“Oh, yes he will. He’ll look twice at me and then he’ll look twenty times more.”
“You really don’t want to go in there?”
“I really don’t.”
Ben shrugged. “Okay. Why don’t you wait outside for me, then? I won’t be that long.”
The thought of waiting outside the store naked and alone didn’t sound much better to Chloe. But she thought it was better than the alternative. “All right,” she said. “But hurry, okay?”
“Definitely. What do you want to drink?”
“Um… how about an orange Gatorade?”
“One orange Gatorade coming up.”
“Will you…oh my god!” In the distance, headlights appeared over the hill. Chloe froze, looking around for somewhere to hide. Unfortunately, she didn’t see any nearby parked cars to take refuge behind.
“Hide in the doorway there,” Ben told her, pointing at the recessed entryway to the dress shop they were passing.
“It’s not deep enough?” Chloe said, even as she hurried towards the doorway.
“I’ll hide you.” Ben stepped in front of her, blocking her from the street. As Chloe felt her back press against the glass door of the dress shop, Ben stepped in close to her. His face was right above hers, and she felt his hands on her hips. Without thinking, she leaned into him and pressed a kiss on his lips.
“Good thinking,” he murmured to her, after she broke the kiss. “We’ll just look like a pair of lovers stealing kisses in the shadows.”
“Yeah…” Chloe hungrily pressed another kiss on his mouth. She could feel his hand sliding up her side, moving to her front to squeeze her breast. Her body reacted to his touch, pushing against him as if drawn into his gravity. The excitement and desire that had been simmering within her with every minute she’d kept herself exposed to his view suddenly roared to life, and she wanted nothing more than to have him touch every part of her body.
His hand cupped her pussy just as the car drove by. The driver didn’t slow, and showed no sign of having seen their erotic tangle in the doorway. Ben’s finger pushed inside her, and Chloe moaned. He fingered her for a moment while she pressed helplessly against him. When he stepped away, disengaging himself, Chloe whimpered in frustration.
“Come on,” Ben said, tugging on the leash. “Let’s get to the store so we can head back.” Chloe felt torn, part of her eager to return home, the other part of her wanting to remain with Ben in the doorway, kissing him and feeling his touch on her skin. She let the leash pull her back onto the sidewalk.
They could see the parking lot of the Food Mart around the corner of the adjacent building, and it was completely empty. Chloe thought there would be at least one car, for the employee working inside, but maybe he walked to work. “Where should I wait for you?” she asked.
“I see a good spot,” Ben said. He walked towards the entrance of the store.
“I don’t want to go inside,” Chloe reminded him.
“You won’t. Here we go. Bend over, please.” Ben knelt down about ten feet from the glass door.
Chloe crouched, confused about where she was supposed to hide. She saw a newspaper machine, a Redbox machine, a green metal rack full of fliers. None of them seemed like very good cover.
“There we go.” Ben stood, nodding his head in satisfaction.
“What…?” At first, Chloe didn’t understand what she was seeing. Ben stood in front of a small metal bike rack, little more than a metal bar that rose out of the concrete in an inverted U shape. It wouldn’t provide any cover at all.
Then she noticed that the leash had been tied to the bike rack.
“Ben!” she protested, trying to stand, but the leash stopped her short, her head barely three feet above the ground. She went back down to her knees, pulling at the knot, but it held tight. “You can’t be serious!”
“I’ll be quick,” he said.
“Ben! Are you really going to leave me out here like this?”
“You didn’t want to go inside, right?” He crouched down next to her. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips, and despite her distress, Chloe found herself kissing him back.
Ben broke the kiss. Chloe blinked up at him, sitting on her left hip with her legs to the side. “Ben…”
“You’ll barely even notice I was gone.” He leaned forward again and this time he kissed her nipples, first pressing his lips against her left nipple, then her right. Chloe inhaled, astonished at how good it felt. She leaned backwards on her hands, arching her back.
“Okay…” she was surprised to hear herself say. “Please hurry, all right?”
“I will.” Ben touched her knees. To her astonishment, he gently pulled her legs apart and pressed a kiss against her smooth pussy. Chloe gasped as he kissed her on her most private place while she lay naked in front of the Food Mart. His tongue licked up her slit, stimulating her sensitive clit. Chloe’s eyelashes fluttered, and she bit on her lip to keep from making a noise.
Suddenly he was gone. A bell rang from the door, the automatic chime that let the man at the counter know he had a customer, and Chloe glanced over just in time to see it swing shut behind Ben. She sat up, the pleasure from Ben’s kisses rapidly fleeing her body. The reality of her situation settled on her; she was tied up naked outside of a public store in the middle of the night. She brought her legs back together, brought her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them. Her eyes searched the dark street for the shine of approaching headlights, or for the shadowy outline of a watching pedestrian.
Nothing. She turned her head to the side, peering at the knot Ben had used to connect her to the bike rack. She could see the leash winding around the silver metal, tucking back in on itself here and there, making a complex tangle. She plucked at the knot, tugging on it, but she couldn’t tell if she was loosening it or making it tighter.
She glanced back at the street. Was she imagining it, or was the asphalt lighter than before? She stared, willing her vision to be clear. Yes, definitely lighter. And brightening as she watched.
Headlights. Another approaching car.
“Oh god,” she murmured to herself. “Please don’t drive by. Make a turn. Please turn. Please turn.”
She could hear it now, a low approaching rumble, increasing in volume with every second. She could see the diffused light on the street coalescing into distinct beams. The car would pass in seconds. Maybe it would pass as the previous cars had, with the driver looking forward, not paying attention to anything but the road. Maybe she would blend in with the front of the store, and the driver wouldn’t notice her.
She begged for the car to turn, and the car obliged her. Unfortunately, it turned into the parking lot of the Food Mart. Chloe caught a glimpse of a large silver sedan before she was blinded by the headlights, bathing her body in white light. The car pulled into a space, and Chloe blinked, trying to get her vision back. She could see the car from the side, an old beat-up car with a faded silver paint job. The door opened, and an elderly man stepped out. He had a mushroom of scraggly gray hair and thick horn-rimmed glasses. His lower jaw jutted out in a way that gave him a permanent frown. He wore a gray jacket that might have been in style thirty years earlier.
Chloe couldn’t do anything but sit and wait for his reaction. She was sure he had seen her already. How could he have missed her, with the headlights right on her?
The man walked past. He looked down at her and scowled, but didn’t say a word. The bell chimed as he opened the door.
Chloe couldn’t believe it. Naked and tied to a metal bar outside in the middle of the night, and the man didn’t have anything to say about it? She’d been dreading his reaction with such anxiety that his lack of reaction almost offended her. Chloe unfolded her legs and looked down at her body. The man had seen her, and it was undoubtedly clear that she was naked, but she’d squeezed herself into such a tight ball that she’d protected most of her front from being viewed.
The bell ch
imed again as the door opened. Chloe looked up, hoping to see Ben, but it was the old man again, now holding a pack of cigarettes. Chloe didn’t bother to fold her legs back against her chest, instead she leaned sideways on her hand with her legs to the side, as if she was lounging on a cushion. The man looked down at her again, with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He slowed, still scowling down at her.
“You all right?” His voice was low and gravelly.
“Yes…” Chloe felt very exposed, to be talking to a stranger while having no clothes on. “I’m just waiting for my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend tied you out here like that?” The man shook his head, clearly disgusted.
“Yes. He’ll be out in a minute.” Chloe couldn’t help herself; she pretended to stretch her right leg, bending it so that it separated from her left. She let her legs carelessly splay open, knowing she gave the man a clear view of her waxed pussy, while she gazed up at him innocently.
The man’s eyes shifted to look at her pussy, and Chloe felt a flutter of excitement. He shook his head in disapproval and turned away, heading back to his car. Chloe heard him muttering, “… don’t know how ta treat their women these days…” He got in his car and slammed the door. The car started up and Chloe watched it pull back onto Addison Drive.
She started to giggle. She couldn’t help herself. The encounter seemed so surreal to her. Had she really just flashed her pussy at an old man while explaining to him that she was just waiting for her boyfriend? And the old man… had he really believed that her boyfriend tied her up naked in front of the store while he went in to buy Gatorade? Maybe all that man really cared about was getting his cigarettes. Chloe couldn’t stop giggling.
It was because of her uncontrollable giggling that she didn’t hear the other voices approaching. She only realized she wasn’t alone when one of the voices, a guy’s voice, exclaimed, “Hey! Look at that girl!”
Her laughter died instantly and she looked to her right to see three dark figures standing nearby. Her heart thundered in her chest as she stared at them.
A girl’s voice: “Oh my god… is that Chloe?”
They knew her. Chloe could barely breathe.
The three figures stepped closer, and now Chloe could see their faces. Two guys and a girl. Tricia and her boyfriend Marty, they were both in her graduating class. John was in her graduating class, too. All three of them had signed her senior yearbook. Now they stood in front of her, looking completely shocked.
“Chloe? Are you okay?” Marty asked. He had dark curly hair and wore black hipster glasses.
“I’m fine…” Chloe pressed her arm against her breasts. “Sorry… I didn’t expect anyone I knew would see me like this…” She almost started to giggle again.
“Why in the world are you sitting out here naked in the middle of the night?” Tricia asked. She was thin, with auburn hair that she’d been growing out. She had it tied back in a ponytail.
“Um… it’s kind of a game. Sort of a dare game.” Chloe looked at John, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face. Her junior year, she’d had a bit of a crush on John. He was tall and lanky, with short blond hair that he spiked up. “I kind of thought… you know, it’s so late… that no one would catch me. Ben… that’s my friend, he’s inside… he dared me to do this…”
“He dared you to do this?” Marty raised his eyebrows. “Wow, Chloe… you accept some pretty wild dares.”
“Yeah…” Chloe shifted, bringing her legs in closer to her body. “What are you guys doing here so late?”
Marty and Tricia exchanged a glance. “Honestly, we’re all pretty high right now,” Marty admitted. “We wanted to take a walk to get some fresh air. The house was starting to feel oppressive.”
“We thought we’d get some ice cream cones,” Tricia said.
Chloe glanced at John, who hadn’t said a word yet. His eyes had dropped and he appeared to be thoroughly studying her breasts. Chloe realized she’d let her arm fall away from her chest, leaving her breasts unprotected. She started to raise her arm again but decided it was pointless. If John wanted to look, she would let him look.
Marty and Tricia had been a couple for most of high school; they were practically inseparable. John was Marty’s friend, and always seemed to be hanging out with the couple. For part of senior year, John had dated Lara Shires, and the group had been a foursome. But then John and Lara had broken up, and John returned to his position as permanent third wheel.
“So how long does your dare last?” Marty asked.
“Not much longer…” Chloe said, and as if on cue, the bell rang from the door. Ben stepped out holding a brown paper bag.
“Hi, Chloe. Everything okay?” Ben smiled cheerfully.
“Yeah…” Chloe said. “Ben, this is Marty and Tricia, and this is John. They went to my high school.”
“Hey, nice to meet you.” Ben flashed them his friendly grin. “I guess Chloe told you about this little game we’re playing?”
“Kind of…” Tricia said. “What is it, you keep daring each other to do things?”
“Yeah. Although I think Chloe’s pretty much won the game at this point. I don’t know how I can outdo this one.” Ben looked at the parking lot. “You guys walk? I didn’t see any cars drive up.”
“Yeah, we walked,” Marty said.
“It’s a nice night for it,” Ben leaned over the bike rack, and Chloe didn’t see what he did, but suddenly the leash came loose. She climbed to her feet.
It suddenly occurred to her that she could have unsnapped the leash from the collar at any time, or even removed the collar. It would have been easy. So why had she sat there naked, waiting for Ben to come back for her?
“Do you guys mind if we move to the side of the building?” Ben asked. “A little less conspicuous.”
Marty nodded. “Yeah. Right. Sure.” Ben led Chloe around the corner of the building, and Marty and the other two followed them.
Chloe peeked at John as she stood with her back against the side wall of the Food Mart. He openly gawked at her, and Chloe knew that standing up made her body much more visible. Even Tricia seemed to be sneaking looks at her.
“So does Chloe get to put her clothes on now?” Marty asked. “Did she finish the dare?”
“No…” Ben said. “Actually, Chloe doesn’t have any clothes. She didn’t bring any.”
“Because she’s a dog,” Tricia told Marty. She looked at Chloe. “I mean, you’re pretending to be a dog. Right? Isn’t that the dare? That you’re getting walked around like a dog?”
Chloe’s eyes widened. Before she could think of an answer, Marty said, “Oh, I get it. So that’s why she was tied out in front of the store. Because no dogs allowed, right?”
“Oh my god, that’s so kinky!” Tricia giggled. “Is that really why?”
“Actually, the dare was just to walk around the neighborhood in the nude,” Chloe said. “But… I guess we’ve been pushing it further and further…”
“That’s super hot, Chloe.” Tricia sounded impressed. “How far have you walked?”
“I don’t know… five blocks?” Chloe looked at Ben, who nodded.
“Has anyone seen you… besides us?” Marty asked.
Chloe smiled. “An old man. He asked me if I was all right.”
Tricia giggled. “Was he surprised? What did you say?”
“I said I was fine. I acted like it was no big deal. He got kind of mad. He told me boys don’t know how to treat girls these days.”
“Oh my god. That’s so funny.” Tricia pressed her hand against her mouth.
“You all just graduated, same as Chloe?” Ben asked them.
“Yeah, we were all in the same grade,” Marty said. “Meadowbrook High.”
“Chloe and I were in the same middle school, too,” Tricia said. “Right, Chloe? But Marty and John went to a different school.”
“Yeah, we went to Edison,” Marty said. “I didn’t meet Chloe until Meadowbrook. Mr.
Halberg, Geometry. Do you remember, Chloe? I sat right behind you.”
“I remember,” Chloe said.
“How do you know Chloe?” Tricia asked Ben.
“I’m a friend of her brothers.”
“Oh… Tony? I remember him. He went to Meadowbrook, too.”
“Yes,” Chloe said. “Two years ahead of us.”
Tricia grinned. “Does Tony know you’re outside naked with one of his friends?”
Chloe smiled. “Tony doesn’t need to know everything about my life.”
“You look really sexy like that,” John said. The first words he’d spoken. He sounded earnest. Chloe looked over at him, surprised.
“Thank you,” she said. She cocked her head flirtatiously, fingering the collar around her neck. “Do you mean naked? Or do you mean naked and wearing a leash?”
“Uhh… I don’t know…” His eyes darted over her body. “Both? I mean… just… how you are.” He was clearly flustered and both Marty and Tricia started to laugh.
“You’ve broken John’s brain, Chloe,” Tricia said. “You need to be more careful… you know, he’s smoked quite a bit tonight.” She eyed Chloe coyly. “He’s right, though. You’re looking pretty hot right now.”
“She looks amazing,” Ben said. “I think Chloe has the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.” He turned towards Chloe. Unexpectedly, he reached out for her, his fingers finding her breasts, palming them and squeezing them gently. “They feel incredible… so soft.”
Chloe felt her back arch as her body responded to Ben’s touch, her shoulders pressing against the brick wall behind her. She could feel her hard nipples rolling against Ben’s palms. Her eyes flickered towards Tricia and the others, who watched with interest as Ben fondled her. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious how turned on she was and how easily the slightest touch made her body react.
“Can I feel?” John asked, sounding like an eager boy waiting to pet a new puppy. Chloe stared at him, struggling to process his request. Ben stroked her nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and Chloe closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes, John still looked at her eagerly, and she found herself nodding to him. Ben stepped away and John stepped forward, and now it was John’s hands squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples.
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