg chuckled. "You've had a man disaster?"

"Four of them."

They finished eating, chatted a little longer, and then went their separate ways, anticipating tomorrow morning.

At 7:59 am, Greg rang the bell at Christine's.

"Good morning. You're Mr. Prompt today."

"I try to be all the time. It's important to me, you know."

"Me, too." she answered, "and I'm ready to get started. And I insist on driving."

"I bow to your wishes since I'm just going to be an observer."

At Hoover Reservoir, Greg went with her to rent the kayak, and they moved away from the rental building to launch. Chris had worn a light dress with nothing under it to facilitate getting naked quickly. The kayak went into the water, and Chris created a unique picture, climbing into the small boat in her dress. A quick look around, and Greg was holding the dress and videoing a naked Christine as she started off across the water.

"How did I get so lucky?" he said aloud.

Chuckling, Chris paddled hard in order to get away from the shore and anyone who might be watching. She knew she couldn't keep up that pace for long and slowed when she was fifty yards away from the shore and headed for the marina, hoping all of the boaters were still sleeping. Another five minutes and she could see that at least one boater was out and about; a speedboat was headed her way.

Chris hoped he could see the low-lying kayak, and she relaxed a little when he slowed, still heading toward her. The boat's captain appeared to be a college-age young man who was smiling more the closer he got. He cut his engine, still drifting closer.

"Not what I expected this morning, but I'm glad I decided to take the boat out. Trying to get a little sun?"

"I'm getting it whether or not I'm trying," she answered, continuing her paddling.

"You look like an experienced kayaker."

"I guess I am. I used to do it a lot."

"Would you like to make it more fun and exciting?"

"Not particularly," she said, paddling a little faster.

"Anyone who kayaks naked is looking for excitement.. I'll help you out."

He started the engine and made a large circle, moving quickly as he approached her. Chris wondered what he was up to, afraid that she knew. When he was close to her, he turned hard, and a moderate wave washed over her, the kayak rocking back and forth. Chris was drenched, her hair stringing down her face. She paused her paddling long enough to get the hair out of her face.

The boat was headed toward her again but slowed as it drew close. He cut the engine.

"How was that?" he called to her. "I can do it again if you'd like."

"No, thanks," she answered. "I'm just memorizing your number so that I can report you when I get back."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. Please don't do that. My dad will kill me." He looked frantic.

"Consider yourself lucky. You've seen a naked woman who won't report you if you go off and mind your own business."

"Thanks, lady. I'm glad I didn't dump you."

He started the engine and crept away, not hitting the throttle until he was fifty yards from her.

Chris paddled to the edge of the marina, hoping that Greg had it on video, then turned and headed for the dam, her shoulders already aching from the effort she'd expended. She knew that there were buoys and cables to keep boats from getting too close to the dam. She paused at the barrier for a moment, then turned to make her final run to the parking lot. She saw Greg waving at her.

Finally, back at the launch spot, Chris looked at Greg, who was smiling.

"You look a little wet. What was up with the boat out there?"

"I'll tell you on the way home."

"Do you have a towel or anything in your car?"

"Nope. I'm beyond having any pride or inhibitions, so I'll use my hands to dry off my front, and you do the same with my back."

Not about to argue, Greg used his hands to squeegee off her back, butt, and legs. She wasn't really dry but was better than she had been.

He handed her the dress, and she stood and quickly slipped it on.

"You look exhausted."

"I guess I'm a little out of shape."

"Go get in the car. I'll take care of the kayak."

Chris climbed into the driver's seat and closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Greg asked as he opened the door of the car a short while later.

"I guess I was nearly asleep, but we need to get home and start on the next task."

Greg extended his hand. "I'd better drive." He helped her out and around the car and then into the passenger seat.

He backed the car out and headed for Christine's house.

"So, do you want to do another before the baseball game tonight?"

"Yes, I need to. I'm just trying to decide what might be the easiest, and I think I know."

"Which one?"

"Ugh, the butt plug."

"So, are you a butt plug girl?"

She turned her head and looked at Greg.

"I mean, do you have one, and if so, is it yours?"

"Greg, I don't know." She hoped her cheeks weren't too red. "Yes, I have one, and yes, it's mine. But I've never used it."

Lots of ways to answer that passed through his mind, but he didn't reply.

"Okay, then, I guess it's time to use it."

"Give me an hour to relax, okay?"

"Hey, you're in charge. I'm just tagging along to help."

"I guess I can't even think right now."

Chris plopped onto the couch and stretched out.

Greg smiled as he watched her drop off to sleep. He decided he'd let her sleep for an hour. To entertain himself, he found her cell phone and reviewed all of the videos that were there. He concentrated on the one from the library, chuckling at her interchange with the guy who'd watched her. Of course, the posing for the photographers wasn't tooo bad either. The hour was nearly up, so he put the phone back in her purse.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up."

Christine stirred, then opened her eyes. "Nicer than my alarm clock," she said, smiling at Greg.

"You can get dressed and ready, we'll go to the mall, and you'll do your thing, and then we can get some lunch.

"Do my thing," she said, giggling. "That's a nice way to put it. I've already done five things and only have five more to go."

Greg helped pull her up from the couch, and she headed for her bedroom. She had a little tennis skirt that she'd worn in the past, but it was meant to have something worn under it. Today, not having anything under it might be perfect. She undressed, showered quickly, and was searching for the butt plug. It was in the drawer where she'd thought it might be. The one end was much larger than she'd remembered.

She'd heard that lube was important, something she'd forgotten earlier, but she did have some on hand. Plenty of lube in place, she fumbled, deciding to use her fingers first to kind of prepare the way, then insert the plug. It wasn't going well, and she considered asking Greg to help but determined as she often was, she decided to do it on her own. A little grunting, some pushing, some discomfort, and suddenly, voila, it was in place.

The plug certainly provided a feeling that she wasn't used to. She put on the skirt, tugging it as low as it could go, then slipped on the bare midriff blouse she had decided to wear. A pair of low heels completed her ensemble, and she was ready.

"That certainly fits the requirement of a short skirt," Greg said, chucking at Chris's expense.

"Well, I hope this is quick, but if it's like everything else, something will happen."

"Maybe the butt plug will fall out."

"I don't think that's going to happen, the way it almost popped in when I finally got it to go." As she finished saying that, she remembered that she was talking with a guy she'd just met the day before. What was happening to her?

After viewing Christine's videos and now talking about the butt plug, Greg thought he might be about ready for a cold shower. He had been fascinated with her since he'd first seen her in the window, and that had only expanded after he had spent time with her. He knew that he'd be videoing her at the strip club and also as she sneaked through the neighborhood to get the key to retrieve her clothing. Then there was the final task, one so secret she wouldn't share it with him. His imagination was running in full unchained mode with that one, despite his telling himself that he was being silly. It was her that was doing these things, not him.

"Well," she said, "before we go, you'd better make sure everything is okay." She turned and bent from the waist.

There was that cute ass that he really liked, and there was the butt plug with the big "C" right on the end. And also showing were a pair of very puffy labium.

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"Personalized, huh."

"That dork thought he was really clever," she said, standing straight again.

Greg had talked her into using his car, convincing her that, under the circumstances, it was probably the best plan, and they took off for the mall.

"How are you doing?" he asked as they approached the Breckinridge.

"It sure is a different feeling," she verified. "I think that walking may be better than sitting."

Greg found a parking place, and the two of them went inside.

"So, is walking better?"

Chris raised her eyebrows. "You want to define better?"

Greg laughed. "That good in that special way, huh?"

"Just different," she repeated, ready for the first reveal.

Fate stepped in to assist as an older lady dropped a package she was carrying, Christine quick to bend at the waist to retrieve it for the lady.

Greg had gotten a good picture since he had her phone at the ready. Someone standing close by had not.

"Damn, buddy, good job. I was fighting like hell to get the phone out of my pocket. That was one nice ass, and wearing a butt plug to the mall. One helluva woman, right?"

"No argument from me on that."

"Can I get a look at that picture?

When Greg pulled up the picture, the guy photographed the photo.

"I need to get going," Greg said, trying to keep his eye on Chris. She was looking in a shop window, waiting for him. He moved on, following her, and took two more photos. Number four followed soon after, and only one more was needed.

As they passed Needam's, Christine stepped inside and was looking at some blouses carefully stacked on a table. She wasn't the only one looking as there seemed to be very classy blouses on sale as well. Not unexpectedly, a pile slipped off the table and hit the floor, perfect for number five, and Greg had the phone ready, the video already in motion.

As Chris bent over, another eager helper came around the corner a little too fast and bumped into her, causing her to lose her balance and sprawl to the floor, the tiny tennis skirt doing little to hide the butt plug or the adjacent area of her womanhood. Help arrived quickly with three helping hands tugging her to her feet, two of them men, hoping, she was sure, to somehow get another view of forbidden areas.

She thanked everyone and headed for Greg, a silly smile on her face.

"I hope you got all of that," she said with a laugh. "Not exactly what I'd planned, but I think it was fairly spectacular."

"You going to buy one of those blouses?"

"I'm afraid to get close to that table again, so let's just go home and get ready for the ballgame."

Greg heard what Chris said and heard it differently than she'd said it.Let's just go home she'd said. He'd known her for two days and felt like he'd enjoy sharing a home with her. Awfully fast, he knew, and in a day or two, she might well disappear from his life. He'd survive but would like to see what might happen.

"Let me relax by fixing dinner for us," Christine volunteered.

"Are you sure? You've had a hard day, and I can run out and get something."

"No need. I think I'll enjoy cooking for someone besides myself."

She prepared two steaks, a packet of mashed potatoes, green beans, and some special bread that Chris loved. In thirty minutes, it was ready, and they sat down to eat. Greg took a bite of the steak and smiled at Christine.

"Do you mind if I say that all of this is weird?"

"Weird, how?"

He laughed. "The way we met, the things we've done together, and the things that are ahead of us."

Christine couldn't keep from smiling when he spoke of the things that lay ahead. He had no idea of where that would be going, probably tomorrow.

"Not exactly normal, for sure. But we've gotten along just fine, and your help has made taking the photos and videos so much simpler."

"Talking about that, there's almost no part of you that doesn't show, particularly in the videos. Is that going to be the same for all of the others?"

"I have no idea, but you've had quite a show, haven't you?"

For the first time, Greg's cheeks pinked. "Unimaginable," was his simple reply.

"I'm sure we'll all see each other's boobs, but anything more depends. None of us are very wild, but if the others reacted like I did, everyone will be displaying all of the interesting parts of their bodies."

"Maybe I should go with you to your Friday meeting just to check on what you just said."

"Seeing me should be more than enough for you. I'll give you a report. Maybe one day you can meet the others."

Greg couldn't stop looking at Chris. She was talking about the time after he'd finished his special job.

"You'd better eat your dinner before it gets cold."

"Yeah," he replied, taking a couple of bites. "And, by the way, it's very good."

"Glad you're enjoying it."

He couldn't hold it any longer. "Tell me about the last task you're doing, the one you avoided before."

Christine's expression didn't change as she stood and began clearing the table.

"Chris?"

No reply.

"I'll just have to wait, I guess," he finally conceded.

They finished cleaning up, all the dishes in the dishwasher, and the kitchen scoured and clean. They talked for a while, Chris anticipating that this night's adventure would be the simplest of the ten.

"I'm going to dress, and it's getting a little cooler outside, so I'm wearing a light

sweatshirt. Do you need to get a jacket?"

"Watching you flash the crowd will keep me plenty warm."

"Pervert. I'll be right back."

She wasn't quite right back, but Greg entertained himself by wandering around the downstairs of Christine's house, wondering how much of it he'd see in the future. He knew that she was thirty-nine and wasn't sure if she was aware that he was thirty-six, not that it mattered.

"So, Mr., are you ready? Maybe we can get home early tonight."

"I'm driving tonight," he said decisively.

"You're just the helper, you know. I'm in charge."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Why don't you drive."

Greg laughed. "Good idea."

At the stadium, they went to the right-field stands, about halfway up and near the far end. The seats were probably half full, which was fine with Christine.

"Maybe after the fourth inning," she said, "and we can get home early."

They yelled and cheered with all the others, and in the middle of the fourth inning, Greg moved higher up in the stands, his phone at the ready.

The inning ended, and Christine stood, turned to face the upper seats, grasped the bottom of her sweatshirt, and lifted it, covering her face. Hoots and cheers followed as Chris exposed her boobs longer than he'd thought she would. Long enough that another lady produced a one-second copy of what Chris had done.

Chris dropped her shirt as she turned toward the field, sure her breasts were well- photographed, but not her face. Greg was quickly beside her, and they headed to the exit and Greg's car.

"You encouraged a copycat," he said, laughing. I got her picture, too, but she had gigantic hooters, so you should probably erase it."

"I win due to length of time exposed," she said with a giggle. "The last three things tomorrow, starting early. The mall opens at eight for walkers, and we can get started then. I may want to practice a little for the strip club. I took dance lessons through high school, so that should help."

They drove to Christine's house, and she jumped out of the car.

"Thanks again for your help, Greg. Three more to go tomorrow."

"I'll see you at 7:45 in the morning. Sleep well, Chris."

She waved as Greg backed out of the driveway. Yes, there were three things to complete tomorrow, and Chris knew that Greg would certainly be surprised at what would happen to him on the last one.

He was there on time on Thursday morning, and Chris was ready. She didn't fuss about who would be driving as she climbed into Greg's car and settled back in her seat.

"Shorts, a T-shirt, and my running shoes," she said, shrugging.

"Running shoes? You haven't said anything about running."

"I backed off a few months ago, but I always enjoyed it."

"You're tall with long legs. You should be a good runner."

"We may find out today. I brought this wrist thing to hold your phone. I'll try to call you from spots where you might be able to find me and take a photo."

"Wow, you've been thinking."

I also brought a cover-up. Being daring is one thing, but getting arrested is something else."

"What's the plan?"

"I'll run in and get the key, we'll drive to the store, and you'll go with me to hide it. Then back to the mall, and I'm off."