This is the story of my first nude dare. My husband had told me of a coworker who had been fired just before Christmas. He was very depressed, and he ...had to take a night job at a gas station convenience store near our house. Money was tight, so I felt we could only sympathize, I didn't even know him personally. Late every night I would drive by the gas station on my way home from work and think of my husband's friend. What could I do to cheer him up? And then one night I thought "well, what if. I had a ski date in the morning or I might have stayed there all night playing with the water.I went to bed wearing a huge smile.I want to say that Saturday morning started out like gangbusters, but I'd be lying. My gotta-have-it, too-early-to-be-fucking-around cup of coffee was not waiting for me when I got up. The timer on the coffeemaker, for some reason unknown to me, did not engage at the requested time, so a freshly brewed pot of coffee was not waiting for me when I came down the stairs.. It is a wonder that both places can exist on the same world.Making the transition from Hawaii to Arizona was softened by the long flight between the two places. The sterile artificial environment of the interior of an airplane lessens how jarring the contrast can be. It gives the mind the chance to get used to the intermediate environment that effectively isolates the two places.Betsy sat in the rear seat of the limousine that was taking her from the airport to William’s home. She stared out. It was sweet, even though Deb had been out the entire day. A small tinge of musky smell lingered (probably from a bit of sweat and pee), but I didn’t care. I ran my tongue along her pussy slit, stopping just before her clit, and headed back down again. This time, I pushed slightly further, and my tongue sank deep into her inner lips, causing her to moan even louder. Man it was better than eating abalone I swear! I licked her pussy out, and circled her clit. Finally, I retracted my tongue, stuck.