Sasha and I Go for a Jog

Now it was Sasha’s turn to stand by the back door nervously. I was there with her desperately trying to keep my cock from hardening to full mast again… but the handcuffed curvy blonde was making that a difficult task.

“I can’t believe you’re making us do this…” Sasha said nervously to Marty. Since our hands were bound behind our backs someone had to open the door for us… and it being her dare Marty had volunteered to watch us squirm. To make matters worse when she’d cuffed us she had linked our arms together so we we’re literally standing arm in arm.

“Oh really? I’ve been streaking twice tonight. You haven’t had a dare outside the apartment yet Sash.”

“Yes but we’re wearing handcuffs!”

“True… but you aren’t allowed to cover. This’ll just allow you to avoid that temptation. And trust me every fiber off your being will be telling you that you want your hands to cover yourself. Especially with tits like those.”

I took a deep breath as Marty opened the door. Despite the lateness of the hour (it had to be after 1am) the Sigmas were still gathered on their porch and immediately turned with excitement to see what the next naked task of the night was.

They didn’t say anything as I stepped out… but Sasha got the biggest reaction of the night. Sasha blushed and I felt her tug me along to get out of their sight faster. I’m sure she felt less embarrassed once we turned the corner, still in their line of sight, but at least her front faced away from the frat boys now. It only gave them the ability to cheer about her exposed ass now.

We arrived at the front corner of the house now and together looked down the street. We’d been dared to run down to the stop sign and back… a distance of about 6 houses. Currently there was no one on the street and no cars to be seen… but it was about to be a long naked jog.