Sex on a Dare and the Stranger Who Picked Me Up

Dare To Have Fun!

Sex on a dare always sounds like a good idea when you’re sitting around a campfire with your friends. It sounds adventurous. Exciting. Like the kind of thing you’ll laugh about for years afterward. It sounds a lot less reasonable when you’re standing beside a quiet highway the next afternoon with your thumb out. The challenge had started after a few drinks and a lot of trash talking. My friends insisted I could flirt my way into any situation. I argued that wasn’t true. They disagreed. Eventually, someone dared me to hitchhike and charm the first person who stopped. I accepted before thinking about it.

Now I was questioning every decision that had led me to that moment. A black SUV appeared around the bend and slowed beside me. The driver’s window lowered. “You okay?” he asked. I blinked. That wasn’t the opening line I expected. “No concern for your own safety?” I asked. He laughed. “Should there be?” I leaned down slightly and studied him. Late thirties maybe. Handsome in a way that felt effortless. Confident without looking arrogant.

Sex On A Dare

“I haven’t decided yet.” His smile widened. “Well, if you’re heading toward town, I can give you a ride.” Good enough. I climbed in. His name was Ethan. For the first twenty minutes, I tried very hard to remember why I was there. This was supposed to be a dare. A challenge. Something I was controlling. The problem was Ethan refused to behave like a man who had just picked up a beautiful woman from the side of the road. He wasn’t awkward. He wasn’t overeager.  If anything, he seemed amused.

“So what’s the real story?” he asked eventually. “What makes you think there’s a real story?” He glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. “Because women like you don’t usually hitchhike.” “Women like me?” I asked. “The kind who already know exactly what effect they have on people.” I laughed despite myself. “That’s a very confident observation,” I said. “You haven’t denied it.” Fair point.

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. Every time I thought I had the upper hand, Ethan managed to turn things around on me. When I teased him, he teased me back. When I challenged him, he never backed down. By the time we stopped for coffee, I realized I had completely forgotten about the dare. That should have worried me. But I was fast becoming his secret admirer.

Where Was He Taking Me?

“You seem pleased with yourself,” he said as we walked back toward the SUV. “Maybe I am.” I said. “Because you’re winning?” he said with a smirk. “Who’s winning?” His grin was infuriating. “Exactly.” The afternoon slipped away faster than I expected. The further we drove, the easier everything became.

As the sun began sinking toward the horizon, Ethan turned off the main road and headed into the hills. I looked out the window. “Where are we going?” I asked a bit nervously but in a good way. “You’ll see.” A few minutes later, the trees opened up and the road ended at a secluded scenic overlook. The view stole my breath immediately.

The lake stretched endlessly below us, reflecting the orange and gold colors of the sunset. The entire world seemed quieter up there. Ethan parked and climbed out. I followed him toward the railing overlooking the water. All I wanted was to be his sensual lover in that very moment.

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