There are a couple of more dares, but most of them are similar to the others - walking along the beach without pants, wearing a spider web bikini, no underwear in the pub, ...
There are other dare stories from other places, if you like, but there is this one more from the Canaries.
On one of the last days we went to the western side of Fuerteventura near Cofete, which is known to have dangerous tides and people are advised not to go too deep into the water because of the rip-stream. My girlfriend is a sports teacher in our local school and knew how dangerous this was, so we stayed clear of that.
On this day she wore a blue wicked weasel bikini, of which the top stayed off most of the time. However, she didn’t take off her bottom, apparently because there were young children lying close to our spot.
We decided to go into the water and I kept teasing her saying she was a sissi-girl and not bold enough to go nude. She played the game, too, and replied why I would cover my cock today, because the last days I usually wasn’t wearing any swimming trunks, at all.
Once we were in the water she hugged and kissed me and I said I wanted to please her with my fingers. We sat on our knees, the water then was breast-high because we didn’t want to risk anything. She quickly got up, posed in front of me and pulled down her bottoms. Her pussy was right in front of my eyes. She turned once or twice, so that others must have got a nice show, then sat down again and said: “Well, go on then!” I started to push my finger slowly into her pussy, she seemed to enjoy. She gave me her g-string because she didn’t want to lose it, and I put it in my trunks. My other hand returned to her small but perky titties while I fondled her. She moaned a little and told me not to stop.
Suddenly I heard a shout from the sea, for help. I turned around and saw a guy in the water, about 20 metres away. He tried to reach the shore but couldn’t, although he almost could stand where he was. “Do you need help?” I shouted, and we both looked at him. He said yes and that he couldn’t come out.
Without thinking about it we waded and swam to him, not realising how dangerous this was. We came close to him but couldn’t feel the rip stream.
We took him by the hand and she swam behind him, then we began swimming parallel to the beach. After a few metres we tried to get closer to the beach, it worked immediately. Soon I could stand on my feet and pulled him and her into the safe zone.
He was about 45 and British - a muscular type of man, some tattoos on his arms. Even when we were in safe waters he had troubles to stand on his feet, so we slowly led him out of the water.
He thanked us and sat on the beach. We stood in front of him and it was only then that I noticed that she still was completely naked and he had a perfect view on her crotch. He also looked at her tits and said something like: “Not only it’s the first time I was saved, but also saved by a mermaid.” We smiled and checked, if he knew where to go, but he seemed ok and slowly walked back after thanking us again.
She walked back to our place fully nude, but didn’t seem to mind. She lay down naked and only when I realised I still had her g-string in my pants she put them on again. My hard-on was gone and it took me some time until her stiff nipples and the thought of the guy being rescued by her completely naked made my little friend grow again.
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