Sex Experiment Relay: Round One, last chance

Just a perfect ass ready for a sex experimentDear Readers,

We’re playing a game called The Sex Experiment Relay, and here’s how it works:

1) I post an experiment.

2) You post your experimental results in the comments section, as well as a new experiment for the next round of experimenters to fulfill.

3) Once at least three people have completed the round’s experiment, I’ll choose one to repost as the next experiment for everyone to attack. I’ll also be taking guidance from readers in the comments section on what experimenter to choose from round to round.

4) Once we’ve had fun with this for a while and have quite a few “round winners” (some readers may win several rounds), we’ll start with eliminations, the rules of which I haven’t figured out yet. As always, I’m also happy to change the rules if someone dreams up better ones (and I do take bribes).

We started our first round a while ago using The First Experiment, with which this blog began. For more details, click the link or let this paragraph be your guide:

“Today you will not wear panties or a bra. You will wear a blouse open at the collar, and you will not wear stockings. If your husband occasionally sees you dressing, he must not see you today. Let the skirt be long enough to make you feel comfortable, but it should not go past the knee. This is imperative. As you slide it up over your hips, feel the nakedness of your thighs, feel your ass naked against the fabric of the skirt. Then, if you can, sit before a mirror. Spread your legs until you can see your pussy, but do not touch. You should simply understand how easy it would be to expose you. Then the blouse. Feel your breasts as you button it, and then, the sensation of your nipples against the fabric. Will it be cotton? Or silk? I wish you would tell me.”

So far, the game has two formidable competitors, and I’ll give the rest of you another week to get in on the fun before we move on. First off, here’s Tori’s report:

“So, I may or may not have mentioned this, but I am in a long distance relationship. Every so often, I’ll fly there for a day or so to see him, a quick and dirty little rendezvous that makes it that much more delicious. But I get side tracked.

One of these trips came not long after you posted this and I decided it was a perfect opportunity. So off I went to the airport, ticket in hand, pussy already tingling at the thought of getting screwed six ways to Sunday. Arriving at the airport, I checked in, got my ticket and slipped off to the restroom. Now, I was wearing a white summer skirt with some bold patterns, but it was still rather see through. I hesitated for a moment before slipping off the nude underwear I had been wearing, feeling the silk lining of my skirt brushing along naked skin. What a sinful feeling… Now, I wasn’t wearing a blouse, but a simple white cotton shirt, but the bra came off as well.

Do you know how cold it can get in airports? I was more than a little cold, and I’m sure that everyone could see. I had to wonder as I went through those newfangled full-body scanners if the guard watching could tell that I didn’t have underwear on. In fact it was all that I could think about while I went through security. Moving on, the rest of the time was rather ordinary, though I could swear I was being stared at more often than usual.

Boarding the plane my anxiety kicked in. I was going to be in close quarters with someone – would it be male? Female? Young? Old? Attractive? Revolting? – and the butterflies started anew. I wish I could say that it ended up being someone who stared or was lecherous, but I was at the window and the man next to me was around my generation and barely paid attention when I said hello. He was totally engrossed in the music his earbuds were delivering to him.

From there it was into my man’s arms and lets just say, he was more than a little appreciative of your bet!”

Not bad, not bad at all. She puts a smile on your face, Tori, doesn’t she?

Then there’s G&N Couple. Not only was their report extraordinarily daring, they also included photographic evidence (the links are in the comments section):

“Going out pantiless is one of my favorites…and here is the proof. We went to a restaurant, picked a corner table, and G ordered me to lift my dress up and stay like that all night long. I was not wearing panties or bra…just fishnet stockings.The excitement was amazing. G tore the fishnet apart right between my legs and i was feeling so exposed. The waiter kept coming every ten minutes to watch my nakedness as much as possible…. Here is more proof.

Now as a suggestion: Wear sexy panties and skirt, go to a bar/cafe/restaurant. Go to the toilet and remove the panties. Go back to the table, enjoy your drink, etc…and at the end as you are about to leave, drop the panties under the table. Afterwards enjoy the feeling of imagining what the waiters will think when they discover them a few minutes later and remember that you were sitting there….”

These people are professionals. Impressive.

So one question for you now, readers: what do you got? I’ll give you one week to join us.

Have fun,

X



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7 thoughts on “Sex Experiment Relay: Round One, last chance”

  1. we are in!
    going out pantyless is one of my favorites… . we went to a restaurant, picked a corner table, and G ordered me to lift my dress up and stay like that all night long… i was not wearing panties or bra… just fishnet stockings.The excitement was amazing. G tore the fishnet apart right between my legs and i was feeling so exposed. The waiter kept coming every ten minutes to watch my nakedness as much as possible… Here is the proof:

    http://realerosstories.blogspot.com/2011/04/n-public.html

    Now as a suggestion:
    Wear sexy panties and skirt, go to a bar / cafe / restaurant. Go to the toilet and remove the panties… Get back to the table, enjoy your drink etc… and in the end as you are about to leave drop the panties under the table. Enjoy afterwards the feeling of imagining what the waiters and people wold think when they will see them a few minutes later and remember that you were sitting there…

    1. Yes, Justme, very good question. This first round was admittedly sexist, but if we can build up a bit of momentum here I’ll make sure that subsequent rounds provide a opportunity for the men to show their stuff.

  2. Well played and well bribed, Sloane (that was exactly what I had in mind!). Loved imagining you in front of your room of colleagues, feeling slightly nudish. Love that you’re not SFW, and I think I’m going to start applying that term to people now. Thanks very much for coming through and giving us all a kick.

    1. So glad my bribe squeaked me into the competition with the other formidable players. I am *anxiously* awaiting the next experiment you present to us 🙂
      NSFWSloane

  3. How the hell did I miss this?! Note to self, enable email to all group updates. Kuddos to you sloane. Well done. And what’s with the half-assed pic. Lol. (pun intended).

    Thanks for sharing. 😉

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