Bottomless Tennis

I enjoy playing sports, and perhaps tennis the most. When I was younger, tennis allowed me to wear really cute short skirts, and no one complained. Well, no one complained as long as I also wore panties. I did like teasing my coach at the tennis club by showing up to practice and pretending I forgot my panties. Oh, he would “complain” but he never stopped me from practicing in my little tennis outfit without my panties. This started my life as a first class tease. I loved wearing short skirts and not wearing panties. The freedom was great, but more importantly, people paid a lot of attention to me. They all wanted to peek, and well, I was happy to give them opportunities to see, too. Oh, my parents, at first, suggested if I wanted to wear tiny skirts, I should wear panties with them. They got over it realizing the more they complained, the shorter my skirts got.

So, you might say coming to this college was a wonderful opportunity for someone like me. The problem was the inspectors still stopped me all the time. I had to remove my little skirts and tops to prove I was not wearing underwear. Just raising my hem was not good enough for many inspectors. They wanted to strip me naked.

It was annoying. I mean, I would be late to classes, and then my professors would punish me for arriving late by making me strip and answer questions about our reading assignments.

Here’s what I decided to do…




I left my skirts back in the dorm. I started going bottomless around campus. It was wonderful! I grew out my pubes a little, and was ready for Bush Day and such.


One problem still remained. If I wore a blouse, the inspectors still stripped me under the pretense I might be wearing a bra under the blouse. Totally ridiculous considering most of my blouses were sheer enough for them to tell I was not hiding anything underneath.

One morning I hit on the perfect solution! Why not just wear a bra? I would not be naked, so no problems there. I couldn’t be hiding a bra under the bra. And being bottomless, well, why would any inspector dare to stop me?


Okay, I do get inspections now and then, but I actually do not mind them. The inspectors leave me alone as I go to class in a frilly bra or bralette. I mean, what possible reason would they have to strip me at this point? The inspectors wait until I wear a sports bra, and that generally is when I head to the tennis courts to play and get some exercise. Even if they do strip me naked, I enjoy being able to play naked. My game improves. I cannot explain that, but I really do get better playing naked.


I’ve sent some videos of my play to my old tennis coach for him to see how much I have improved. He’s planning a trip out here to see firsthand, and give me some tips.


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