Wouldn't it be hot... Thursday

Week 18: Thursday
I'd been tossing around possible ideas for my task all day and had pretty much made a decision by late afternoon. A and I went over to a friend's place for dinner Thursday night, and afterwards as we made our way to the car to head home I got his attention and said,

"Wouldn't it be hot if I did the trip home naked?" A gave me a cheeky smile and replied "If that's what you want to do..."

So once I was in the car I stripped off and we headed home. It was about a 30 min drive and at around 10:30pm so it was dark, and it had also started to rain a little. Visibility wasn't great and most of the time people outside the car would have a hard time seeing in, though there were a few moments when we were stopped at lights at a busy intersection when it was a little risky.

We were five minutes from our apartment when A's phone rang. I answered for him since he was driving - it was a friend of ours, T. T was returning a phone call from earlier in the day, apologising for taking so long to get back to us but he'd just finished work. When I told A this he offered to give T a ride home. I passed the invitation onto T and he accepted. I was in two minds about whether to tell him about my state of undress, but I decided to let him find out in the naural course of events. (I should probably mention that T and his lovely girl Miss K are also play friends).

We pulled up outside Central station to let T in. He took a seat in the back behind mine, so it wasn't immediately apparent that I was naked. Although he did notice that a motorcylist pulled up at the lights beside kept glancing inside the car window. "What's he looking at?" T commented, but didn't investigate further.

T and Miss K live on the North Side, so my little dare was now going to involve us driving through the city centre and over the Harbour Bridge, which was a bit more exposed than I'd been planning on! As we navigated through the city I apologised to T "You'll have forgive my lack of clothes, but I'm kind of in the middle of a task." He said that was fine.

It wasn't until we were going through the brightly lit tunnel that T peered over my shoulder and asked "What *are* you wearing?" to which I replied "Nothing."

W e made it to T's place without real incident, though I think I was spotted as I was getting dressed again by one of his neighbours who ended up in the lift with us (A did graciously allow me to dress when we popped up to say hi to Miss K). But upon leaving the clothes came off again and I remained naked until we were safely parked in our carpark. A's hand found its way into my underwear as we waited for the lift, and I know he found me wet.