I forgot panties at my tennis lesson… [F] (From Reddit)

[Buckaroo]

This story was posted on Reddit by acorn_sweetleaf

I did not write this story. acorn_sweetleaf wrote it.

Link to the story on Reddit:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstorie ... _lesson_f/






So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was sure I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I couldn’t tell him it was because I forgot my panties...even the thought of saying the word in front of Matt was embarrassing. We’d been friends for years, and there was no way I was about to talk to him about that kind of stuff. I wanted to work out, too, and I’d already made it out of the house. Plus, the fee was not cheap and I was pretty sure it was non-refundable.

Play in jeans? I thought.

No, that would never work. Too hot, too sweaty, and it would look stupid.

Hmmm…

Maybe if I was really careful…

“Hey Matt,” I smiled, dropping my bag full of my day-clothes in the corner of the court, feeling as if I were surrendering them somehow, the absence of the bag leaving me with only four items of clothing total: my skirt, my T-shirt, my socks, and my sneakers. “You ready to get your ass whooped?”

“You wish,” he grinned, realigning the strings of his racket. “You’re going down.”

I picked up my racket and walked to the baseline, the pleated skirt brushing against my skin, hyper-aware that the hem only came down to the top of my thighs, the shape of my butt causing the fabric to hang away from my body slightly. I tried to focus on the game ahead.

"Wanna serve first?" Matt called out from the other side of the net.

“Sure,” I said, picturing myself jumping up in the air to strike the ball, my skirt lifting with me and then being pulled upward by the downward inertia of my movement, revealing…well…it was probably best not to think about it…

I needed to be very careful.

Matt threw me the ball and I bounced it against the floor a few times, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Maybe my lack of bra wasn’t the best idea either, but it was too late to worry about that now. I tossed the ball up, my arm extended high, and as I swung forward, I felt the skirt lift slightly as the back, feeling a quick breeze between my legs.

Shit.

The ball sailed over the net, and Matt returned it with a grunt of effort. I tried to ignore my lack of underwear as we rallied back and forth for a few minutes, the sound of the ball echoing in the enclosed court. With each rally, the sweat began to bead on my forehead and trickle down my chest.

“Nice shot,” Matt said, our rallies turning a little more serious as we finished warming up. "Ready to play for real?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded, pushing my hair back slightly and bending my knees in anticipation of his serve. As I bent forward, I felt the skirt ride up higher than before. The cool air against my bare ass sent a another shiver through me, but it was okay; there was no one behind me to observe.

This time, Matt's serve came fast, and I lunged to return it, stretching my body to the right. My skirt flew up completely, exposing my round pale butt to him for just a second. I felt my face flush as I quickly stood up, pulling the hem down to my thighs and exposing my midriff.

"Uh…nice shot," Matt said. I looked at him but his eyes were on the floor.

Fuck.

He knew.

I was sure of it.

We continued playing, and with Matt now aware I wasn’t wearing panties, I became more aware of my body with every movement. Each time I jumped or bent or reached, I felt my breasts bounce and the skirt lift. I wondered and I worried; just how much of my smooth pussy and round butt was I showing him each time it happened? Why hadn’t he said anything? Maybe he was embarrassed as I was…

And yet, if Matt was embarrassed, he certainly wasn't going easy on me with his shots, repeatedly sending them as wide as he dared, making me lunge and bounce and reach, my little pleated skirt swishing from side to side with each movement, continually threatening to show my friend just how smooth and pretty my pussy really was.

“Out!” I called, watching the ball as it flew past my head and bounced slightly over the line. I walked to where it stopped and bent at the waist to retrieve it, my butt facing him, forgetting myself and then standing quickly when I felt the air between my legs. It lasted for less than a second, but when I turned around, his face was bright red.

Ah. So now he’d seen it.

He swallowed. “Match point.”

“Cool,” I said, moving back to my position behind the baseline, knees bent in anticipation of his serve. Only now I felt a new excitement in our game, an anticipation in my body that had little to do with returning the ball. I looked down at myself casually, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking myself out, and to my embarrassment and arousal, I saw that my nipples were hard.

But not even normal hard. Like…they were really fucking hard; every ridge and gently bump of my areaola projected forward and detailed in high-definition through the thin fabric of my top. I stood quickly, moving to cover myself, before realising how weird that would have looked: clutching my tits with my racket in my hand while waiting for his serve.

"Are you okay to keep playing?" Matt asked.

I could feel his eyes on me, and my puffy pussy lips began to swell with arousal.

Fuck. Why did my body like this so much?

So embarrassing.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly, bending at the knees once more. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look a little–”

“C’mon,” I said. “Serve.”

He did, and this time I jumped higher to return the ball, knowing the impact would make my breasts bounce and my skirt lift higher. Sure enough, I felt the fabric flutter up, exposing more of myself to him. He missed the return, his racket swinging awkwardly. And it was at that moment that I realised I was enjoying this a little too much.

"Is everything okay over there?" I asked, pretending innocence as I stood with my hands on my hips, pushing my chest out.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, adjusting the front of his shorts.

“Uh huh,” I said.

We resumed playing, and now I was being deliberate in my movements. Every lunge, every jump, every stretch was an opportunity to expose myself to him, and the feeling of being so exposed was turning me on more than I expected. My pussy was getting wetter with each point, The power I felt was intoxicating. My embarrassment had turned to lust, and in the heat of the game, my body was starting to make decisions for me.

Matt was struggling too, a fact that I was taking great pleasure in. His serves were weaker, his returns less accurate, and I was winning easily now. My body was slick with sweat, and I wondered if Matt was picturing what itn would be like to fuck me; to see my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body shimmering with sweat as he pushed my legs open wider and–

“Fuck!” I shouted as the ball grazed my racket and flew past me, hitting the back wall and rolling under a small gap. I walked toward it but stopped at the edge of the court. "Oh, shit. It went under."

“Under what?” Matt called from the other side of the court, walking toward the next and resting his arms on it.

“Here,” I said, pointing to the little gap beneath the back board and the wall. “Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

I bent to get it, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I turned to see Matt watching me, silent. I could feel his eyes on my body as I contemplated how to retrieve the ball.

That’s when I realised; I'd have to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

The thought of getting on all fours, with my bare ass and pussy pointing directly at him, made me shiver with pleasure. Was I really going to do it? I looked back at him and smiled, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I lowered myself to the court, positioning myself on my hands and knees, knowing exactly what I was about to show him.

[As always, I’ll put part 2 on reddit if people are interested in hearing it!]

[tiger_kitten_2025]

This was a good find. Thanks for sharing it here. I hope they post more.

[Bucket]

Wow, what a fun story. Really enjoyed enjoyed this, and chapter 2 was great as well. Good stuff.

[Eugene_Oregon]

I love it! A great find

[Buckaroo]

I forgot panties at my tennis lesson… [F] [Part 2]

Sexual
With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I possibly could, giving him one final view before standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

Matt’s face was priceless.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and his skin was crimson; the latter I presumed was more than just the result of the exercise. He wasn't just looking at me, either; he was staring, his gaze fixed on my hips as if he could see right through the thin fabric of the skirt.

I bounced the ball on the court, the sound sharp and loud in the sudden silence. “What?”

“Sarah…” he said. “You know you’re…not…um…” He trailed off.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

He didn't answer. He just stood there, one hand still gripping his racket, the other hanging loosely at his side. And his shorts…oh god, his shorts. They were doing a terrible job of hiding his reaction. The fabric was stretched tight over a very obvious, very hard cock, pointing up and slightly to the left, straining against the material, a clear ridge outlining his length. Seeing it, seeing how hard I had made him, only made me want to push him further.

I walked to the net, my hips swaying with an exaggerated rhythm. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the white tape, knowing the position pushed my ass out behind me. The skirt hem barely covered anything now.

"You seem distracted," I said, my voice low. "Something on your mind?"

His eyes darted from my face down to my chest. "No. I’m good…”

"Good,” I smiled, pretending his erection wasn’t obvious. Pretending I wasn’t thinking about trying to take it all inside me. Pretending I hadn't been thinking about him when I’d been on all fours.

That’s when I came up with my evil plan…

“Wanna work on my backhand?”

"Sure," Matt said. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, what did you want to–"

“I’ll come around,” I said, already starting my journey, my hips swaying. I stopped in front of him and turned my back to him, bending slightly at the waist. "Okay, show me what I'm doing wrong," I said, holding my racket limply.

He took a deep breath, and I watched his chest rise and fall. "Right," he said, his voice a little steadier. "So, you want to stand sideways to the net, like this.”

“I can’t see you,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “Come and show me.”

He moved to stand behind me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat wash over my body. He was close now, and I knew my horniness was taking over.

"Okay," he said, his voice right next to my ear. "Just...relax. Let me guide you."

I sighed with pleasure and felt my legs relax slightly as I backed up into him. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh just above the hem of my skirt. "You're too stiff," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "You need to loosen up."

I leaned back into him further, and for the first time, I felt his hard cock press against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. "Like this?" I asked, my voice breathy.

"Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "Just...like that."

He adjusted his stance, his legs bracketing mine, and I could feel his entire length pressed against me. "Now, when you swing," he continued, his hands still on my hips. "You need to pivot your back foot and rotate your hips. Like this." He guided me through the motion, his hands pushing my hips forward and then around, and I ground my ass back against him, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh," I gasped, feigning surprise. "I see."

I could feel him getting harder, his cock straining against his shorts, pushing between my cheeks. I pressed back against him again, this time with a little more pressure, and I felt him throb.

"Is that right?" I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Am I doing it right?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered, his hands tightening on my hips. "You're a...you're a natural."

I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted him to touch me, to slip his hands under my skirt and feel how wet I was for him.

"Again," he said. "Let's do it again."

I swung the racket again, and as I pivoted, I ground my ass against him fully now, a slow, circular motion that took me from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Sometimes,” I said, my breath coming fast and hot now, my inhibitions far in the metaphorical rear-view mirror. I slowly slid my hands up my thighs, still gyrating my hips, until my fingers reached my pleated skirt. “I just wish someone would show me what to do…”

I continued to lift my hands, taking the skirt with me, slowly pulling it upward, revealing my thighs, my hips, my ass. Suddenly I was naked from the waist down, my body pressed against his.

“Like…” I was breathing heavily now. “Really showed me what to do, you know? Just…took charge of the situation…”

Behind me, I felt Matt pull down his shorts, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was going to get exactly what I deserved…