r/daresgonewild

In my last dare, earlier today, I ended up braless under a white tank top for half of the train ride into NYC. u/nobodyparticular60 had already dared me to take a walk through the rain. I told them I'd take the risk, but I didn't think I was going to be there at the right time for the rain.

Boy was I wrong.

I went up to the main concourse and took some classic tourist selfies to capture how exposed I was. I thought that might be the end of it. But then, as I stepped towards the exit, I saw what I was dreading. Umbrellas. Wet footprints. I'd put myself at the mercy of the weather gods, and they'd decided to have some fun with me.

But I'm a girl of her word (and a true dareslut), so out I went. I planned to walk to H&M, then maybe buy something there to eventually make myself more decent, and possibly get in a few more dares in the fitting room. But I couldn't make it that far. These were not rainshowers, this was like an actual shower, dumping water over me. Within a block I was soaked. I could feel the eyes of strangers on me, wondering how I could make such a wardrobe mistake, wondering if I knew what was happening. Halfway to H&M I decided I was wet enough, and now it was just getting difficult to walk through. I ducked into a subway entrance and thought about my next move. I could get straight on the train here and head for my friend's place where I'm staying. But then I'd show up in this state, and I didn't want that, so I made the only other choice I figured I had: I walked back to Grand Central.

By the time I got there, I was truly drenched. Now I was definitely getting some eyes. My shirt left nothing unseen. Inside, I took a couple more pictures to document my state, and then found a bathroom. In the stall, I stripped off my soaked top, and took a moment to…appreciate the stiff points that had been trying to escape. Then, finally, I put my bra back on to finally restore some decorum to my outfit for the subway ride.

But of course, that wouldn't do at all, would it? There were more dares to be fulfilled, and now was no time to stop. So…more soon.

😘

When we last left our heroine, she had just gotten her bra back under her soaking wet white top and finally stopped showing her nipples to every tourist in Grand Central, and she was about to head for her friend's place for the night. But without any kind of dare along the way? That just wouldn't do!

Then I remembered that u/oxygen-junkie had dared me to take off my panties and give an upskirt show. Where better than the subway? So I slipped them off and put them in my bag.

This was very new for me. I wasn't expecting how thrilling it would be to feel the air under my miniskirt and know just how close I was to showing it all—and in the middle of a subway station!

But, here's the thing: I was weak. I couldn't bring myself to sit there and spread my legs open. It just felt too blatent, too risky. I needed another element.

Meanwhile, the trip itself was going horribly. The train wasn't going to be crossing the river to Brooklyn. Maybe flooding from the rain? I'd need to find another route.

So I added a bit to the dare. I looked at my watch. Every 10 minutes, I would have to hike my skirt up just a little further. It's already a short skirt. Would I make it to my destination still clothed?

I finally got to another train line and…that one was also closed! Nothing crossing the river! Of course that had taken time, and my hemline was getting scandalously high. But there was one more train I could try.

That one did the trick! But it wasn't the fastest path, and the clock kept ticking. My hemline was beyond failing the fingertip test. Now when I put my arm down it was well above my pinky by several knuckles. As I walked up stairways, I didn't let myself feel for the edge of my skirt. I couldn't tell just how much it was moving around behind me, or what the people below might be seeing.

The last leg of the trip wasn't too crowded, and I got a seat. I was barely sitting on my skirt. The front edge was half an inch below my pussy. And…well, to be honest, I still chickened out a little. I didn't do anything blatent. I got a photo with my legs slightly apart. It wasn't much, but at that length, with nothing underneath, I'm pretty sure I was still putting on a show. I'm sure I got some furtive glances from across the car.

By the time I reached my destination, my skirt's hem was up to the middle of my palm, and if it had taken me a few more minutes to get there, I'm not sure I could legally claim to be wearing it anymore. And I've never been so fucking wet.

Now I'm in bed, recounting the day's fun, vibe against my clit, fantasizing about what tomorrow might bring. Ideas welcome! I might just finish off the evening with a few rounds of Omegle fun. I'll tag my username if you want to try to catch me.

😘

…and I'm too much of a dareslut to refuse. Just when I think I'm done for the night, u/socialistpatriotyank knows how to pull me back in. 😘

Okay, actually u/yourtoes429 said "topless", but in for a pound…

I'm still on the train as I post this. I left the bra off when I went back to my seat, and I'll stay this way at least until I get into the city. It's rather revealing as it is, but there's a threat of rain in the forecast, so we'll see just how far this ends up taking me. 😉

I thought just fulfilling the dare would be fun, but let me tell you, it's a thrill to sit here in my seat, reviewing these photos and composing this post.

More to come soon, I expect!

Dared by @SnooCapers9086 to do it again but with the curtains open and to press against the window! Done! ✅ 😜