Later that morning we left to visit a local museum and
gallery. As we where leaving the bell boy was stood at reception. Has
soon as he saw me he was all beams. I could tell that for him my
clothing had just disappeared.
The morning past quickly and we found a nice place for lunch. Hubby was studious which meant he was thinking of something.
"I want you to write this holiday up on that website" he said when we where back in the car and heading in the wrong direction for the hotel. I smiled.
He pulled into a lay-by and said, "Right we are going to play strip roulette" Strip roulette is a naughty version of Russian roulette. Except get it wrong and you have to strip.
There are three or four ways of playing this game. Hubby said he'd give me the choice of versions.
One was you wait for a car passing you and every time you pass a car of that colour again you have to remove a item of clothing. When you arrive at your destination whatever you are left wearing is what you are in.
Second version you each pick a colour car. If your colour passes you you remove a item if hubbies colour passes you you put a item back on. Again what you are in when you arrive is what your in.
Third version is that you go by car registration numbers you add up the numbers on the number plates and whoever is the closest wins.
Four similar to three but you each have a number of cars, say six, you chose which number plates you are going to count. The one with the highest number wins.
I decided on the each have a colour and I would go first. Cars had passed us whilst we discussed the game. So the next car colour to pass we be mine. It turned out to be red. Red is the most common colour of car. We waited for hubbies colour. It was then that I knew my goose was likely to be cooked. It was purple we agreed, although I think that it might be called grape or plum.
Hubby set of driving. This way back to the hotel, the long way, would take just over 1 hour. I could only prey that the last cars we saw where all purple. Since I was sure I'd be pretty, yep, he comes two red cars together, quickly stripped. Once naked your cars didn't count but as soon as you had passed one of hubbies and dressed again if you became naked again it would be two hubbies before I could put a item on, then three and so on. But only if I'd been passed naked by my colour.
The other problems with this game was undressing in a moving car with your seat-belt on. Also you could only remove a item of clothing that was removable. What I mean was I couldn't remove a stocking before I removed the shoe. If I had to remove a item even partly then it was the item being removed I couldn't put it back on. For example removing my jumper selves to get my bra off.
So two red cars and we hadn't gone 100 yards yet. I thought about what should be removed and decided on my panties, and my bra if I could do it. Well the panties where only marginally difficult to remove. Hands up my skirt having pulled it up as far as it would go then getting my thumbs in the side to push the panties off my bum by planting my feet into the foot well and raising my bottom off the seat as much as the seatbelt would allow. Then pushing them down over my knees until the fell by gravity to my feet. I could then pull my feet out. Next was to be the bra. I had a jumper with t-shirt on underneath. I gently moved forward so the seatbelt wouldn't snap on. This meant I could with a little difficulty reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. This meant by the rules that I now had to remove it. If my jumper and t-shirt had to come off to complete that then tough. They became forfeit too.
I now struggled to put my hand up my jumper shelve and t-shirt shelve and grasp the bra strap and pull it down and off my arm. The first strap is always the more difficult. The other strap is much easier when one side is already released. It only remained for me to pull my t-shirt out of my skirt and put my hands up to pull the bra free from my boobs. I then placed the bra in the back seat by chucking it over my head.
"I should make you remove your jumper and t-shirt now for pulling it out" Hubby said. "But I prefer a slow stripping" he said. I was hope is generosity would end up costing him his prises.
It was a while before the next red car passed us. I was a easy choice the jumper. It was another ten minutes bring us to about the half way mark before another red car passed us. Perhaps red cars aren't so common in Scotland. It would be I decided my left shoe. I was going to keep my skirt and t-shirt to last.
We then turned through the first village. Three red cars and a post office van where parked up on the road. Cars in driveways don't count. Four items. One remaining shoe, two stockings and It would have to be my skirt. The shoes and stockings came off easily even if the stockings required some twisting of limbs to complete the task. The skirt was a bit more difficult. The zipper and button first. Then a shuffling to get it over my bum. It was a tight skirt when you where sat on it. Eventually I was just in t-shirt. Where where all the purple cars.
We now left the minor road for the main road which was still quite minor compared to urban A roads. It was long before a red car came flying past and I ended up naked and very worried about the hotel. Hubby wouldn't make me but I hated not finishing a game.
Then a bit of luck a purple car and the t-shirt was back on for all of a minute before two red cars came past. We where now about ten minutes from the hotel. Each car, especially dark ones had me praying. The could turn out to be purple. Then just has we where on the outskirts of the town we where staying in two more red cars.I would be arriving naked.
Hubby turned into the hotel car park and headed for the rear parking rather than the usual front parking. He went for a space that was immediately in front of the fire escape. OH no!
He smiled.
He got out of the car and stared to walk to the hotel front door then turned back. He came to the passenger side of the car and had me open the door. I was sat there completely naked for the world to see. He reached in and took the panties and then reached in back for my other bits and pieces. He wasn't going to let me off. Only I could put a stop to it.
My stomach ached with excitement. The drive had been nerve racking but all the while I was imagining doing a dash up the front steps across the lobby and past the bell boy. The fire escape was a bit of a let down but more do able I certainly won't have do my fantasy.
Hubby put my clothes at the bottom of the fire escape. This meant even if I chicken out now. I would have to dash about ten foot across the car park to retrieve my clothing.
Hubby took a age. Every sound of a car had me panicking that they would come to the rear and park next to me. Eventually hubby appeared at the top of the fire escape. Well this was it. I reached over for the car keys which where still in the ignition and prepared to exit. One quick listen and look and pull the car door handle and quickly out. Put the key in the lock and turn the central locking closed. Take to my heels it took about six good paces to reach my clothes and bundle them up into my arms. I then started on the metal fire escape steps. They where quite painful on my feet so I decided if hubby was going to give me a forfeit I'd except it and put on my shoes.
I'm quite fit, swimming and gym plus walking to walk and just generally leading an active life. Even so it seemed that the first flight was quick and each one after was slower and slower, the last flight number six seemed unending. Eventually I reached the fire door and was able to enter our corridor and scamper for our room.
I'd done a similar dare with the girls some months before and I think this was hubbies idea. He wanted to see it rather than imaging it.
The morning past quickly and we found a nice place for lunch. Hubby was studious which meant he was thinking of something.
"I want you to write this holiday up on that website" he said when we where back in the car and heading in the wrong direction for the hotel. I smiled.
He pulled into a lay-by and said, "Right we are going to play strip roulette" Strip roulette is a naughty version of Russian roulette. Except get it wrong and you have to strip.
There are three or four ways of playing this game. Hubby said he'd give me the choice of versions.
One was you wait for a car passing you and every time you pass a car of that colour again you have to remove a item of clothing. When you arrive at your destination whatever you are left wearing is what you are in.
Second version you each pick a colour car. If your colour passes you you remove a item if hubbies colour passes you you put a item back on. Again what you are in when you arrive is what your in.
Third version is that you go by car registration numbers you add up the numbers on the number plates and whoever is the closest wins.
Four similar to three but you each have a number of cars, say six, you chose which number plates you are going to count. The one with the highest number wins.
I decided on the each have a colour and I would go first. Cars had passed us whilst we discussed the game. So the next car colour to pass we be mine. It turned out to be red. Red is the most common colour of car. We waited for hubbies colour. It was then that I knew my goose was likely to be cooked. It was purple we agreed, although I think that it might be called grape or plum.
Hubby set of driving. This way back to the hotel, the long way, would take just over 1 hour. I could only prey that the last cars we saw where all purple. Since I was sure I'd be pretty, yep, he comes two red cars together, quickly stripped. Once naked your cars didn't count but as soon as you had passed one of hubbies and dressed again if you became naked again it would be two hubbies before I could put a item on, then three and so on. But only if I'd been passed naked by my colour.
The other problems with this game was undressing in a moving car with your seat-belt on. Also you could only remove a item of clothing that was removable. What I mean was I couldn't remove a stocking before I removed the shoe. If I had to remove a item even partly then it was the item being removed I couldn't put it back on. For example removing my jumper selves to get my bra off.
So two red cars and we hadn't gone 100 yards yet. I thought about what should be removed and decided on my panties, and my bra if I could do it. Well the panties where only marginally difficult to remove. Hands up my skirt having pulled it up as far as it would go then getting my thumbs in the side to push the panties off my bum by planting my feet into the foot well and raising my bottom off the seat as much as the seatbelt would allow. Then pushing them down over my knees until the fell by gravity to my feet. I could then pull my feet out. Next was to be the bra. I had a jumper with t-shirt on underneath. I gently moved forward so the seatbelt wouldn't snap on. This meant I could with a little difficulty reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. This meant by the rules that I now had to remove it. If my jumper and t-shirt had to come off to complete that then tough. They became forfeit too.
I now struggled to put my hand up my jumper shelve and t-shirt shelve and grasp the bra strap and pull it down and off my arm. The first strap is always the more difficult. The other strap is much easier when one side is already released. It only remained for me to pull my t-shirt out of my skirt and put my hands up to pull the bra free from my boobs. I then placed the bra in the back seat by chucking it over my head.
"I should make you remove your jumper and t-shirt now for pulling it out" Hubby said. "But I prefer a slow stripping" he said. I was hope is generosity would end up costing him his prises.
It was a while before the next red car passed us. I was a easy choice the jumper. It was another ten minutes bring us to about the half way mark before another red car passed us. Perhaps red cars aren't so common in Scotland. It would be I decided my left shoe. I was going to keep my skirt and t-shirt to last.
We then turned through the first village. Three red cars and a post office van where parked up on the road. Cars in driveways don't count. Four items. One remaining shoe, two stockings and It would have to be my skirt. The shoes and stockings came off easily even if the stockings required some twisting of limbs to complete the task. The skirt was a bit more difficult. The zipper and button first. Then a shuffling to get it over my bum. It was a tight skirt when you where sat on it. Eventually I was just in t-shirt. Where where all the purple cars.
We now left the minor road for the main road which was still quite minor compared to urban A roads. It was long before a red car came flying past and I ended up naked and very worried about the hotel. Hubby wouldn't make me but I hated not finishing a game.
Then a bit of luck a purple car and the t-shirt was back on for all of a minute before two red cars came past. We where now about ten minutes from the hotel. Each car, especially dark ones had me praying. The could turn out to be purple. Then just has we where on the outskirts of the town we where staying in two more red cars.I would be arriving naked.
Hubby turned into the hotel car park and headed for the rear parking rather than the usual front parking. He went for a space that was immediately in front of the fire escape. OH no!
He smiled.
He got out of the car and stared to walk to the hotel front door then turned back. He came to the passenger side of the car and had me open the door. I was sat there completely naked for the world to see. He reached in and took the panties and then reached in back for my other bits and pieces. He wasn't going to let me off. Only I could put a stop to it.
My stomach ached with excitement. The drive had been nerve racking but all the while I was imagining doing a dash up the front steps across the lobby and past the bell boy. The fire escape was a bit of a let down but more do able I certainly won't have do my fantasy.
Hubby put my clothes at the bottom of the fire escape. This meant even if I chicken out now. I would have to dash about ten foot across the car park to retrieve my clothing.
Hubby took a age. Every sound of a car had me panicking that they would come to the rear and park next to me. Eventually hubby appeared at the top of the fire escape. Well this was it. I reached over for the car keys which where still in the ignition and prepared to exit. One quick listen and look and pull the car door handle and quickly out. Put the key in the lock and turn the central locking closed. Take to my heels it took about six good paces to reach my clothes and bundle them up into my arms. I then started on the metal fire escape steps. They where quite painful on my feet so I decided if hubby was going to give me a forfeit I'd except it and put on my shoes.
I'm quite fit, swimming and gym plus walking to walk and just generally leading an active life. Even so it seemed that the first flight was quick and each one after was slower and slower, the last flight number six seemed unending. Eventually I reached the fire door and was able to enter our corridor and scamper for our room.
I'd done a similar dare with the girls some months before and I think this was hubbies idea. He wanted to see it rather than imaging it.
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