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This confession is quite lengthy, so I will have to tell it in two parts. I hope you enjoy it, and I apologize if it is too long to read.
A few years ago, I took a trip to a city I really like (I had been there before with my family) because it has several malls and endless nightlife. This time, however, I wasn't traveling with my family, but alone with several university classmates. There was going to be a series of conferences and workshops in that city. The event began on a Wednesday and ended on a Friday, so we had the weekend off because we would be returning to our city on Sunday.
On Wednesday and Thursday nights, we relaxed by drinking and fooling around in everyone's bedrooms. On Friday night, the event hosts organized a closing party. I'll tell you about that another time.
On Saturday, I woke up after noon, took a quick shower, and went shopping at a mall where I knew I would find lots of sexy clothes and hundreds of other things to buy. I spent the whole afternoon going from store to store, trying on clothes, shoes, earrings, and handbags—everything I love to buy!
I admit I went a bit overboard on my shopping spree. But everything I bought was worth a scolding from my parents when they saw my credit card statement after the trip. Dinner at one of the mall's restaurants, then I went back to the hotel to get ready for a night out with my friends.
I got my new outfit ready, a shiny champagne blouse with a black fitted mini skirt and heels that matched the blouse. I also chose a white lace bra and matching G-string from one of the sets I had just bought.
We started the night at an acceptable but uncrowded club, so after one drink, we left to find another place. The next club had a better atmosphere, so we ended up staying there a bit longer than we did at the first one. Most of the group stayed at the first club, but two other girls and I decided to find another place to go. Since the clubs were next to each other and the street was crowded, I wandered away from my friends without realizing it.
I arrived at an overcrowded club, but the guards let us girls in. As soon as I walked in, a waiter asked if I wanted to participate in that night's contest. Before I could answer, he said the prize was a bottle of tequila and cash. So I only shrugged and nodded my head. He led me backstage, where other girls were already waiting. After a few minutes, two more girls joined the group. Then, the entertainer called us to the stage.
One of the bartenders came up on stage and gave us a shot of tequila. Then the music started. We all started dancing, and the host began to request the audience's support for us. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the host eliminated a couple of girls. The bartender returned to the stage, gave us another shot of tequila, and started the music again. After each round, they eliminated one girl and gave the rest of us another shot of tequila.
I'm not sure, but I think there were about 8 or 9 rounds. After each round, the host encouraged the spectators to cheer louder and us to dance sexier. After those rounds, only one other girl and I were left, so the final round was about to be super daring!
The music started again and the other girl took off her blouse, revealing her bra. She also lowered her shorts slightly, exposing the edge of her panties. I was feeling quite uninhibited and drunk when the host challenged me to be bolder. I started unbuttoning my blouse, turned my back to the audience, and let it fall. There was a loud noise when I did.
Then, the host challenged the other girl to take off her bra, but she refused. So, he dared me to take off mine. I turned around again, facing away from them. I unhooked my bra and took it off with one hand. I swung it over my head as I turned to face them, letting them watch my breast swing back and forth as everybody shouted and whistled.
At that moment, I was sure I had won, but then he dared me to take off my skirt too. When I shook my head no, the host called the bartender over with the tequila bottle. This time, he gave me a big shot directly from the bottle. Then, he dared me again to take off my skirt. When I refused again, he asked for the public's help so they all started cheering.
The music started playing again, and I began to sway my hips to its rhythm while tracing the edge of my skirt with my fingers, teasing the fabric as I hooked my thumbs just beneath the waistband. With a graceful sway of my hips, I slowly lowered the skirt, inch by inch, letting the material whisper down my legs. Each movement was deliberate and unhurried until the skirt pooled softly at my feet.
So, I was standing on stage in just my G-string and high heels, hearing all the noise the crowd was making. The host asked the crowd to calm down so he could speak. Then, he dared me again, but this time, he dared me to take off my G-string. Come on, my ass was totally exposed! I was wearing a G-string so I denied with the head.
The host asked for the public's help one last time. Then he said they would increase the prize if I did it, and everyone burst into an uproar. Then, they began to chant: "Que se la quite... que se la quite..." which means "take it off...take it off..." It was too intoxicating for me. How could I say no after that?
So, I turned around. I grabbed my G-string on the sides and pulled it up and down without taking it off completely, and moved my hips to the music again. Then, I stopped and slowly pulled my G-string down to my ankles while bending over. I took it off my feet and turned it around, just as I had done with the bra. When I turned around on the stage, everyone was going crazy and I felt super naughty on stage in just my high heels, I was so wet.
One of the waiters brought the bottle and the money to the host, who handed them to me. The host told me to get off the stage, and a guy guided me to the back so I could get dressed. Once I had put my clothes back on, the same guy guided me to an office on the second floor.....
Here's a pic of my outfit that night.
Stay tuned for part two, kisses
A few years ago, I took a trip to a city I really like (I had been there before with my family) because it has several malls and endless nightlife. This time, however, I wasn't traveling with my family, but alone with several university classmates. There was going to be a series of conferences and workshops in that city. The event began on a Wednesday and ended on a Friday, so we had the weekend off because we would be returning to our city on Sunday.
On Wednesday and Thursday nights, we relaxed by drinking and fooling around in everyone's bedrooms. On Friday night, the event hosts organized a closing party. I'll tell you about that another time.
On Saturday, I woke up after noon, took a quick shower, and went shopping at a mall where I knew I would find lots of sexy clothes and hundreds of other things to buy. I spent the whole afternoon going from store to store, trying on clothes, shoes, earrings, and handbags—everything I love to buy!
I admit I went a bit overboard on my shopping spree. But everything I bought was worth a scolding from my parents when they saw my credit card statement after the trip. Dinner at one of the mall's restaurants, then I went back to the hotel to get ready for a night out with my friends.
I got my new outfit ready, a shiny champagne blouse with a black fitted mini skirt and heels that matched the blouse. I also chose a white lace bra and matching G-string from one of the sets I had just bought.
We started the night at an acceptable but uncrowded club, so after one drink, we left to find another place. The next club had a better atmosphere, so we ended up staying there a bit longer than we did at the first one. Most of the group stayed at the first club, but two other girls and I decided to find another place to go. Since the clubs were next to each other and the street was crowded, I wandered away from my friends without realizing it.
I arrived at an overcrowded club, but the guards let us girls in. As soon as I walked in, a waiter asked if I wanted to participate in that night's contest. Before I could answer, he said the prize was a bottle of tequila and cash. So I only shrugged and nodded my head. He led me backstage, where other girls were already waiting. After a few minutes, two more girls joined the group. Then, the entertainer called us to the stage.
One of the bartenders came up on stage and gave us a shot of tequila. Then the music started. We all started dancing, and the host began to request the audience's support for us. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the host eliminated a couple of girls. The bartender returned to the stage, gave us another shot of tequila, and started the music again. After each round, they eliminated one girl and gave the rest of us another shot of tequila.
I'm not sure, but I think there were about 8 or 9 rounds. After each round, the host encouraged the spectators to cheer louder and us to dance sexier. After those rounds, only one other girl and I were left, so the final round was about to be super daring!
The music started again and the other girl took off her blouse, revealing her bra. She also lowered her shorts slightly, exposing the edge of her panties. I was feeling quite uninhibited and drunk when the host challenged me to be bolder. I started unbuttoning my blouse, turned my back to the audience, and let it fall. There was a loud noise when I did.
Then, the host challenged the other girl to take off her bra, but she refused. So, he dared me to take off mine. I turned around again, facing away from them. I unhooked my bra and took it off with one hand. I swung it over my head as I turned to face them, letting them watch my breast swing back and forth as everybody shouted and whistled.
At that moment, I was sure I had won, but then he dared me to take off my skirt too. When I shook my head no, the host called the bartender over with the tequila bottle. This time, he gave me a big shot directly from the bottle. Then, he dared me again to take off my skirt. When I refused again, he asked for the public's help so they all started cheering.
The music started playing again, and I began to sway my hips to its rhythm while tracing the edge of my skirt with my fingers, teasing the fabric as I hooked my thumbs just beneath the waistband. With a graceful sway of my hips, I slowly lowered the skirt, inch by inch, letting the material whisper down my legs. Each movement was deliberate and unhurried until the skirt pooled softly at my feet.
So, I was standing on stage in just my G-string and high heels, hearing all the noise the crowd was making. The host asked the crowd to calm down so he could speak. Then, he dared me again, but this time, he dared me to take off my G-string. Come on, my ass was totally exposed! I was wearing a G-string so I denied with the head.
The host asked for the public's help one last time. Then he said they would increase the prize if I did it, and everyone burst into an uproar. Then, they began to chant: "Que se la quite... que se la quite..." which means "take it off...take it off..." It was too intoxicating for me. How could I say no after that?
So, I turned around. I grabbed my G-string on the sides and pulled it up and down without taking it off completely, and moved my hips to the music again. Then, I stopped and slowly pulled my G-string down to my ankles while bending over. I took it off my feet and turned it around, just as I had done with the bra. When I turned around on the stage, everyone was going crazy and I felt super naughty on stage in just my high heels, I was so wet.
One of the waiters brought the bottle and the money to the host, who handed them to me. The host told me to get off the stage, and a guy guided me to the back so I could get dressed. Once I had put my clothes back on, the same guy guided me to an office on the second floor.....
Here's a pic of my outfit that night.
Stay tuned for part two, kisses
