Bull Or Bare - Note NSFW Thread

[MsBloom]

So the story had been true after all, even if it had perhaps just been some form of advanced sexual roleplaying. Roleplaying was something Molly herself had some experience with and she knew that when it was done right the stories, as well as the roles and sometimes even costumes, created within the context of getting laid in some more or less kinky way could get quite elaborate. Molly, who had not taken her eyes off of Heather until she had revealed that the story was true, could easily imagine the bold, and at the time rather reckless, actress having instigated such a roleplay. She smiled and having been the first to have called Bull she stood up. Once more she locked eyes with Heather and slowly but without any hesitation began to undo the buttoned fly of her jeans, hips moving provocatively as the did. When the buttons were all undone, she bit her lips seductively and by continuing to move the lower half of her body let them fall off her hips to reveal her black male boxers. She stepped out of the jeans, turned her back towards Heather and now looked at her over her shoulder. She then spanked both her buttocks, one after the other before turning back with her head now tilted to the side, as if to ask if the actress liked what she saw, waiting for a dare which she hoped would be as intriguing as Connie's had been.

 

[Idlewyld]

"And now I'll have to stream that one." It was not that surprising to Connie that Heather's story was true, nor was it disappointing. Sure it would have been nice to watch the Hollywood starlet peel a bit more off, but time would scratch that itch soon enough, and she had the consolation of watching (by which we mean staring at and doing her best not to drool in the process) Molly slip out of her jeans. Although it was clear the show was mainly for the lithe brunette's benefit, as was only good and fair, there was much to enjoy from her angle as well. Molly had incredible calves and delectable thighs, and Connie's libido was already screaming to see what remained hidden under those black boxes.

And thus was the conundrum set. For while one piece of Connie's outfit was most definitely coming off, the fate of a second was up for debate. And Molly Bloom was certainly very germane to that discussion. Those lips. Those breasts. Those thighs. One taste of Molly had considerably whet Connie's appetites, and they would need to be sated. The possibility of a joint dare with her was certainly tangible with Heather at the wheel. But when she did, she still would be effectively fully clothed.

And that just seemed horrifically unfair. So far, only Molly had shown skin, and she had already shown a lot of it. One more round and she'd be showing all of it. (Not that Connie would mind that particular development.) It was high time the rest of the group caught up, and the stewardess figured she'd lead by example. Yes, the joys of intimate contact with Molly would be deferred, but when it did come, there would be less clothing in the way of said contact, at that, as Martha Stewart would say, was a good thing. Besides, by doing so, she'd give Heather and Molly a bit more of an opportunity to get to know each other better, and who wouldn't want to see some of that?

With a roll of her eyes and a merry, "I guess it's my turn," Connie pulled her legs in towards her body and slipped off the flip flops, scrunching her toes with the multicolored toes for effect. "That's the one I owe. Now should I take a dare or go for a second?" She waited a moment, let the suspense build, then stood. "I guess I'll hold off on the dare for now." She gave a wink towards Molly to promise the time would come soon enough, and one at Riley just because they were Riley, and then focused on Heather as she began to unbutton her blouse. She took her sweet time, a small reminder of her tale. She stopped about three buttons down, enough for the slightest hint of her black satin bra to peek through. 'Oh wait, Heather..." she tossed out, offhand, "Wasn't there some provision in the rules about you helping me out of this?" She cracked a small smile in invitation.

 

[WaveVelour]

Riddled with holes of all sizes, she would hardly describe that particular garment as a convenient pair of trousers. Accordingly, Heather surely didn’t mind watching them slid down the artist’s legs. If she had her rathers, she would say that wearing it should have been a crime in the first place. Still, it complemented the particular style Molly’s hair was arranged in. Meeting the young woman’s rather unWavering stare, she watched her first challenger step out of her trousers. Unhesitant undressing of said denims revealed a pair of boxer briefs, which admittedly didn’t do justice to the loser’s hips, especially when the woman embellished the baring part of the game with a little dance. One that drew to a close with two self-inflicted smacks on her loosely clad rear, although she surely seemed to deserve many more.

When one of the players was only one-step away from already being in her birthday suit, losing her footwear must have felt quite mild to the discreet little stripper hidden within the flight attendant. There wasn’t much this little bird could do to add more excitement to the unassuming act of removing her slippers, other than highlighting the prettiness of her legs. Undoubtedly, she would find more promising stripping opportunities to practise her glamour in the foreseeable future. And said opportunity knocked quite soon as Connie voiced her desire to kiss another article of clothing goodbye, which of course would also announce the end of their interactions as both of them had told their respective stories.

Not unlike the previous loser, Heather was confident that this one too would put on a little show to accompany her undressing. Halfway through though, utterance of her own name paused the ceremony. Heather surely wouldn’t mind raising her coy butt to help the flight attendant off with her shirt. After all, she had been sitting in that bloody chair for a while. “Very well.” Thankfully, the floor didn’t feel very cold against her bare feet as she strode across the room. As she walked past Molly, one of her hands swung back to offer a little pat on the girl’s bottom. A few steps more, and she found herself before the little bird.

“I see you’ve…” Eyes ran down the cleavage, indeed finding a hint of black in there. “…managed most of it.” She looked back up. Hands started from the bottom, working their way up, undoing those little buttons, until all but one remained fastened on Connie’s chest. It too didn’t last long as Heather unbuttoned it to disconnect the front panels of the young woman’s top. “There you go.” Soft hands slid into the garment, moving in opposite directions to slide up and trace Connie’s sides underneath the garment. Brushing past the dark wings, she reached up to roll the shoulders off. To pull the sleeves down the girl’s arms, she had to lower herself a bit, drawing her face closer to the flight attendant’s bra. “Was expecting pink.” Heather pulled herself up again. Since the rest would require some level of yanking, she figured Connie could pull her blouse off her arms herself for the sake of the girl’s own comfort.

Two of her roommates on their feet, one flashing her bra, the other a lot more, there were plenty of unoccupied seats in the room. At the end of Connie’s two-piece undressing, she didn’t walk all the way back to the dressing table. Instead, Heather perched on the sofa. She wasn’t quite done yet though. “Dear, I’m sure you have some colourful markers in your bag, right?” Her words targeted the artist. Her knees parted as the actress made some room on the floor before her. “Would you care to come over and bring me one?” Heather asked, feeling particularly artistic herself. “And your bust too.” After all, she also needed a canvas, that needn’t be flat, in this case.

 

[MsBloom]

Watching Connie remove her shoes was perhaps not the most exciting view of the evening, nor were the plastic flip flops if one could even call the shoes. It was close to the careful and demure removal of items from Riley, whose body Molly was quite intrigued by. but as the case was with Riley's choker and hair clip from the first round those sorry excuses for shoes had to go before things could get interesting and with Connie seemingly deciding against a dare for her second penalty things were about to get interesting very soon.

Just as Molly managed to catch a glimpse of the bra hidden underneath the white blouse the air hostess stopped and recalled a provisional condition if a second item was shed instead of a dare being taken. This did indeed get interesting quickly. Having been focused entirely on Connie Molly didn't notice Heather coming up from behind and for that reason she let out a yelp when the gorgeous actress' hand made contact with her ass, not because it was an unpleasant sensation but because it had taken her by surprise. She had of course always had a feeling that her teenage crush leaned towards the dominant, even if her recently told tale might suggest she was also not opposed to playing the other role as well. A smile spread across Molly's face in the wake of the surprised noise. The evening was getting better with each action taken by the four involuntary room mates.

While it had been rather obvious with her blouse still on that Connie had an amazing pair of breasts there was no longer any doubt, now that the only thing covering them was a black satin bra, and while of course the bra could be the one thing giving them that amazing look Molly doubted they'd fall down to her knees if it was removed. The air hostess was far too fit for that and with her tale having been true it seemed even less likely. It was indeed a lovely sight to see the dark haired beauty standing there with the blouse pulled down until the one thing holding it from dropping to the floor were the buttons around her wrists. Images of leaving the blouse like that but also use it to pull her arms back and then use the fabric as a restraint that in the end wouldn't be too hard to undo but who said Connie would want to. Molly could not for the life of her understand how Heather managed to not cup a feel before stepping back from Connie to sit down on the couch in a rather provocative pose with her legs spread apart in an almost manly fashion.

When asked to gather markers from her bag, colourful markers at that, Molly made a pensive face at Heather and admitted that while she did have a set of acrylic markers in her bag they were far from colourful since she mostly used them for doing outlines or monochrome portraits or cityscapes. She did however walk over to where her luggage was and without bending her knees she bent over, and while there were probably several different types of undergarments that would have better accented her toned, firm buttocks, hopefully giving the other three a nice preview of what awaited underneath the boxer briefs once they came off. She opened the bag in which she kept her art supplies, mostly charcoals and dry pastels but there was also a small box with eight black waterbased markers of varying sizes and thickness. Returning to Heather she made a little show of that as well, first squatting down and then one knee after the other assuming a position that to some might signal submission as she sat back on her heels with her back straight and her chest pushed forward before presenting Heather with the box of markers. She then waited to see what her dare would be.

 

[Idlewyld]

Connie was all smiles as Heather ran her hands up her sides. She gave some thought to tasting the actress's lips, but settled for another wet one on the cheek instead, along with a bit of ritualistic ruffling under the chin. "Thanks Tiger Kitten. You don't disappoint." Oh but how she wanted to not be disappointed some more. But for now, the spotlight was on Molly, as it should be.

To that end, she quietly retreated and took her place by Riley's side, thoroughly intrigued by Heather's request and very interested into seeing the upcoming show.