“And he would have had to do the same if he had lost?” I nodded my head and said, “Yeah, except I had a different place in mind for him.” “W...uld that be cool or what?” Laurel asked Kirsty, slipping an arm around her waist and giving her a good-natured shake. “Being able to make a guy have to go out and jerk-off in public?” Kirsty said smiling, and they both burst into laughter. "All well and good," I said, "but, remember, it's a bet. You might lose and he'd be able make you do whatever you'd. .. some inner cloudy desire.And even though she hadn't started the day to get to this point, or left her panties in the drawer for this purpose, Caitlin suddenly had the misty, cloudy desire ... to let me look at her naked pussy.So she did.It is at this point that I should tell you that Caitlin's desire to find out what the world was like when one wasn't wearing any underwear might have had some genetic component. That's because, you see, I stopped wearing underwear after high school. For me, I. None of her is flabby. Tan everywhere but where the bottom of her little bathing suit was. Square face and jaw, full lips, dark brown eyes that see everything. Brown hair cut square to shoulder length, not frizzy or anything. Simple. No paint. Knotted gold studs in her ears. No hair on her crotch; think I'll let that ride for a while.She didn't mind that I looked her over like I'd look over a filly. I'm starting to like her.On the way out for food, I looked over the rooms as I closed the door.. I ran to the tent.“Are you okay? Do you need help?”“Yes! Help! I’m all tangled up.”I set about pulling the pieces of the tent away so the girl could struggle out. She was wearing a long nightshirt that clung to her skin in the drenching rain. I ran around the tent pulling out the two stakes that hadn’t already given way and dragged the whole thing with me under the picnic shelter. It wasn’t raining directly on us any longer, but occasionally a gust of wind blew water half way across the little.