A Truth or Dare Story

Flashing in Public?

BY: Torre

After my last dare I was talking with Tamala and she told me about a dare someone from this site sent her. She was so excited about what happened on "her" last dare and at the same time empathetic toward my less than desirable outcome at the car wash. She tried to console me by telling me that I should quickly do another dare so I wouldn't be soured on my hobby. "You know," she said, "like when you fall of a horse you're supposed to get right back on again otherwise you'll never ride again."

The dare seemed pretty tame (actually I used the word lame) to me. I hope I don't offend the person that wrote her because Tamala would NEVER call this dare tame by any means but I have done a few more dares than her and thought this really wouldn't be very exciting after what I had been through with my ex-boyfriend. BOY, WAS I MISTAKEN!!!! This turned out to be a lot of fun and I will probably do this again. . .and again. . .and again!

OK the dare was to wear a dress or something with buttons and leave a few buttons open so that a little of my panties would show in front and then go out in public.

I decided to wear a pair of jeans and a short crop-top so that my belly button and a lot of bare flesh was visible before the waist of my regular cut jeans. I chose a bright red lacy pair of panties. As I was getting dressed I thought I would heat things up a bit. I intentionally used a pair of needle-nose pliers and broke two of the zipper teeth on the zipper so that I couldn't zip it all the way up if I wanted to. That way if someone pointed out my zipper was down, I could always use the excuse that it broken. I also decided that I would stay out doing all of my errands wearing this pair of jeans until someone actually "said" something. I was curious to see how far I could go. I had a long list of things to do and many places to go. Truthfully, I thought the dare wouldn't last very long and I could get on with my chores. It was an adventure into the unknown.

I looked at myself in the mirror after getting dressed and the first thing that struck me was that my red panties were pretty obvious through the open zipper! My bare tummy only served to draw attention to my pelvis, I thought, thus making my faux pas quite easy to spot - even to the most casual of observers. I decided that, rather than keep it all the way open, to zip up the zipper until it reached the broken teeth - which was about 2/3rd's the way up. The red material of my panties was still clearly visible.

In the car I went and off to the post office to mail a letter. Tamala was right about one thing. Getting out on another dare, even this simple one was quite a tonic! I got out of the car with my letters in hand and went inside to mail them. Bam! Right off the bat I was aware that an older guy did a double take after spotting me. He was standing at one of those mail-sorting counters going through his mail. I acted like I wasn't aware of him but through the corner of my eyes I saw he kept his eyes on me. It was quite a rush knowing that he was looking at me.

After I put my letters in the mail slot I decided to turn right toward him. He was about 10 feet away. As I did so, I stopped facing his direction and said, "Nice day, isn't it?" There was no mistaking it. He had spotted my panties. He quietly said, "Yes it is," and as if to engage me in conversation a little while longer added, "It's a little hot though, don't you think?" Knowing he knew about my panties and wanted to see more was electrifying for me! I responded, "Yeah. I hate this humidity. I wish we could get some rain."

He never took his eyes of me, or rather my pelvis. He just shook his head in agreement. I figured if he was going to point out my exposure, this would be the time but he didn't. All he said was, "Junk mail. I get so much of the darn stuff." He never even looked at his mail, which was so cute. It was all I could do to keep from breaking a smile and giving myself away. I decided to play along and talked small talk for another minute or two before bidding him goodbye. He never did say anything.

After starting my car I realized that I was getting a little excited about this dare. That was just what I guess I needed, a little of the right kind of attention! Knowing that I just may have brightened his day was a pretty cool feeling.

I headed for the gas station to fill up. After getting out of the car I looked at my reflection in the car window. I decided to go a little further by carefully unzipping the zipper another inch so that it was now almost 1/2 unzipped instead of only 1/3 - just in case I was mistaken about the post office guy being aware of my situation. This would be a little more obvious, I thought.

I pushed the "pay cash inside" button on the pump and started pumping. Another car pulled up opposite mine and the driver got out. It was a man in his 30's or so. I turned my back to my car keeping my hand on the nozzle so that I was now facing him. He didn't even give me a look. He was too busy going about his business. I chuckled as I thought to myself that I could have been completely naked and he probably wouldn't have noticed. When I was through I returned the nozzle to the pump and started toward the store to pay for my purchase. As I passed the man next to me, I said a polite, "Hello." Hoping he would look up. No such luck. He barely lifted his head as if to acknowledge me and continue filling his tank. Once inside I stood in line behind a few people waiting to pay. When it was my turn at the counter, I purposely stood several feet away so as not to obstruct the view of the older lady cashier. She looked right at me, then looked down and finally gave me an uncharacteristic smile as she took my money and she was still smiling as she handed me my change. I lingered a few minutes thinking she was going to say something, but she didn't. Her smile though, told me that she noticed my panties. After a brief awkward silence, I turned and left. I wondered what she thought about me as I walked to my car.

As I drove away I contemplated the last two situations. I figured, surely the reason the man didn't say anything was that he enjoyed the view and didn't want to spoil it. But why didn't the older lady point out my exposure? There wasn't anyone else in the store at the time so it couldn't have been because she was trying not to humiliate me in front of others. So why then did she just smile? The only thing I could think of was that old saying that goes something like, "Only a true and BRAVE friend would point out that you have a booger hanging out your nose." Maybe that was it. Even though she saw my situation, she didn't have the "courage" necessary to confront me. It might have been more embarrassing for HER to SAY something than just to leave it alone and say nothing. Hmmmm. I could have fun with this if that was the case. Just how far could I go with this I wondered?

I needed to shop for a few things so I decided to go all out and test my theory. Instead of my usual stores, I decided to head for the mall. If I was right, and people lacked the courage to speak up and confront me, then I ought to be able to openly stroll the crowded mall for a little while before someone saying something thus ending my dare. I figured it would be fun to find out just how long I could go.

As I got out of my car, I once again looked at my reflection in my car window. This time I pulled my zipper ALL the way down AND pulled the zipper flaps pretty far apart so that there was, I'd say, at least an orange-sized oval opening CLEARLY revealing my red panties. Even in the poor reflection of my window I could easily see them! I settled my nerves and took that first most difficult step from between the cars and out into the parking lot. What a rush!

As I walked along I passed several couples who were walking toward me. No one seemed to notice as they were talking or fidgeting with their bags full of purchases. That helped me calm my nerves. Now realize that this was a Sunday afternoon and the mall was pretty busy. I couldn't believe I was doing this on a weekend rather than waiting until late one weeknight.

I entered the mall through a large retail store. Oh heck I'll name names - it was a J.C.Penney store. Once inside I felt a bit trapped. I mean, outside at least I was close to my car and out in the open. Inside I felt like I was cornered somehow and less secure. I had entered near the ladies wear department so I decided to look around. I was immediately approached by a young clerk my age or a little less who asked if I needed help finding something. I was so taken aback by her sudden presence that I had to swallow a bit just to answer her that I was just looking. She said the usual things that sales clerks do standing about 3 feet in front of me and then told me to let her know if she could help. Hmmm. She didn't say anything about my panties and I'm sure she should have noticed. I chalked it up to her just doing her job and it was all automatic for her.

As I continued to browse, I looked up for some reason toward the cash register counter and saw her and another young girl talking while looking in my direction. They immediately turned away from me once they saw that I was looking at them - like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar!! OK, now I was sure that they BOTH knew. They were gossiping about me!! I pretended to look at a dress on a rack but kept my eyes on them and, sure enough, they both looked back at me and were giggling to themselves! I can't tell you what a feeling that was to know that they thought my careless exposure was a forbidden pleasure or something!! My heart began to beat faster and I got that very aroused feeling down there!

Now it was my turn! When they weren't looking I quietly approached them with a blue dress in my hand. Once I was right behind them I said, "Ahem. Excuse me, but is this dress on sale?" They both turned instantly and the look on their faces was priceless! They were so totally shocked. As I stood there waiting for an answer, the new girl dropped her eyes to my crotch and then I saw her try to stifle a smile. At that instant I got extremely wet. I could tell they were both embarrassed as being surprised like that. As the first girl looked at the tag, I guess to try and really answer my question, and then telling me it wasn't a sale item, the second girl kept biting her lip as if holding in her secret was killing her. She wanted to walk away but I was having too much fun. I took the dress, held it up next to me and asked her if she thought it would look good on me. She blushed a deep red and I do mean she blushed! She then said she thought that it would suit me well.

The original girl chimed in and advised, "Yes, Blue is nice but I think that RED is definitely your color." Her eyes were sparkling as she said that and the fact that she had emphasized the word RED in her voice was not lost on me. Surely they would say something to me now about my panties but they didn't. They even walked me over to the rack to try and find a "red" dress in my size. I was truly enjoying this!

After several minutes of looking I put the blue dress down and thanked them for their help and ambled on. A few minutes later I looked over my shoulder and saw the two clerks talking to a salesman - probably telling him what he had missed! I thought about going back and showing him but figured that would be too obvious.

Walking around the various departments was fun but it was pretty easy to be concealed. I mean, with all the merchandise all over the place someone would have to come right up to me to "see" my unzipped state. I stood in the store looking out at the entrance to the main mall. Plenty of exposure there. I debated about whether I had the courage to venture out in the open mall. Buoyed by my recent successes I decided to risk it. After all I told myself I would continue this until somebody actually said something. I pulled at my jeans to make sure the flaps were still pretty open. I took a deep breath and then. . .

Out I went, zipper wide-open and flashing my panties to anyone who would care to look! Man was that hard walking in the main mall with all of those people milling about!! I worried that I was walking too self-consciously like I was trying to get away with something so I tried to walk with an air of confidence.

The first thing I noticed was an older man with his wife. He obviously saw me and it was comical watching him try and maneuver his unsuspecting wife so he could still look at me without raising her suspicion! It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Finally she dragged him into a store and the look of agony on his face was obvious as he realized his fun was coming to an end! I LOVED IT!! I mean I have NEVER considered myself a tease as I am way too shy but I guess that was what I was doing. But I wasn't trying to be cruel, I was just, you know, doing an embarrassing dare. At least that's what I told myself. It was a novel feeling for me to say the least.

As I walked along I saw people noticing me. I mean I SAW that they looked at my crotch and I could almost feel their empathy for me but still no one said anything! They just politely walked on. Maybe I was right in my theory.

I especially enjoyed people when they tried to act as if they hadn't noticed but then followed me around - even changing directions just to keep up with me. I knew they were only trying to get a better look and sometimes I would oblige them by turning toward them holding up an object as if to look it over - just high enough to hide my face so they wouldn't detect my own embarrassment at what I was doing. Even though I couldn't see them, I KNEW that they were looking. I would then put the item down and turn away. I was on such a high after my car wash dare troubles.

After walking the mall for a while I headed toward the Food Court and bought a Coke. The Food Court, for those of you in another country that may not be familiar with the term, is a collection of fast-food restaurants all in one location at the mall. Sitting at the table enjoying myself I got very horny. The Food Court wasn't too far from the J.C.Penney store and it had its own outside mall entrance. This is where I did something that really could have gone very bad for me. I got up, went to the ladies' room and after doing my business, took off my jeans AND my panties. I put the panties in my jeans pocket. I put the jeans back on and kept the zipper completely open. I waited a bit until I was sure that no one was around and exited the stall. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw! Boy, was my pubic hair obvious! I dared myself to walk out in the Food Court like that just to see what kind of reaction I got. When I heard someone open the restroom door, I panicked and went back into the stall. My nerves were a wreck. I almost chickened out but my hormones got the best of me. After the person left, I decided just to boldly walk out and make my way to my car. That was easier said than done but I did it.

Once outside the restroom I was hardly able to keep standing on my legs! As usual when I am extremely nervous they almost failed me. But they didn't. As I entered the Food Court from the restroom hallway I looked around. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see. I mean people were eating and going about their business. I took a few steps and passed by a table where a couple of people my age were sitting. I saw out of the corner of my eye the lady nudge her boyfriend and whisper something in his ear. I had been spotted. I half expected a scream or some rude comment, but as before, nothing was said. It's like as long as it was an innocent or accidental thing I had a license to expose myself. I couldn't believe it. I walked to one of the counters and reached for a napkin to wipe (actually to hide) my face. I felt the cool air conditioning on my nether region and it made me all the more excited. I was in the midst of a huge number of people and showing my pubes! What on earth was I doing? I wondered.

I confidently walked out the door and into the parking lot. I had about oh, I don't know, a thousand feet to travel around the Department store to get to the place where I left my car.

I saw several shocked faces as I walked but still - nobody said anything! I couldn't believe it!! My pubic hair and practically the lips of my labia were easily seen - at least that's how it felt to me as wide as my zipper was open and yet nothing was said!!

I walked up a row of cars to get out of the main roadway to avoid being hit because I sure wasn't paying too close of attention to cars.

I had rounded several rows and saw in the distance the approximate area of my car. I turned to walk down an aisle when I came upon a nicely groomed, young man oh about 18 or 19 with red hair and a face full of freckles. He looked so innocent and shy. His eyes bugged out so far when he realized what he was seeing as he approached me. It was so cute to see him swallow hard. He just stopped a few feet in front of me. I could see he was visibly shaken and very nervous. He was breathing hard. I stopped too and said simply, "Yes? Can I help you?" Knowing of course that he was taking all of me in.

For lack of a better description he appeared to be the typical, clean cut nerdy type. His throat moved a bit like he was trying to get the words out and then finally said, "Don't get mad at me ma'am," (He called me ma'am! I'm only 25 for Pete's sake. I'm not a "ma'am" yet!!)

He continued, "But. . .your. . .ah. . .zipper is undone." He blushed almost as red as his hair and immediately dropped his head toward the ground like he couldn't stand to face me because of what he had said. Finally, someone took the time to point out my exposure!

I played my part rather well I thought. I let out an "Oh my God!" and quickly dropped my hand to my zipper and tried to pull it up. "Oooohhh. . .it's stuck!" I said almost in a panic as I frantically yanked at the zipper trying to get it up. The young man started to leave. "WAIT!" I yelled. "Don't go. People will see me. Stand here a minute until I get it fixed!" I ducked next to a car and the polite young man tried to oblige. He stood in front of me but he kept his head turned away. It's nice to know there are some gentlemen left in this world! LOL

I fidgeted for a bit and then said in a pitiful voice, "Oh, It's broken! See? Look here. It IS broken, isn't it?" I asked, pointing to the missing zipper teeth. I guess to innocently answer my question he instinctively lowered his head to almost a few inches away from my crotch to get a better look. Then realizing what he had done, (and probably what he was looking at,) he blushed again and quickly stood up and looked away. He offered me his shirt to use as cover and started to unbutton it. Imagine, here was a total stranger going to give me the shirt off his back to spare me the embarrassment of walking around with a broken zipper. He restored my faith in the male gender!! Of course I declined and told him I would just go back home and change. I covered myself with my hands and I thanked him for his kindness and as he started to leave I noticed for the first time the rather large buldge in his pants. I don't know who was more embarrassed - HIM or ME!! He saw that I saw his arousal and he had the most exquisite expression of dread and fear on his face! It was so erotic. I mean "me" of all people doing that to someone. It still amazes me that I can do that. I took it as a silent compliment and felt warm inside.

He left and I watched him as I walked away. Sure enough he looked back at me over his shoulder a couple of times, smiling a tender, not lewd smile, you know the type that says we shared something unique.

When I got to my car I started the engine and turned on the air and sat for a minute. I was so worked up!! I put my hand down my pants and fondled myself for a minute and then screamed as something caught my eye. It was a man standing at the open door of the car next to me - LOOKING AT ME and of course he had an evil grin! I yanked my hand from under my pants and put my wet fingers on the steering wheel. I slammed the car in gear and took off. I was so embarrassed at getting caught.