Well, I’ve survived two years at the College, and by May, I had almost forgotten what it’s like to wear panties.  When we were all packing to go home, it was hot, and the College had decided to turn off the air conditioning in our dorm.  So we all stripped down to the barest essentials.  Normally, in that situation, I would have simply worn a pair of panties, but for whatever reason, all my panties had disappeared during the year, and I never bothered to buy more.  So I settled for wearing a cute little belly shirt, just so I wouldn’t be completely naked.

When I was all done packing, I hugged all my dorm-mates goodbye, letting them goose me, but playfully swatting their hands away if they reached under my shirt.  Feeling delightfully slippery between my legs, I turned to head out the door.

Suddenly, I remembered I was bottomless.  I looked at my boxes and suitcases, so nicely packed, and decided it wasn’t worth unpacking them to find a skirt or dress to wear.  I would be driving my car, anyway, and so it was fortuitous that I had a top on.  Only the truck drivers would be able to see I wasn’t fully clothed.  So I got some of my dorm mates to help me put everything in my car, and off I went.

It was so nice to have the wind in my hair, and to be heading home.  Ding!  Oh, crap.  The “empty” light went on.  I pulled into the gas station, and considered my options.  It was busy, so there was no hope of modesty.  In every option, I would be getting out of the car half naked.  As dedicated readers of this blog already know, I’m really shy about showing my pussy in public, so I decided to slip my arms out of the straps and pull my shirt down over my waist.  Then, at least I would only be topless.  It was really hot, so I guessed people would say it was OK.  Not wanting to make two trips into the building, I just took a 20 out of my purse, and headed into the building, holding my little top in place around my waist.

“Stop!” said the clerk.  I was so surprised, I must have lost my grip on my clothes.  The next thing I know, my little top is around my ankles, and I see myself on TV.  “No shirt, no shoes, no service, can’t you read?”

“Sorry,” I said.  I stepped out of the puddle of clothing on the floor, and daintily donned my shirt again.

“That’s better,” said the clerk.  “Much better.”  He even smiled.

“I’m up here,” I said, pointing to my face.  The clerk slowly looked up at my eyes.  “Twenty dollars on pump 3,” I said.  I handed him the 20, and turned to go, feeling his grubby little eyes glaring at my butthole.  I don’t know if was the wardrobe failure or just the way he was watching me, but I was really wet.  I honestly had to resist the urge to play with my hood ornament right there in the store.  Something to do on the drive home, I thought.

I pumped the gas, and set off again.  The cruise control let me take my feet off the pedals and relax.  I scooted my bare bottom forward in the seat and rotated my pelvis, letting my legs fall to the sides of their own accord.  As the exits whizzed by, I amused myself with thoughts of the pretty girls I have known at the College, and how each girl glowed with such beauty when she settled on her own individual dress length equilibrium point.  Should I explain that?  OK, now’s a good time I suppose.  Pants and panties are more or less forbidden by the Dress Code, so all the girls wore dresses.  Every girl ventured out of their dorm in the morning in mortal fear of being Inspected.  It’s kind of funny, in retrospect, how we both loved and hated Inspections.  We loved watching another girl get Inspected as much as we hated being inspected ourselves.  Something about the pleading in her eyes that comes just before she reveals her exquisite beauty for all to see.  Anyway, it’s pretty obvious that a girl wearing a longer skirt will be more likely to be inspected, because she is the most likely to be wearing panties or a thong, or even a muff, which are all forbidden under dresses.  So each girl wears the shortest dress she can bring herself to wear on Campus.  It all depends on the trade-off between being inspected, and going bottomless.  Girls like me really don’t like to go bottomless, so we tend to wear longer skirts.  I like to wear a dress that covers (or at least mostly covers) my pussy, which also means my butt is at least half covered, showing only the cutest little bottom of my butt cheeks.  Unfortunately, this means I will almost always have on the longest dress in any crowd, so I get inspected a lot.  Even though I know inspection is important, and keeps us girls honest, I admit I get turned on every time I’m forced to strip in front of my classmates.  As long as the inspector doesn’t make me do anything really kinky while I’m naked, I can usually keep my excitement under control.  Other girls either mind being inspected a lot more than I do, or they don’t mind baring their cute butts as much as I mind baring mine.  Once a girl makes the decision to wear a top shorter than crotch length, she might as well go bottomless altogether.  These girls will wear a belly shirt or crop top, and usually avoid being inspected.

But wearing a really short top — going bottomless, that is — is no immunity against being inspected.  For all the Inspector knows, a girl could be wearing a bra, which is just as wrong as wearing panties.  I think it’s really worth being late to class to watch a bottomless girl being inspected.  Here’s why:  I ask myself: why is this girl willing to go completely bottomless to all her classes?  Maybe she really — I mean really — hates to be inspected.  If so, then watching her strip is a real treat.  The inspector will sense her reluctance to take off her top and show her little titties, and so he will prolong the tension.  He does this partly to amuse the gathering crowd, and partly to punish her for being so afraid of Inspection.  I should correct that last part: not so much to punish her, but to teach her that there is really nothing to be feared from inspection.  Once she’s inspected a few times, then she will be happier wearing less revealing clothes, and the Dress Code is then having a positive effect on the overall modesty of the Student Body.

One time I came upon an Inspection that had been in progress for some time.  A really pretty girl was being forced to stand with her legs apart, and her wrists were tied with a rope to an overhanging tree limb.  I was late to class, but she was so pretty, I had to stop and watch.  The inspector was asking for a girl to volunteer to help with the inspection.  It was like the girl had some kind of animal magnetism.  I felt myself floating toward her.  I was wearing a man-tailored shirt that day, with tails covering my front and back.  The inspector asked me to unbutton my shirt.  Still in a kind of trance, I did as I was told.  Although I’m not much of a prude when it comes to showing my butt, I was glad to be still wearing the shirt, so I wasn’t naked to the crowd behind me.  Then he asked me to kiss the girl, touching only our lips.  No hands.  Have you ever done this?  I can’t describe the experience, other than to say it was electric.  She was so hungry for love at that moment, she responded with so much enthusiasm I felt myself glowing.  As we kissed, the inspector told me to let my shirt slip off my shoulders.  Mmmm, is all I can say.  I licked her lips, and she licked mine.  I felt my shirt slip off my shoulders but I didn’t care.  My scalp tingled as I probed her open mouth with my tongue.  That’s enough, girls, said the inspector.  I slowly pulled back, licking my lips.  Realizing I was naked, I looked around for my shirt, but it was gone.

Now, girls, said the Inspector as he freed the girl he had been inspecting, we’re going to play a little game, and you will both be winners.  One of you will cum, and the other will get to keep her clothes.  I knew this game well, and wasted no time.  I chased the girl around the grassy inspection area, dodging other students who were delighting in our play.  Before long, I caught her, and stripped off her top, and then wrestled her to the ground.  She had firm little breasts with hard nipples that turned me on, I admit.  I got her on her back and forced her ankles toward her butt, opening her wet pussy like a flower.  I bent over her, letting my hair caress her inner thighs.  I had to spread my own legs, one knee next to each of her shoulders as I leaned forward to try to make her cum.  Her vagina was wide open, a deep pink hole, just begging me to plunge in my tongue.  But I had another idea.  With both hands, I gently pried her cheeks apart, and then with the underside of my tongue, I stroked her adorable puckered asshole.  I knew I had hit pay dirt by the way she arched her back, almost bucking me off her.  I pulled on her shins, bringing her knees almost to her cute little breasts, and causing her pussy to open like a beautiful flower.  Did her vagina pulse?  I swear it did as my wet hair fell onto her fully exposed bottom.  With my tongue, I separated her lips, and gently stroked between them as I kept her knees locked under my armpits.  With my fingers, I gently stroked her soft inner skin, so wet and slippery by this point, from her asshole to her clit and then back again, teasing her by skipping gingerly over her wide-open vagina.

I know she tried not to cum, but she was no match for me.  She shuddered, and I lifted my head so the Inspector could see her vagina pulsing.  She continued to lie on the ground as the Inspector pulled me to my feet, raising one of my arms in victory.  Truth be told, I was seconds away from cumming myself, but I did win the contest, so I got my shirt back.  I put it on, but didn’t button it, kind of enjoying the free feeling of the breeze on my sweaty body.  I helped the girl to her feet, and wiped the blades of grass off her back.  “No hard feelings?” I asked her.

“No, it’s OK,” she said.  I could see it wasn’t OK, though.  The poor girl was now naked, and like me, almost certainly late for her class.  “But…”

“What is it?” I asked.

Have you ever seen a naked girl blush?  It’s not just her face that turns red, it turns out.  She stood with her legs apart and looked down.  I followed her eyes and was overcome by a feeling of tenderness toward her.  I dropped to my knees, and kissed her adorable belly, and stroked her pretty round cheeks, letting my fingertips probe the soft skin between them.  Her vagina was still wide open, looking almost hungry, so I pushed my tongue into it, causing the poor girl to tense every muscle of her pretty little body, and arch her back, flattening her little tits against the sky.  I dragged my tongue between her lips, slurping up her sexy juices.  I plunged it in, feeling her vagina close around it, and then dragged it up to her clit one more time, feeling her pulsing asshole with my fingers.  “Thank you,” she said so quietly I wasn’t quite sure she said anything at all.

But I digress.  Sorry about that.  I never really got to mention my summer, so I’ll save that for another post.  Bye, now.

Love,
Donna

Although many of the girls who use the College pool arrive in the buff, not every girl feels comfortable parading about campus in the nude.  But if a girl tries to wear a bikini, she’s almost certain to be inspected, and more often than not, her bikini is confiscated.  The solution?  A “string” bikini.  This girl is fully clothed in the latest swimwear, and also quite clearly obeying the Dress Code!