Chapter 2: Working Through Some Things
As the first Monday morning of their challenge dawned, Ms. Logan found herself glancing over at Ms. Parisi more often than usual, her heart racing at the other woman's daring display of cleavage, barely contained by a polo style tennis dress. Ms. Logan estimated that Ms. Parisi was probably wearing three pieces of clothing, which was the same amount Ms. Logan was wearing with her blouse, skirt and panties. She had skipped wearing a bra to get an edge in the competition, but was regretting it slightly as her arousal was causing her nipples to show prominently through her shirt.
Conscious of her naughty appearance, she exchanged playful yet intense glances with Ms. Parisi from across the classroom.
She saw the curve of her breasts rising and falling beneath the silky fabric of her shirt. Her hard nipples strained against the thin material, begging to be set free and given the attention they craved.
Ms. Logan felt a hot flush coat her chest and cheeks, ignited by the naughty thought of Ms. Parisi catching a glimpse of her summoning nudity. They shared a knowing smile across the room, their eyes heavy with a mixture of desire and taboo excitement.
Ms. Logan’s pussy lips swelled, growing wet with every glance in her direction. She had to stifle a moan when Ms. Parisi leaned over her desk, filing away papers, giving Ms. Logan an unobstructed view down the front of her shirt. It was then that Ms. Logan noticed that Ms. Parisi wasn't wearing a bra. That meant that she was wearing at most two items of clothing, so Ms. Logan was losing already and it was only Monday. She would have to step up her game.
Ms. Logan and Ms. Parisi compared notes at the end of the day. Ms. Parisi only wore one item of clothing, and Ms. Logan wore three.
Ms. Parisi was practically naked, her body clad in nothing more than her skirt, while Ms. Logan wore a white silk blouse, a pencil skirt, and a pair black lace panties. Ms. Parisi's outfit left very little to the imagination, clinging to her body like a second skin.
"I tell you what, Ms. Logan," Ms. Parisi offered with a smoldering look, "If you drive home naked tonight, I'll knock one item off of your total clothing count for the day."
Ms. Logan hesitated, considering the daring challenge. Driving home naked was certainly an unexpected twist. And yet, she was already partway there, removing her remaining clothing before turning her key.
Her nipples hardened at the thrilling moment, the car's cool interior grazing her exposed flesh.
"Alright, Ms. Parisi," Ms. Logan finally agreed, a sly smile forming on her lips, "You have a deal."
Ms. Logan knew she had nothing to lose. The competition was tight, and she was determined to win, even if it meant putting her entire reputation on the line. She squealed a bit when Ms. Parisi grabbed her clothes and tweaked her nipple before going to her own car.
She revved the engine and let the cold air flow over her skin. It made her nipples even stiffer. She wished she had a towel as she was sure her wetness was going to permanently make the car smell of her arousal. She knew that she'd have a lot of explaining to do when she got home if her husband or daughter caught her, but she was too turned on to give it too much thought.
As she pulled out of the parking lot she mindlessly played with her clit and daydreamed about the outfit she would wear tomorrow.
It was clear she had to step up her game but luckily she was no novice when it came to dressing up.
Ms. Logan could feel the slick wetness between her thighs making her leather car seat sticky. Every bump the car hit sent vibrations throughout her pelvis and made her moan. She needed release and needed it badly but the idea of walking into her house dripping with arousal was also incredibly enticing.
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As Ms. Parisi drove, she felt her own slick desire growing. She knew Ms. Logan had already lost. Ms. Parisi had a whole week worth of dresses to keep her daily total at one. Even if Ms. Logan kept up, she would still lose by one at the end of the week.
*** Friday rolled around, and it was time to tally up the scores. Ms. Parisi had only worn one item of clothing all week, while Ms. Logan had worn three on Monday, two on Tuesday, one on Wednesday, and two on Thursday. The final score was four to one, with Ms. Parisi winning.
Ms. Parisi gloated, savoring her victory. "I knew I could do it. I'm just that good." She twirled around, showing off her figure in a tight red dress.
Ms. Logan sighed, defeated but not upset. "Well played, Ms. Parisi. You definitely deserved to win this week."
Ms. Parisi grinned, moving closer to Ms. Logan. "I'm glad you agree.
Because now, it's time for you to pay up."
Ms. Parisi's voice was low and sultry, and Ms. Logan felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew exactly what Ms. Parisi wanted, and she was more than ready to give it to her.
"Take off your clothes."
Ms. Parisi's voice was commanding, and Ms. Logan felt herself obeying without hesitation. She slipped off her blouse, revealing her perky breasts breasts exposed.
Ms. Parisi moved forward, teasing Ms. Logan's nipple with her thumb and index finger. She then slipped off Ms. Logan's skirt, leaving her standing in just her panties. Ms. Parisi then slid her fingers beneath the lace and pulled them down, leaving Ms. Logan completely naked in front of her.
Ms. Parisi smirked taking Ms. Logan's clothes. "You're going to need to walk through the school to get to your car. You can't go out the front entrance like that, of course. I suggest you use the back door and cut through the parking lot. Good luck!"
Ms. Logan's face turned beet red. She couldn't believe what she was being asked to do, but she knew that she had agreed to the consequences of losing.
Ms. Parisi had won fair and square, and Ms. Logan was determined to fulfill her end of the bargain.
Ms. Logan took a deep breath, mustered up all of her courage, and walked out the back door of the school, her naked body exposed to the cold night air. The school was eerily quiet, and the only sound she could hear was the crunching of gravel beneath her feet.
As Ms. Logan made her way through the parking lot, she could feel the eyes of passersby on her.