Just Ten Things Pt. 04

And that's exactly what they did. Chris went inside, and Greg went to the woods next to the parking lot, where she'd begin her journey.

In just a couple of minutes, Greg saw Christine putting her running shoes to good use, and she joined him in the woods. He took a photo, enjoying once more seeing Christine's naked body, naked except for the running shoes.

She headed off into the trees while he drove partway to the convenience store to wait for her call. It was hard not to picture her sneaking through the wood and, he was sure, across open areas as well.

"Hey, I'm ready to cross Wexford Road, and I put some leaves on the sidewalk to mark the place."

"On my way." He drove to Wexford, saw the leaves, and parked. There were no cars or people in sight. He called.

"Ready?" he heard from in the trees.

"It's all clear, and I'm ready."

He started to video and spotted Chris running from behind some bushes. He also spotted a car that had just pulled out of a driveway and was headed toward her. He watched both of them come to a quick stop. But Chris was quickly in motion again, dashing across Wexford, through a backyard, and into the woods once more.

The newcomer car pulled up beside Greg and stopped.

"Did you see that?"

Christine was anything but a that.

"I sure did."

"She looked like she was naked."

"Hard to tell for sure."

The driver shook his head. "If I were thirty years younger, I'd be out of this car and chasing her." He laughed. "Not gonna happen, though. Have a good day, fellow."

As the car pulled away, Greg punched the phone.

"Are they gone?"

"Yeah, he thought you were naked."

"He's right. Listen, I'll meet you behind the store, and we'll figure out how to get the key."

Greg met her behind the dumpster which was behind the store. They talked, and then Greg went to the front of the store. There was only one customer who was in the process of leaving. He motioned for Chris to join him and went in first to distract the clerk. He guessed she had followed, bought a Gatorade to share, and left, heading for the dumpster. He handed her the Gatorade and then photographed her drinking it.

Christine took off to make the return trip while Greg went straight to the mall to wait for her. Not surprisingly, there were more people around now that the mall was open, and he wondered how she'd handle that. It didn't take long to find out as he saw her coming toward him in the cover-up, which wasn't doing a very good job of covering her up.

"Don't take a picture now," she said with a laugh. "Let's go inside, and I'll get dressed."

They went to the lockers, which were tucked away in a dead-end hallway, used infrequently by shoppers for temporary storage. Chris took off the cover-up, Greg photographed her, she dressed, and they went to the car.

"How was your trip?"

"I was nearly run over, spotted by two dogs, and seen by a woman who I think couldn't believe what she was seeing. And I had to choose my path carefully so I wouldn't be all scratched up for tonight." She laid his phone on the seat. "You might want to take a peek at your phone when you get a chance."

When they pulled into Christine's driveway, he checked his phone, and he had a text message.

"They have a problem at Bernard's, and I'd better check on it. What time tonight?"

"Be here at seven o'clock if you can. Things start at the club at seven-thirty, and I'm the first one on. So, we can finish there and get on to number ten."

"Hey, see you then," he said and headed home to take care of the Bernard's problem.

Chris went inside to practice her dancing.

Her mind was working as she practiced. She hadn't become exactly comfortable with people seeing her topless or naked, but she was getting used to it. But tonight would be different, she was sure. Most of her earlier sightings had been quick or accidental. Tonight, it would be purposeful, with people cheering and yelling for her to do more. At least she was first, and maybe they wouldn't be too riled up yet. Greg would be there for support, and she hoped she could handle it all.

Chris danced in front of her full-length mirror and naked. For the first time in her life, she wished that her moderate-sized boobs were a little larger, but just for tonight. She knew that her long legs and tight butt would go over well with a raucous crowd.

As she gazed at the mirror, she made a decision. She'd take a shower and shave herself. She'd done that for her first boyfriend, and she thought the crowd would like it. And there was that mysterious number ten that would happen after the club. At least it was mysterious for Greg.

He picked her up, and they headed for the club, Christine jabbering as they drove along.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

"I guess so. This is so different from everything else. I'm not sure how I'll handle it.

"Just use the temporary transformation method."

"What's that?"

"When you step onto that stage, you're the stripper, and you're in charge. The crowd is under your control, and you'll give them what they want when you're ready to. It's you that will be shedding your clothes, not them."

"Sounds good. I'll give it a try. It was interesting earlier to try to convert my dancing from G to R-rated."

"Can't wait to see it."

There was something she couldn't wait to do and see as well.

At the club, Greg received special permission to stand in a little balcony at the rear of the somewhat small room to video. Chris gave them the flash drive with her music that she'd quickly put together. The room was beginning to fill, so she headed backstage, and Greg took his place. He pulled his phone from his pocket and reviewed the three selfies that Chris had taken on her trip. A big smile on one, a wink on the second, an astonished look on the third. He knew he'd keep those for a while.

Christine was ready in her short skirt, sleeveless blouse, lacy bra, the only thong underwear she owned, and the four-inch heels she never wore. Her music began, and she opened the door and slithered onto the stage to loud hoots and cheers.

Swinging her hips, she walked to the front of the stage. She gestured to her clothing.

"It's all for sale from the outside in, and since I'm an amateur, all the money will go to charity."

She began to dance, her body undulating and twisting sensuously. She watched a man approach the stage and stepped over to where he was holding some money.

"My wife would love that blouse," he said, tucking the money carefully under the skirt and the tiny elastic band of her thong.

"Why don't you unbutton it?

The man carefully unbuttoned the blouse and then slid it off her shoulders, revealing the lacy but skimpy bra. He walked away smiling.

More sensual dancing and two men headed forward this time. She danced to the edge. Both men were holding up money. She licked her lips and looked from one to the other.

"Gentlemen, work it out."

The two men talked, and one brought more money from his pocket. He smiled at Chris.

She extended her hip toward him, and he unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt. She shimmied, and it dropped to the floor, the front of her thong a few inches from his face. His eyes raised to hers, and Chris winked.

"For your wife?"

"Girlfriend," he said as he tucked the in the front of her thong, causing her breath to catch a tiny bit as she wasn't expecting it.

But with just a tiny bra and a thong to cover her long body, her dancing took on a new intensity, its vigor and sheer sexuality causing a line to form at the stage. She danced a little longer, then went to the line.

As she watched the men negotiating, she realized she'd grown accustomed to the hoots, howls, whistles, and other loud comments, but now she realized she'd soon be topless. She was sure her dancing be even more carefully watched. And after that? She'd be headed home before long.

More dollars in her thong and a man walking away with a lacy bra while Christine felt her nipples hardening. More dancing with hips undulating and breasts being squeezed. But anxious men were waiting to see full nudity. By the time she got there, only one man remained, and he handed her the money. She removed all of the money from her thong, smiled, then whispered.

"Be careful. These pointed shoes can cause lots of damage."

"No worries," he assured her, then slid the waistband down her legs, and she could feel his breath on her freshly shaved pussy. When she stepped out of the thong, she was naked.

Despite loud calls for her to do all sorts of things that she had no intention of doing, she had decided to end her show after a little more dancing. She blew a kiss to the crowd, turned, and walked to the exit door, giving them a last view of her very cute ass.

She wished good luck to the lady who was set to follow her on stage, then dressed in the clothes she had brought with her. When she stepped into the hallway, Greg was waiting for her.

"I don't know about the rest of them, but you sure as hell turned me on,"

"Oh, yeah. It had to be good, then, since you've seen pretty much all of it before." She chuckled. "Let's get going. We still have number ten ahead of us."

"And what would that be."

"You'll find out before too long. Drive me home, and I'll invite you in."

Now, Greg's curiosity was piqued. What did Chris have to do for her last challenge, and why had she saved it until last? He was about to find out he was sure.

"Hey, how much money did you get?"

"I need to count it again, but I think about four hundred and ten dollars."

"If you'd have done some of the things they were yelling at the end, you could probably have made a lot more."

Christine closed her eyes and shook her head. But they were pulling into her driveway.

Inside the house, she could barely contain herself, particularly after what she'd just done. She'd just play it by ear.

"Are you hungry?" she asked innocently.

"Maybe later, but you've been tormenting me with number ten. What the heck is it?"

That was all she needed. She smiled at Greg.

"For number ten, you have to do just as I tell you."

"So I'm involved?"

"That's what the paper says."

"Cool."

"Bring that wooden chair to the center of the room."

Greg did as directed, then smiled at Christine.

"Take your shirt off and your shoes and socks."

A wary look crossed Greg's face, but he didn't hesitate to do what she asked.

"Now you can decide what else you might want to remove."

Chris enjoyed the puzzled look on Greg's face, and she wasn't surprised when he removed his shorts, leaving only his boxers.

"Now sit in the chair and put your hands on top of your thighs."

He did as told, his eyes on Chris.

"You're not allowed to leave the chair or move your hands."

"Okay," he said, nodding.

Now, it was Christine's turn. First, she started recording on her phone and carefully propped it on a table. Then she moved in front of the chair and smiled. Slowly and with very deliberate movements, she unbuttoned her blouse, spreading it a little so that he could see she was braless. He'd seen her breasts several times, but she knew this was different as she tossed the blouse aside, massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples. She pushed her pants to her ankles and stepped out of them.

"I'm naked, but this naked is different, isn't it?" she asked as she walked around his chair, dragging her hand across his chest. When she looked down, she could see the huge bulge in his boxers, hoping that what was causing the bulge might find its way out through the fly.

"Hell, yes, this is different. I can hardly breathe."

Back in front of him now, she sat on his thigh, leaning forward to allow a hard nipple to rub gently on his smooth chest. She licked her lips and brushed them against his, drawing a groan from Greg.

"The paper said I was to pick a man and give him a lap dance. I thought you might like it if I chose you. I know I do." She slid forward on his thigh, her pussy rubbing the back of his hand. She slid back, smiling. She stood and began dancing, her body movements very sexually suggestive. She turned her back to Greg and bent and touched her toes, holding the position for several seconds.

More circuits of the chair, her hand dragging over his body, her breath in his ears, her fingers lightly touching his neck.

She stopped and slowly stepped up onto the seat of the chair, her legs straddling his. For the second time that evening, she could feel hot breath on her private parts and leaned forward until her mons touched his face. She was sure she felt his tongue touch her and backed away.

"Naughty, naughty," she chastised, leaning forward once again.

It had been a long time since she'd been involved in anything that heated her blood like this lap dance was doing, and it was only building on what had been happening the last few days. She wanted more and was ready to get it.

As for Greg, with her mons nearly against his face, the tantalizing aroma filling his nose had him ready to explode. He had wondered about it and wanted to thank the one who had written up Chris's list. She was a dream, and he couldn't understand why, at thirty-nine, she was unattached. But people probably wondered the same about him. Still, with what had happened already, he was wondering where this number ten was headed.

Climbing down from the chair, she circled him, blowing her breath in one ear as she passed and tonguing the other one. She had been dying to do something, and this time, she stopped in front of him. Carefully tugging on his boxers, she aligned the fly, then cautiously inserted her hand. She grabbed the throbbing erection and pulled it out through the fly. She could hear Greg's breathing. It wasn't huge but was more than enough to take good care of her.

"Poor guy wanted to get out, and now that he's out, I should probably take good care of him." Backing up to Greg and the chair, she grasped him once again, carefully aiming it as she sat back and felt him enter her. "Lap dance is over, and you're free to move," she gasped, but he had already begun to move. She'd been on the pill for years and was ready for anything.

She felt his hands squeezing her breasts, pulling insistently on the now hard and extended nipples. One of the hands moved, and she could feel it crossing her shaved mons, then seeking the now engorged nub, his finger feeling so much better than the vibrator she had used just days ago.

She sensed him leaning forward, then standing with her still impaled on his erection. He shuffled to one wall, bending so she could stand. She leaned forward, hands on the wall, loving every instant of the ecstatic pounding she was getting. She hoped it would never stop. His hand certainly hadn't stopped, and she felt the climax approaching, surprising herself with the loud scream she uttered as the first spasms began.

That was all Greg needed, and his own spasms were filling her with his seed. It was a physical and mental sensation he'd never experienced before.

There was a moment of near silence, broken only by the ragged breathing and small sounds the pair were making.

"Christine," he said as he kissed her back, "what just happened?"

She was afraid that if she moved, she might collapse.

"Hold me up, Greg."

"You don't have to ask me twice," he said, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her against him.

"And you'd better not have to ask what just happened."

"I mean, I know, but it was so unexpected; I'm just not sure why it happened."

"Don't be silly. You had to know something was going to happen, the way I tormented you about number ten."

"Oh, I did, but I kept telling myself it was too much to hope for."

Chris turned to face Greg. "I've missed this part of my life but never found anyone I wanted to share it with. Guess what?"

"I've been trying to guess. I need to know. I want to hear it."

Chris put her arms around Greg's neck, and their lips met for the first time.

"Was that better than words?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling. "Now, about that video."

"You think that's a little much to share with the girls?"

"They don't know me, so I'm clear. It's up to you,"

"I'll save the original and take a cut version tomorrow."

"Now that the challenge is over, what do we do?"

Chris smiled at the look on Greg's face. "We both go back to work and then we get together to figure things out.

"Works for me. Do I have to go home tonight?"

"A waste of time and gasoline."

"I love your thinking."