Your Evening

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Your Evening

By Jappio

Part 3

Walking back, you realize how silly you look. Clutching your figure and barely hanging onto the items you're carrying probably looks desperate. There is no way to look dignified and confident when having to hunch over and hide so much.

This time, as you hand over the controller, you make the mistake of actually looking at your guest. You really get a moment to see just how much they seem to appreciate seeing your breasts bounce into freedom when you move your arm. It's hard to read their emotions. Happiness is clear, but that's about all you can tell.

After they get the controller, your arm snaps back into place and you spin on your heal. You plop back down in your seat. You still haven't gotten used to the feeling of being naked and sitting there.

There is silence, and the screen is still black. You hadn't turned the TV on yet, and of course you can't expect your friend to do it tonight. Groaning, you reach forward, grabbing the remote. You feel your breasts sag and hang as you're bent ahead, and you don't have to look to know the action is being watched. Constantly having a voyeur made you self conscious of every action.

You lean back again and turn the TV on and switch the input. The game can finally begin and you drop the remote on the couch next to you, so you don't have to reach for it again later. Before the game can start truly though, you have a personal challenge to solve.

No way to keep your hands where they are. You need them both on the controller. You glance to your side, and you are being watched still. You are sure you haven't the grace to pull this off perfectly, so you instead try to do it quick.

You draw the control up from up from your lap. Meanwhile, you cross your legs. The action hopefully kept your lips hidden, but you're pretty sure how you keep your pubic region was shown briefly. An embarrassing fact you worried would never be forgotten. Your other hand also grasps your electronic device. You hunch forward, and rest each breast against wrist of either hand. It's not much, and most of the swell of your chest is uncovered now, but you are still hiding as much as possible.

Your guest smirks. "Doesn't look comfortable, but if you want to be tense and not enjoy yourself, that's fine," they start up the game, and in no time the beeps and boops fill the room, almost in rhythm with the sound of your heart thumping in your chest. Retaining as much modesty as possible is a constant battle, keeping you alerted at all times.

The game is tough to play, as it's hard to get into it. Your mind is in such a different place. Your breasts are squished against your wrists, your bare breasts! It feels so far from normal. Any little movement made it feel like you'd expose yourself.

You also feel vulnerable below the waist. Your crossed legs bring your thighs together tightly. It's an odd feeling, a very naked feeling. It's the first time you've truly haven't covered that are with a hand since your guest arrived.

The two of you were starting to get into the swing of things. You're pretty surprised you were keeping up with them actually, considering how unnerved you are. It wasn't the movie distraction you hoped for, but it seemed like it maybe was something. The active nature of it did keep you involved in something other than worrying.

You felt a pang in your heart when you realized you could feel your nipples now scraping your wrists. Seemed you jostled yourself just a bit too much while trying to get your character on screen to dodge some attack. Your wrists were no longer holding your breasts, but instead tickling the perky ends. You lose track of the game as you quickly try to readjust the controller so you can hide yourself again.

You notice you're not the only one performing poorly either. Your guest is only half paying attention you find, they're taking breaks from staring at the screen to stare at you! They probably saw that mess up too with letting your nipples slip! The view was most likely a perfect profile shot of their full swell and nipples!

"You know, you'd do better if you weren't so tense. I think you should just lie back and not worry too much," your friend suggests.

"Maybe if you didn't stare at me so much, you'd do better," you snarkily reply. They just laugh it off however.

They pause the game. "You know though, you are the one meant to entertain tonight, you're the host. I don't think it's good if the host is all bottling herself up. Have to let loose a little and not be so concealed. "Welcoming" is a big key to it," they ramble on. It's clear they're just making it up as they go. They hardly have an argument.

You aren't in the right mind to argue though. Again, you think how you did lose the bet. You were meant to play along that night. You prided yourself in how fair you could be, so might as well be fair in paying up. Be the better sport. Your friend had already seen your breast a couple of times...

Somehow, you've convinced yourself. Perhaps you'd just felt just a little too competitive; you take the challenge. You start to lean back, and lower your arms. You take one large breath, your chest rising, as if truly presenting itself finally. You physically felt more comfortable, but emotionally you were hitting a new peek. True and blatant exposure, you were letting your boobs be shown off!

No time to think though, as the game is restarted. You pull your own eyes away from your chest and get back to the game. You do start to do better, the posture alone helping out. You're not at your best, the nagging feeling of being undressed ever present. Yet you do start to do better than your guest, though that's because their attention hasn't improved! You wondered how anyone could be so interested in your breasts!

Adrenaline eggs you on to keep on playing, though that has its negative side effects for your plight. Each and every exaggerated move you subconscious make with your character on screen makes your body move. You don't notice it every time, but every now and again you know that your breasts surely are bouncing and jolt about.

Somehow, with neither of you playing at your best, you do manage to beat some levels. Time has thankfully ticked away, bringing you closer to the end of the night. Once your friend seems satisfied with the game, and sets the controller down, you do the same and cover up.

"Hey, I thought we agreed you didn't need to hide those anymore," they complain.

You roll your eyes, "You mean the whole night? You haven't gotten enough of them? I mean, if I don't hide them at least a little, you'll just keep looking."

They shrug and smile. "We bet the loser would be a naked host. You don't think that wouldn't entail constant looking? I mean, why else be naked?" You blush more, realizing that you really are like that to be eye candy; it really was the only reason to be undressed for someone.

You feel you need to change the subject. "Whatever, I'll just go get dinner started," you say, getting up. You keep two hands in front of your last hidden area, not ready to relent that to the desire of their eyes. Yet walking with your breasts uncovered is still enough to get your face heated. No objections are made though, and you're able to escape to the kitchen again.

Your head is swirling. You were originally picturing yourself sitting around covering with your hands all night. Now you've somehow have lost the right to cover half of that. Things were escalating and further than you imagined somehow. You were still handling it, even though your earlier and tamer prediction of the night seemed daunting.

In a moment of peace, you were able to also better analyze how you felt. Nipples were still hard, and a gentle touch to them shot a bolt of energy through your spine. Your body tingled. You had tried to ignore it during the game, but it was now impossible to deny you were getting turned on. A tentative touch to your lower area confirmed it plenty with the discovery of a few droplets of wetness.

You groan to yourself. You can't believe your body is enjoying this somehow. You try to take your mind off it by beginning in the prep for dinner. You still had a guest you owed hosting to after all.

You reach your hands up. The weight of your breasts is more apparent when lifted. You get onto your tippy toes to barely reach the bowl you need when you catch sight of your guest standing at the side of the room!

You freeze for a moment. Though you'd been naked in front of them for awhile now, having been walked in on a moment you felt you had privacy just brought back all the feelings of vulnerability. From their angle, every profile curve of your body was in sight. Your breasts pulled up, nipples out, the smoothness of your stomach, the roundness of your bottom, and even your hip bones! Such a bare and exposed vision of total nudity was being offered up like it was nothing!

Your mission to get the bowl halts as you hunch and turn away. Instincts take over; you cross your arms over your breasts and lift a leg to better hide the only spot you haven't totally shown off yet. Chuckling, your guest just says, "relax, I'm just here to help a bit. You don't need to be so skittish."

Their eyes scan your figure still. They didn't want to help; they just wanted to ogle you more. You ease a leg down and a hand between your legs. You turn and try to reach for the bowl once more. Your guest's smile shows they love having a naked lady around.

This second attempt was going poorer than the first. Now that you're trying to cover, you can't reach the bowl. Normally it wasn't so difficult, but your modesty was holding you back.

"Need a boost?" your friend asks. Then, you feel hands where normally waistbands should go! Two hands are gripping your very bare hips, and the feeling sends shivers up and down your spine! The grip is firm, as if ready to lift you into the air!

You shake your hips and wiggle free! You snap your head around, "I am fine on my own!" you say. You worry just how much your voice shook though. The touch somehow made you feel more naked, as if feeling skin on skin just reconfirmed your state of dress all the more. Did they think you were more naked somehow by touching you too?

With them still behind you, you try to make a quick move to get the bowl. One hand you use to steady yourself on the counter as you stretch up to get the bowl. Your skin crawls knowing a foot behind you someone is watching you, seeing just how your bottom probably flexes with the exaggerated reach. You grasp the bowl, and bring it back down.

Your personal bubble still feels much invaded. You set the bowl down and bring both hands between your legs. You turn and request, "Can you give me a bit of room?" As you ask, there is little space between the two of you.

They're of course looking down at your body. Your breasts squish closer together with your arms framing them on each side. You feel so dumb for not being able to cover them up any longer.

"I can take the hint. I'm not much help here I suppose," and with that, they step back, and go to lean against the kitchen table. You won't be getting any privacy it seems, but you don't have the voyeur looking over your shoulder any longer at least.

Ingredients, mixing, and cooking the meal was next. Each step felt so surreal. Despite being your usual, it was all new and different to you. You'd never made something naked, nor while being watched so intently. Even though it was your body being stared at, you still felt you had to be careful with every step of the recipe.

Movements had to be calculated. Any little bend or lowering was a risky move. You were really hoping your hidden lips never poked out for your guest to see.

Once things were cooking in the oven, you had time to kill. You felt awkward, not even sure what subject to try and bring up. You were waiting naked in the kitchen with such a close friend, so there weren't many subjects that felt natural to bring up.

"Come on, come stand next to me. You don't have to be so impersonal," your friend offers. They seemed to be trying to act sweet, but you had no reason to deny their request. Soon you too were leaning against the table, shoulder to shoulder with them.

You grew jealous. The sleeve of their shirt was just barely touching your skin, and you wish you had even just that. Being left with no cover felt so unfair. Your friend was totally covered, and you had nothing. You felt powerless for some reason. You'd lost bets before, but nothing on this level.

"So, why is it you want to cover up so bad?" They ask. They gesture to both your hands that have tightly clasped over your front side again. You aren't even sure how to answer. "The shy thing is very cute, I won' lie. Yet it is a bit of a tease, just makes me want to see there anymore! The sooner you show me, the easier it'll be to get used to me seeing it!"

"Not like I want you getting used to seeing me naked. It's not meant to be a regular thing," you snidely respond.

With total confidence, they accuse, "Oh, I'd bet that you'd play with these sort of stakes again in some future game, and you'll end up losing too again eventually." You hate how you can't seem to bring yourself to say the word, "no." Why couldn't you deny them? Were they right? Would you risk your clothes again, despite how embarrassing things were so far?

"You lost big time, but at least enjoy it as much as you can! Don't be so prudish!" they tease, and then they grab your wrists! You aren't able to stop them as they pull your hands away and to the side! Your knees almost buckle! Your sex is in the open!

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Your Evening

By Jappio

Part 4

You cross your legs the best you can, but the damage has been done! You moan a complaint, pulling your hands back out of their grasp. Just the two seconds of exposure felt like eons. Their eyes are wide, their smile broad, and their demeanor was that of someone who clearly felt triumphant.

A scolding was maybe in order, but you instead retreat to the oven. You want to collect your thoughts and check on the meal. You aren't sure how to react. Was it going too far, or were they getting what they deserve by getting the look? If the bet was to be naked, then exposure was implied...

You picture your own pussy, thinking just how it looked before in the mirror. That same image in the mirror from before was what your friend had in their mind. You had no way to undo that, no way to cover it up any longer.

Your face was feeling steamy before even opening the oven. The meal was close to complete, and it would be time to serve it soon. You had to hope you could compose yourself before then. "It's almost ready," you announce. Your guest takes it as a cue to get into a chair and ready to have the food brought to them.

Plates and utensils were prepped. You were glad to have the moment to yourself a bit. Eyes were still on your backside, but you didn't have to deal with the teasing for a bit. Though no calmer, you did feel a bit more "in place." It was a hard feeling to put into words. You were less panicked and more accepting of the situation.

The food was ready, and you distributed it to each plate. You then wondered how you would get the food there, both hands would be needed. Perhaps their dirty trick before was a good way to be the ice breaker... they'd already seen your pussy now, so you'd be able to more easily do so on your own.

Surely they weren't truly conditioning you to expose yourself? There was no way you'd just be ok with it! You were just stuck to this fate; it wasn't like you had a choice...

Their plate in hands, you carry it to them. You try to hold it in a way where it would hopefully block their downward angle view of your lips. You know it isn't much, but it's something. You weren't going to start looking like an exhibitionist if you could help it at all.

"Looks amazing," they say as you set the plate down. You note though how their eyes didn't follow the plate as they said it! In a flustered huff, you set back to the counter to get your plate. You repeat the same trip back, and get just as much attention! You sit down in a chair opposite, and try your best to eat.

The teasing was thankfully halted at times to compliment the meal. Even though your nudity was their highlight, you felt a bit proud you could at least please your guest's taste buds too! They didn't seem to skip chances to watch your naked breasts throughout the whole meal though!

The meal is finished, you're ready to gather the plates to put them in the sink for cleaning later. As you do so, your friend speaks up, "you know, I think all things considered, you can stop covering up altogether now, right? I mean, I've seen it all a couple times now, no point in being shy now. Wouldn't be right for you back down."

You sigh, "Whatever." You bring the dishes to the sink. Truthfully, it wasn't just "whatever," but you didn't want to face them with your face flaring up so brightly again. How much did they know this was affecting you? Just how much enjoyment did they get out of you being embarrassed? You weren't sure you wanted them to have that satisfaction, knowing just how bad this whole bet was getting to you.

They head towards the living room again. You know it's just so they can watch your reentrance. They probably thought you did agree to the no-covering rule they just added. They truly thought they were running the show, that you would listen to them.

You want to disobey, but something didn't seem right about that either. Giving in couldn't have been the right answer, but it's the one you went with. As you headed back into the room, you let them see your entirely bare front side. Your arms hang at your sides.

Unlike the quick looks before, this was much slower and more deliberate. Your breasts and mound was there to be seen, and it felt like you were moving in slow motion. Thoughts of you walking naked towards your guest, other friends, or a full crowd flashed through your mind.

When besides the couch, mere couple of feet from them, you stopped. You felt rigid and stuck. You had no plan anymore, your mind was blank. Were you waiting for a command, for more instruction?

You shake your head; trying to focus. You weren't just about totally submit because of some bet. It perturbed you somewhat with how easily such an instinct was coming to you though. You sat on the couch again, next to your guest. You are naked and sitting, no longer covering.

You had no more plans for the evening. Any other night, it would have been so much more natural to move onto some sort of other activity. You couldn't escape the feelings and thoughts racing through your heart and mind.

Sensing your struggle, your guest turns and actually looks you in the eyes, "I don't know if you're at all worried, but you do look stunning. I don't mean that just because you're naked either. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

You're speechless! Why did they think you were self concious? Did you even know if you felt that way? Did you care what your body looked like? Did you care of their approval? Were you more concerned with what your nudity said about you as a person?

"You should be quite proud. You've really held up your end of the bargain. Not a stitch the whole night, from head to toe," as they said this, they reached down and touched two fingers to your calf. They dragged the two fingers up your legs, over the side of your hip, jumping to your arm and up to your shoulder. The whole motion kept you paralyzed. You were truly naked!

They take your hand and place it on their lap. You feel the denim of their pants. They pull it higher and let you touch the cotton of their shirt. It's all clothing you don't have, that they have. They're covered, and you're not!

"You lost, and you're naked. You're brave and exposed. You blush and want to hide. These all sound right? What else though, what else can you tell me about this all?" your friend asks. Their eyes sparkle. Being locked into your eyes almost seems more embarrassing than when they saw your undressed form! You look away; you look down and at yourself, just to break the eye contact. You didn't want them able to see too much of how you felt.