stepping out of my comfort zone
Introduction:
its fun to be daring but i need lots of help
A bunch of guys were throwing a party. One of my friends was friends with one of the guys so we went. It was like an outdoor house party and most people were in this fence enclosed back yard where the driveway came around back. There was a DJ who was playing good dance music, a couple of kegs and jungle juice, and even a stage. Mostly people were dancing on the stage but eventually things changed a lot. It was a cool night so I went in my normal sweatshirt and jeans. I like being comfortable mostly.
I had had 3 or 4 drinks and I was actually feeling kinda social so I was dancing a little and talking with people. Mostly with a couple of my friends that I came with but there were some people dancing with us that I didn’t know right away either. Randomly some guy who I guess lived at the house comes out with a bull horn. He told the DJ to turn the music down and when everyone looked, he announced the next part of the party:
“Ladies, tonight could be your lucky night. You could win $100 and a bottle of wine.” He was holding the money and the wine in his hand. “But I’m not gonna tell you how to win it til you enter the contest!”
A bunch of people went back to just kinda talking to themselves and a couple of girls volunteered right away. One of the guys in our group – one that I didn’t know – kept trying to encourage me and my girlfriends to get in the contest. Even though we didn’t know what it was.
At first I didn’t want to, but one of my friends is kinda crazy like that and she volunteered right away. She grabbed me and another friend and started dragging us to the stage with her. I ripped my hand away and kinda ran back but then everyone kinda grabbed me and pushed me back up with her and my other friend. The guy with the bull horn saw us coming up and worked on encouraging me a little bit. In fact he said that he was pretty sure I was gonna win.
I still didn’t know what we were doing, but I figured I would give in and go along with it. There was 7 of us on stage – me, my 2 girlfriends and 4 other girls. The guy up there with us was talking into the bullhorn the whole time:
“Alright ladies, to get this started we need you to go inside and change into your team uniform!” Now I was really confused. I’m not real good at sports so I was pretty worried. Another guy who lived in the house came to the stage and escorted us to the house. He threw a white piece of clothing at each of us and said:
“Here ya go, put these on and then I’ll take you back out…”
They were wife beater shirts and most of them were either cut off halfway or torn up one way or another. My crazy friend said, “I knew it was gonna be a wet-t contest!” And she changed right into the shirt she was given. Took her bra off and everything without even thinking about it. Sometimes I wish I had her guts.
I was crazy nervous! I could actually feel myself shaking on the inside. Everyone else didn’t seem to be that worried though and they were all changing so I figured I better do it to. I took off my top – sweatshirt, tshirt and bra and put on the wife beater. Mine was cut off just above my waist but then someone took a knife or something and cut a long slit from the neck down and the bottom up so the only thing holding the shirt together was like a 1 inch bridge of fabric right in the center of my bust. I’m a dd so and the shirt was too small for me so I stretched it a lot and it was pretty tight.
When I turned around to go with the girls outside, I realized that some of them didn’t take their bras off and at that moment I wished I didn’t too.
When we got to the stage everyone went nuts! Screaming and hooting and stuff – even the girls. It was weird, but kinda fun at the same time. It was still pretty chilly but I was so nervous and shaking so much that I was actually kinda warm even though my skin was cold. I had my arms over my chest and I could definitely feel my very hard nipples through the shirt.
“Ok, time for the competition!” announced the bull horn guy.
Another guy came up with these broom handles and made us stand in partners, side by side. He put the broom handle behind our backs and told us to put our arms around it so was in our elbows. This made everyone’s boobs push way forward and the cheers got louder.
Then the water came. They just doused us all with a hose and the shirts got almost totally see through!
I really didn’t know what to do. I was just standing there in this freezing tshirt with my boobs showing to everyone who was there. Somehow they positioned the backyard lights so they focused on the stage. And they were bright so it was actually kinda tough to see faces in the crowd. I could hear them though.
There was lots of:
“Great tits!” and “Take it off”s and even some sex stuff like “I wanna eat ur pussy” or “I wanna put my big dick between em”. It all kinda felt like a blur – and the alcohol had really gotten to me so I guess I didn’t care so much.
Some of the girls kinda put on a show – shaking their shoulders or bouncing em around. My crazy friend had actually taken her shirt all the way off and was dancing like a stripper.
I didn’t really know what to do and the other girl who was with me on the broom handle seemed kinda nervous too so we just kinda danced a little – I’m good at shaking my hips so I did that – and she was doing something too. It seemed like every time we did something new, the cheers got louder again.
After a minute or two the bullhorn guy came back up and said:
“Ok, time to vote! I’ll go through each contestant and whoever gets the best applause, wins!”
He went behind each girl in sequence – I was second from the last. He pointed at them from behind and let the crowd cheer. He also brought a pitcher of water and poured it over each girls chest as he went. Everyone got cheers – and they all seemed really loud. I got worried. What if no one was cheering for me? And the other girls were doing things that made them seem so sexy. One even dropped her pants to her knees and was like on all 4s like she was being humped on the ground.
Everyone got cheers – and loud ones.
Then he got to me. He poured the water on me. It was cold and the air was cold and I could feel my nipples get even harder. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook them back and forth and my boobs bounced all over the place. I felt like my shirt was gonna bust open any second but it didn’t.
And the most amazing thing happened. The crowd went nuts. Screams, whistles, hollers, and clapping. And it kept going! Even when he was ready to move on to the last girl they were still screaming for me. I went with it a little and shook my chest back and forth and bounced up and down again real quick and the crowd got even louder.
I was so nervous and sort of excited that I was laughing. I don’t even really know what happened with the last girl because a few moments later, the bullhorn guy was standing behind me again, held my arm in the air and announced:
WINNER!!!!
I just kinda stood there in my wet tshirt with my wine bottle and $100 bill and laughed. I didn’t know what to do. We got escorted off stage and went back in the house. We all got towels to dry off and the girls congratulated me as we put our clothes back on.
The DJ and the party continued. I had a ton of guys wanting to be with me that night. It was really amazing! I never would have done it on my own, I needed lots of encouraging, but I’m so glad I did. I just wish I had the guts to be that confident all the time.
And that was the time I won a wet-tshirt contest. LOL
