’ I bent down and started stroking her left cheek. I pulled the left sleeve down of my blazer and felt her left shoulder. Cynthia moaned a bit when ... stroked it. I started carressing her smooth shaven legs. One on top of the other with not one trace of hair on either. Her feet I carressed with my fingertips. A lovely pair smooth to the touch. She knew how to take care of them. Every part of her body was perfect. ‘So now what?’, I asked, ‘the dryer doesn’t stop for another thirteen minutes.’ ‘I. "She flipped the hairspray to her left hand, and attacked the area with the pick, trying to get the hair to stand up. She stretched her neck up, admiring her handy work and eyed him questioningly in the mirror. He nodded approval and stepped back quickly to avoid the cloud of hairspray that followed.Finding the shirt that he wanted, he slipped it over his shoulders and began buttoning down from the collar. As the cloud dissipated from around Silver's head, she smiled at him again."What do you. Then two of us pulled her shirt over her head. She stood up and turned to face the bar.With a little encouragement she dropped her hands to her sides for a couple of seconds and then covered up again before sitting back down. She quickly pulled her t-shirt back over her head. A few more dares were made and another round was bought and then it was the “flashers” turn to make a dare.She looked at me with a devilish grin, grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something on it before sliding it over to. I felt lost insensuality as I pulled on my stockings and garter belt. After that went mymatching black thong and bra (with those DD breast forms of course).Seeing my painted nails moving languidly up my legs and over my body, Ifelt sexy, excited and alive! I decided to wear a different outfit thanthe "last time", but as I picked up the halter top I had worn, I saw apiece of folded up paper stuck inside. I placed it aside and continueddressing, choosing a more conservative white sleeveless top.