Truth or Dare

I walk in the bar, look around and see I am the only guest.
I take my usual spot and wait till Amanda comes to take my order.

Amanda is a bartender at the bar I visit a few times a week after work,
when my wife has a late shift. I like to go there for a drink,
to talk to friends and to unwind from a hard day’s work.

Amanda is a typical bartender, she makes you feel at home,
loves to talk and is flirtatious at the right times.
She is about 5.8”, blond hair and blue eyes.
At the bar we always call her “the American Swedisch” and it’s true,
she looks like a Swedish girl.

Her face is pretty, nicely round shaped, high cheekbones,
and her mouth seems to be smiling all the time.
She is a bit chubby and she seems to be balancing between overweight and the weight she would like to have. Her diets are a favorable subject to talk about.

“You’re early” Amanda said with her scratchy voice.
Her voice always reminds me of a voice you get after a good night of partying.
“Yeah I was done, so why stay longer” I smiled and Amanda puts down a nice cold beer.

“How was your weekend ?” she asked,
and moved her prep-work to my spot so she could talk
“It was O.K, nothing special. And yours ?” I asked
“Work, work, work” she sighed “it’s all I seem to do these days”.
She reached under the bar to do something, and I couldn't see what she was doing. “there” she said and continued slicing up fruits for the drinks.

We talked some more, and I drank a few beers more and Amanda kept on reaching under the bar to fix something. Monday’s is always a very quiet time and by the time it was 6 PM we were the only ones in the bar. Amanda did her usual flirting, and I knew it was just a way to get more tips, but still it felt pretty good.

“Maybe we should go out together” she laughed, referring to the fact that my weekend was nothing special and she had to work.
I laughed, knowing that she knows I am married
“Sure” I said “my wife wouldn't mind” I laughed.
“She wouldn't ?” Amanda asked

“hahahaha, I guess she actually would mind”
I enjoyed this flirting stuff and wanted to see how far it could get
“problem is that you’re too beautiful” I winked

“Awh thank you” she smiled and tilted her head a bit
“What would your guy say ?” I asked
Amanda sniffed “I just kicked that loser out”
“Owh, I’m sorry to hear that”
“Naaahhh” she shook wildly her head “I should have done that months ago”

Amanda told me about her ex, turned out he was some loser who didn't wanted to work but expected to get everything he wanted, including other woman.
She had to accept it or kick him out and she did the right thing.

Amanda reached under the bar again.
“what the hell are you doing there constantly ?” I asked and lifted myself a bit from my bar stool. I just saw how she pulled her hands from under her skirt.

She wore a black skirt, black stockings, flat shoes and a white button down shirt with the name and logo of the bar.
“These god damn stockings” she mumbled “they keep sliding down”
I chuckled “hey, if that’s what you call it” and flashed my eyebrows up and down
She laughed “Nah, I can get guy’s for that”

“These stockings are too big, or I lost some weight”
Amanda was clearly fishing for compliments.
I couldn't imagine someone would buy stockings that are too big.

“I think you lost some weight” I smiled, Amanda’s face brightened
“You think so ?” she said and turned around in her bar like a fashion model.
I must admit, when she did that she looked damn hot.
Her long hair waved around a bit,
her skirt swirled up a bit and her body seemed to move faster than her shirt did, bulging out the fabric that covered her breasts.
She saw the look on my face and I guess that changed everything.

She came from behind the bar and seated herself next to me.
“Last week I turned 28 and decided to go on a diet…again” She said
“after I kicked the looser on the curbs”
My eyes went up and down her body “well it sure works” I smiled
“and euhh… a belated happy birthday”

“Thanks” she smiled “don’t I get birthday kisses ?”
I knew this was becoming a risky thing but I told myself that it was still innocent, what’s wrong with kissing someone who just had her birthday ?
I laid my hand on her shoulder, brought my face to hers and kissed her cheek “Happy Birthday” I whispered.
Amanda kissed me back, right on my lips “thanks sweetie”

“Wanna play a game ?” she said out of the blue.
I looked at the clock that told us it was only 6:30 PM.
My wife wouldn't be home till midnight from her shift, so I got plenty of time. “Sure” I said “what kind of game”
“Truth or Dare” she smiled innocently

I scratched my head, I played that game many times ( like most of us )
and knew the danger of it.
“Awh why not” I shrugged “You start”
Amanda got 5 shot glasses and filled them with whiskey
“You fail, you drink one” she smiled, she shoved them towards me.
I raised my eyebrows “only 5 ?”.
Amanda laughed “I can’t drink during work, so I guess I have to answer your questions and do your dares…no matter what they are” she winked.

“Truth or Dare” she smiled
“Truth” I replied.
“Do you think I’m sexy ?”
I laughed a bit, she took off right from the start.
“Yes” I answered “Truth or Dare”

“Truth” Amanda said.
“Where does stockings really sliding down or where you just flirting”. “Both” she smiled “Truth or Dare”.
“Dare” I grinned, I wanted to see what she would say.

At this point some other guests came in. An elderly couple who asked for the menu and a few other regulars. After Amanda served them she came to me again and whispered “I dare you to give me your phone number”.

I have no problems in handing out my number,
but wondered why she asked for it ?
I gave her my number and she typed it in her phone right away.
More people entered the bar and it became pleasantly crowded.
Amanda was busy and since I was at the “empty” side of the bar I only saw her back.

My phone rang, and I suspected it would be my wife.
I picked it up and saw I received a text.
I opened it “Truth or Dare” the message said.
I was surprised and looked at Amanda. She was looking at me and when she saw I had read the message she winked at me.

I smiled and started typing a message back
“It was my turn , Truth or Dare” and hit the reply button.
Amanda still was serving and entertaining the other guests,
but managed to send me a reply “Truth”

In a way I was glad she didn't asked for a Dare. I mean the place was crowded and I didn't want to put her in an awkward position.
“You wanna stop this game ? since it’s busy ?” and hit the reply button again.

“Nope XD. Truth or Dare” she answered.
I shook my head laughing when I read it.
I felt pretty comfortable asking for a Dare,
what could she possibly ask me in a crowded bar ?

A few minutes later I got her reply
“I dare you to pull up my stockings again :)”

My eyes widened “wow” I whispered softly.
How the hell was I supposed to do that ?
I couldn't go behind the bar,
grab under her skirt and pull those damn things up.
Everyone would see it.

Amanda saw the questions on my face and came to my side of the bar,
she took one of the shots and slide it towards me
“ready for that shot of whiskey sweetie ?” she smiled.

Owh, she was really daring me now.
I grinned “No way, but you have to come out of that bar”
Amanda smiled, nodded and checked her other guests before she stepped out from behind her bar.

In the meantime I thought about the whole situation.
I have the habit to get into weird situations,
and the bad thing is that I don’t back out. Sometimes I want to but then I feel that I am already so deep into it that I simply cannot back out,
no matter what the consequences are.

And this was one of them. My reasoning was;
if she really would come over then I HAD no choice then to reach under her skirt. After all, she dared me.
If she would allow it, and don’t back out herself, I HAD to touch her legs and start pulling up those stockings.
If she didn’t back out by now, for whatever reason, I HAD to go higher and higher, knowing that I would be getting pretty close to her panty and pussy. So in my mind there was nothing that I could be held accountable for.
It’s a strange way of thinking, but it worked for me my whole life,
and I was sure it would work this time.

When everyone had their drinks, Amanda stepped out of her bar and walked around the bar towards me. My heart started to beat faster when she approached me,
she was looking beautiful, she was looking hot, she was single and I was married, and this was all so wrong.
“but you where dared, so you gotta do what you gotta do” a little voice inside my head said.

Amanda stood in front of me,
planted her hands in her side and tilted her head a bit.
“Well here I am” she smiled. She was looking at me with a challenging look,
so I slip of my bar stool and bend forwards,
giving her enough time to step away.

She didn't and was waiting for my reaction.
I flashed my eyes up and saw her smile.
Slowly I moved both my hands towards her skirt, still she didn't react.
My hands dived under her skirt and her only reaction was that she began to breathe a bit faster.

My hands surrounded one leg and I felt the warmth of her body,
still she didn't back out. I found her stocking dangling around her knee pit and grabbed the end of it with my fingers.

Her stockings were black nylon ones with a lace top.
Feeling the lace and knowing what I was doing made me pretty horny.
Amanda still wasn't backing out of this, so I began to pull her stocking up.

This all happened within 3-4 seconds.
My hands, and the stocking, went higher. Her body felt good.
Her skin was soft, warm and I got aroused.
I pulled her stocking up and the back of my hand touched her panty.
My heart stopped when I felt the lingerie touching my hand.
Quickly I pulled the other one up and again my hand touched her pussy.
It felt hot between her legs and I imagined her being soaked and sliding her pussy over my hand.

“Good job” she whispered and I got up again.
Amanda’s face blushed from excitement and quickly she walked back to her bar.
I climbed on my bar stool and looked around.
No one noticed anything, the time I spend between her legs was to short and maybe if they would have been paying attention they could have seen it.
But no one did.

I grabbed my phone “Truth or Dare”
“Truth” she texted back
“Did you get hot from my hands between your legs ?” I was getting bold.
I knew it was wrong to do but I couldn't help it.

“owh yeah XD. Truth or Dare”
I thought about what to reply, first I thought that Amanda wouldn't ask for “naughty” dares in a crowded bar, but now ?
God knows what she would ask me to do. So I texted “Truth”

“did you wanted to touch my pussy ?”
I smiled when I read her reply.
The elderly couple left the bar and a few young guys came in.
They didn't pay any attention to me.
I was just a guy sitting there, texting at the bar.
They did however pay attention to Amanda and began to flirt with her big time.
“yes I did XD Truth or Dare” and hit send

Of course it took a few minutes before I got her reply “Truth”.
She was entertaining those guy’s, flirting and making sure they would tip her right. It’s always fascinating to see how that works.
She talked, smiled, said the right ambiguous things,
touched their hands a bit and soon they all where drooling over her.
It gave me time to come up with a question.

“Interested in any of those guy’s ?”
I saw her pick up her phone and read the message.
The guys were talking to her but she turned around, ignored them,
and walked towards me.

“No” she smiled “only interested in one guy”
I blushed, it was obvious what she mend.
“Truth or Dare” she smiled before she walked back before I could answer.

“Truth” I texted.
I took a quick look at the time, it was almost 10 o’clock.
I had to make sure I was home at 11 before my wife would get home.

“Do you want me ?”
I read it over and over again.
What should I say ?
Saying no would end the game, I was certain of that.
Saying yes, which would be the truth, would make it only worse.

If I would be honest I would reply with YES,
but I didn't understand it. Me and my wife were having a good relation.
We have our ups and downs, and the sex is still O.K.
We love each other and I never even thought about cheating her.
It seemed to me that this was a “the grass is always greener” case.

The setting was right, Amanda was right and the game was right to make me do those things. I figured that when I would wake up tomorrow, this whole erotic feeling would be gone and we would be back to being normal again.
But was it really ?

“Yes” I texted back, and I couldn't help it.
It felt someone else took over.
It felt like another being typed it and hit send before I could erase it and change it into NO.

I saw Amanda reading the message, and I swear I could see how her heart stopped beating. She slowly turned towards me and I could see the question on her face “really ?”

I smiled, knowing I was in a lot of shit, and nodded silently.
I waved her over, like a normal customer would do, and asked for my bill.
Her expression was disappointed, but she knew I had to go.
“One last Dare ?” she whispered and I laughed “well, O.K. then”

“Kiss me goodnight” she smiled, I quickly looked around the bar but there was no one I actually knew. Only those young guys were still sitting there.
I lifted myself up, bend forward and kissed Amanda.
Our lips touched and her tongue dove inside my half open mouth.

It felt so right. Our tongues swirling around each other.
Her hand touching my face. The smell of her perfume.
Her warm lips on mine and from the corner of my eye I saw the expression of those young guys. Priceless, as a famous commercial would say.

We said goodbye and I jumped in my car driving home.
My phone rang, and I saw Amanda send another text.
“you never asked Truth or Dare when you left ?”

I waited till I was home to reply her, I sat down on the sofa,
looked at the clock that told me it was 10.15.
I had about an hour before my wife would be home.
“Dare” I texted back and waited anxiously to see what Amanda would ask.

“show me how much you loved touching my pussy”
I frowned, what did she mean ? Show her ? show her how ?
I texted back “huh ???” and hit REPLY

“send me a pic” she said, and I began to understand what she really wanted.
I shook my head, was she really thinking I would be dropping my pants,
harden my cock and then take a picture and send it to her ?

“yeah you are” said the voice inside my head, and I know he was true.
I told earlier I have this strange character thing. I love to get in to dangerous / strange situations, situations that are slowly getting out of my control. I never really worry and just take it as it comes.
The strange thing is that it always ends well.

I grinned and opened my pants,
dropped my shorts and took a quick picture of my soft cock.
I knew this wasn't what she wanted, but she had to do with it.

“you failed, I bet this wasn't how he looked like” she texted back.
My thumbs flew over the little keyboard
“true, but it’s the state he is in. I cant change that right now”

It took her about 15 minutes to reply and when I opened her message I almost felt off the sofa. “will this help ?” she wrote and attached a picture.

Apparently she went to the bathroom, lifted her skirt, dropped her panty, sat down on the toilet seat and took a picture of her pussy.
It was totally awesome, her slit was closed and her lips bulged out just a little bit and dark trimmed hairs created a so called “landing strip”

“Wow” I whispered, still sitting on the sofa with my pants on my knees.
I kept starring at her pussy and without realizing it my hand began to stroke my cock. He hardened while I imagined how I would fuck Amanda.
I shot a new picture of my full grown cock and wrote
“yes that helped XD” and send it to her.

“omg!!!!!!” she replied.
Her reply gave me a strange feeling of confidence,
but it was time for me to quit this.
I started to type again
“I got to stop for now, sorry. Wanna continue tomorrow ?”

“owh yeah, can I have your email ?” she asked.
I was glad she did. My job as an IT manager makes me work with computers the whole day, so at home I hardly touch them.
I suspected Amanda was thinking about sending more pictures and stuff and during work I had all the time to reply without the change of being caught by my wife. I know it sounds horrible, and probably it is but what would you do ?

I texted her my email, removed her messages from my phone and emailed myself the picture of her pussy. Then I deleted that from my phone as well and turned off my phone and waited for my wife.

She came home and I had just enough time to settle down,
the excitement left my body and I was spread out on the sofa watching news.
“Hi honey” she smiled and sat down next to me and kissed me.

“God she is beautiful” I thought and felt a shame entering my body,
my face blushed a bit and quickly I kissed her back.
She kissed me again and we began to make love.

It became passionate; I ripped her clothes off her body and laid her down.
My hard cock entered her wet pussy and I began to fuck her.

“owh yes” she moaned “fuck me baby, show me how you missed me today”
I looked at my wife while I was slamming my cock inside her soaking cunt.
Wilder I began to pound her, encouraged by her rambling

“let me feel him baby” “give it to me you a****l” and I did.
I fucked her to pieces and she came quickly.
Her wetness drowned my cock and I was on the edge of shooting my cum inside her. Slowly the image of my wife changed,
and when I exploded it was Amanda that I saw before my eyes.

More will come soon :-)