Last bet Part 1 Setting the scene
My first and last bet happened a few years ago when I was sharing
a flat with some friends.
Anna was gorgeous, 510 with blue eyes and naturally blonde
hair that she dyed brunette. She was half Greek and half
Scandinavian so she had olive skin and beautiful C cup breasts
with small dark nipples that were always erect and she showed
them off frequently. We used to use the bathroom together
all the time and we would walk around the flat naked get ready
for going out together. As this is a true story, Im afraid
that nothing happened between us even although when we
came home after nights out we would get into her bed together
and talk till we fell asleep. I always thought that if she
made the first move I would love to kiss and touch her and
I used to get very wet thinking about that.
One night I awoke to find that Anna had locked herself out
as she thought she heard someone at the door and when she
went out on the landing the door had locked behind her. She
was naked with her duvet wrapped around her and had to go
downstairs to call the intercom as I hadnt heard her knocking.
Our other flatmate had moved out so we were looking for someone
else to share and Anna asked John from downstairs to move
in with us. He had always fancied me which I kinda knew but
nothing was ever said and I didnt like him that way so we
were just mates. One night we all went out on the town with
some other friends and got really drunk. In one of the pubs
there was a big fight on and although everyone else was backing
Prince Naseem I didnt like him so I said I was rooting for
the other guy. John sprung on his opportunity and bet that
Naseem would win (which he did really quickly doh!). We
decided that the loser would have to get naked and like Anna
did go downstairs in the lift and back again. We were too
wasted that night but the following week it was settled
that I would get a lot of Dutch courage and carry out the forfeit
with John making sure I was safe and going with me as Anna
was going away.
The night had arrived and I was not going to Welch so after
a lot of whisky, I finally had the courage to go for it. I stripped
in my room and got my duvet and staggered towards the door
where John was waiting with a camera. He took a lot of photos
as I struggled to keep myself covered and got in the lift.
Even in my drunken state I knew I was enjoying being looked
at. I was OK until the lift came to a stop when I lost my balance
and slid to the floor. I didnt know it then but John got pictures
of my legs spread wide with my pussy exposed. We went to the
Concierges office and I sat very properly in my duvet as
we chatted. It didnt take long for some of the people we
met to say that they didnt believe I was naked so I went to
the front door which had a security camera on it feeding
images to the office (and every flat in the building). I
stood at the door outside the building and I opened the duvet
with flourish, corners high in my outstretched arms, exposing
my full frontal to all who were tuned in.
I cant remember much else from that night but that was the
debt paid, little did I know what would happen the next night
we were alone together
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