A Bet with the Hairdresser 
I don't visit the hairdresser too often, but if I do, I am always very 
pleased to be served by Denise (name changed). Denise is in her thirties and 
she has the black curls and never-ending tan that distinguishes so many 
hairdressers from us mortals. She is short and amplebossomed. Denise doesn't 
run the shop, she's an employee there so now you know all you need. Apart 
from the fact that I had met her in town on occasion and had one or two 
drinks with her before this story happened. You know how hairdressers are: 
as a customer, she knew almost all about me and I knew almost all about her. 
What I knew without her telling me, is that she enjoyed wearing short skirts 
- skirts that tiny, that they hardly showed from under the 'uniform' long 
T-shirt that carried the name of the hairdresser's shop. Only this time, it 
beat every other skirt. Denise was wearing a skirt that actually was hidden 
under her T-shirt most of the time. She could've fooled anyone - it looked as 
if she was wearing nothing but the T-shirt and slippers. It was a very quiet 
day and I was the only customer and Denise's colleague Rose (well, her boss 
actually) left the shop for a pee or whatever. I took my chance. "Hope you 
don't mind me asking, Denise, but does nobody ever say anything about your 
skirts?" She laughed. "So you noticed," she said. "Well Rose did say 
something today. She said she preferred them a little longer. I was surprised 
when I saw myself in the mirror, the skirt must've shrunk a lil bit. But I 
like to have my legs bare. Not to show them off but I like that feeling. And 
it's not as if we have to bend over all day here." 
Believe me - she had to bend over now and then.  Someone came in to buy a 
shampoo and she had to pick that up from a low shelf, showing me the bottom 
of her knickers. Later, Rose was helping a new customer at the other end of 
the shop and we could talk freely and I asked her bluntly if she would dare 
to wear that skirt without underwear. "How do you know I'm wearing 
knickers?" she teased and made me blush. "But I think I would dare that, 
yes. Not in the shop, though." From one thing came another: I bet her she 
didn't dare and promised to buy her dinner if she'd wear that outfit 
knickerless in the streets. She laughingly accepted, I thought  she saw it 
as no more than a joke of mine. I knew her lunch break was due and that she 
often picnicked in a nearby park - she always cycled to the park passing my 
house.  I suggested that we'd picnic together and she promised to pick me 
up at 12.30. 
And there she stood. I asked her to come in for a bit as I hadn't yet packed 
my sandwiches. She sat on a chair in the living room and shouted towards the 
kitchen if I would take the bet up that very moment. I told her I'd like her 
to take the bet anytime she felt like it and when I came in the living room, 
she surprised me in a big way. On the table, next to her lunch pack, were 
her knickers. She sat with her legs tightly together and was blushing the 
paint off the ceiling. "We're off, then?" she ventured and stood up. She 
left the knickers on the table. We walked down the stairs to front door and 
I said: "Wait, how do I know you didn't just put any other pair of knickers 
on the table?" She sighed and lifted her skirt, showing me only her thigh 
but definitely all the way up. I said "good" and we left the house. She was 
cycling in front of me and she made quite a job of it of not showing her 
buttocks by sitting on the very rim of the skirt. I noticed people on the 
footpath must have at least suspected something as she got a lot of glances. 
At the park, we usually sat at a picnic table near the entrance but now I 
suggested we walked up a hill and had lunch up there. "You vile person" she 
said but she didn't want to chicken out. She almost ran up that hill, I was 
behind her and I looked up for an exciting view. She had lost the knickers, 
no fooling now! I got an instant hardon, I mean, we hardly knew each other 
and there she was, giving me full view of her butt. She hurriedly sat down 
in the grass, I joined her and we ate the sandwiches. Every now and then, I 
had a glance of her best bits, she sat facing me with her legs folded under 
her buttocks so I saw a fair deal of her pussy. She knew of course. Some of 
the passers-by had a good idea of it as well. After finishing our lunch, we 
went for a little walk. "What's the point of wearing a skirt under your 
T-shirt if you can't see it anyway?" I asked. "The bet was over a pair of 
knickers not over the skirt," she said, looking a bit worried - there were a 
lot of people hiking. "It's not part of the bet but it's a playful 
challenge…" I tried. She giggled and stepped behind a tree and perched. Good 
trick, everybody looked away discreetly. Not me, I saw her stepping out of 
the skirt and unashamedly now, she gave it to me. "Take care of it," she 
said. We hiked for some more minutes and walked to our bikes. I asked her if 
she'd offer me some of the leaves of the tree where her bike leaned against 
and she laughed. They were well over her head but not quite out of reach. 
She surprised me again and grabbed a couple of leaves, exposing most of her 
butt. There were no pedestrians but a lot of cars drove by. She then took 
her skirt and put it on to cycle back to my place. I told her that she'd won 
the bet for sure. I didn't feel like the loser as I had dinner with Denise 
to look forward to. 
Back at my place, she didn't reach for the knickers immediately but told me 
that she'd sweated a lot and asked if I minded if she had a shower first. Of 
course I didn't mind, I said, before rushing to the toilet as I on my part 
needed a pee desperately. When I came back in the living room I saw her 
skirt, T-shirt and bra scattered over her shoes on my carpet. I sat down at 
the table and waited for the sound from the shower to stop and sure enough, 
seconds later Denise came stark naked out of the bath room. She smiled and 
turned her back to me as she put her clothes back on. "I decided to give you 
the full monty," she said, "You'd better make that a verrry nice dinner. If 
you drop your trousers in the restaurant, I might just pay for the drinks."