Chapter 18: Pool Party Part 2

The eight team members lazed around in the shade after lunch and chatted the time away.

As the conversation waned, Sam said, “Hey, I’ve never seen your tennis court, Cindy. Let’s take a look.”

“Follow me.” Cindy said and led them to a far corner of the property. The tennis court was bordered on two sides with tall hedges. There was a small shed next to it for equipment storage. You could see the court from the house but not from anywhere else.

Becky walked to the center of the court. “Wow, it’s isolated back here.” With that, Becky pulled her pool cover-up to her neck, exposing her naked body to her teammates and then quickly dropped it.

This was greeted with squeals and cheers.

Amy turned to the others. “Did everyone bring their cheeky panties?”

Nay reacted, “You didn’t tell us to ... but I did!” And she smirked.

Cindy grabbed a tennis ball and threw it at her. They all laughed and admitted they had brought their revealing panties.

Cindy told them, “Let’s head back to the house and put our tennis uniforms on with the ‘special’ panties. I have an idea!”

This was greeted with an “Ooooooh!” from the others and they all raced to the house. Becky stripped off her cover-up and streaked naked ahead of the rest. The others all joined in taking their cover-ups off and removing their bathing suit tops if they still had them on.

When they got back to the tennis court, they were horsing around flipping the backs of their teammates skirts to expose their semi-bare ass cheeks. Cindy went into the shed and came out with some video equipment. She began to set it up behind one of the baselines and at the net facing the other camera.

They all stood watching and Heather finally asked, “So what’s with the video setup, Cindy?”

Chewing on her lip and concentrating on aligning the angle, Cindy answered, “This is the equipment we use for video study of our lessons. I figured we could use it to see just how exposed we would actually be wearing the cheekie panties.”

“Or less than the cheekie panties” Sam whispered to Amy. Amy snorted.

Cindy stood up and looked at the monitor on the side of the court. “Becky, please go stand on the baseline where you would serve.”

Becky walked to her spot and curtseyed at her teammates. They all giggled and then crowded around the monitor. The camera behind Becky had her entire back. The camera at the net had her entire front.

Cindy bent down and opened a package of memory cards and inserted one into the recording device. She stood up and waved Becky over. When they were all back together, Cindy explained that not only would the system capture video but it would also allow for capturing hi-resolution frame grabs. “I should be able to give you each some souvenir photos!”

Cindy said, “Let’s play Queen of the Court*. The challenger will be on the camera side of the court and the Queen on the other. That way we will rotate through where the camera is with each new challenger. The challenger will always serve.”

They all agreed and Cindy volunteered to be the first on video. Sam went to the other court. When Cindy got in position, she lifted her tennis skirt both front and back. They all looked at her a bit confused.

“This way, we can compare what happens during play to what the maximum ‘up-skirt’ exposure would be.”

Understanding dawned on their faces and Cindy served. If there had been any thought to “posing” during play it was quickly forgotten as the team member’s competitive fire took over. After two rounds through they took a break to take a look at the video. The video was mostly useful as a training aid and the team almost forgot the real reason for the setup. Then, Heather jumped to hit a backhand on the video and Cindy froze the shot. The net camera caught her as she started down from the jump and the front of her skirt had flipped up.

“If I didn’t have the cheekies on, that would be a great shot of my bush!” Heather exclaimed.

There were several great shots of asses from the baseline camera when the challenger served. In fact, Sam remarked that “There are several naughty-magazine worthy shots there.” Cindy jumped forward to each serve and was able to get a good ass-shot of each of them and saved them to a folder on a second memory card.

“Time for the second round!” Maddie said, and they lined up. After another two cycles through all eight, they gathered to look at the videos again. This time, there were several shots that would have been perfect bush action shots. They all remarked that they hadn’t been trying to flash the cameras and the pictures were organic. Cindy saved several from this round to the folder on the second memory card and put a fresh card in the device.

Becky looked nervously around and said, “Is it ok if I play without panties on?”

Sam squealed and hugged her and said, “I thought no one would ever ask. Our resident exhibitionist comes through!”

Truth be told,” Maddie said, “she’s our foremost exhibitionist. We can all lay claim to that label given the things we’ve gotten away with.”

This was greeted with nods and sounds of agreement. They all started laughing when all of them simultaneously stripped out of their cheekies and prepared to play bare-assed. Amy said, “This was Becky’s idea and it is Cindy’s house so they should have the right to go first.”

Cindy started the video recording and they took the court. Becky lifted her skirt front and back and said to the team “For the camera.” And got ready to serve.

These two rounds were greeted with hoots and laugher from the six watching from the sideline waiting their turn. At one point Nay tumbled and all of her goodies were exposed which resulted in shrieks of laughter once they determined she hadn’t hurt herself.

When Becky came off the court and was last in line for her next turn, she texted her brother.

Becky: Hey bro, how’s the tournament?

Tommy: Hey sexy sis, there are more people than they expected so there is more downtime between matches than we expected so I’m scrolling while I wait for my next turn.

Becky: Have you seen Cindy’s brother Mark?

Tommy: Yeah, he’s here. We are in parallel divisions so we won’t play each other and have had pretty much the same schedule of playing and waiting.

Becky: Are you two hanging out?

Tommy: More or less. We already knew each other. Can I ask a naughty question?

Becky: Go ahead

Tommy: Any skinny dipping yet?

Becky: We played volleyball bottomless after Cindy’s parents and Mark left earlier.

Tommy: Wow. Mark mentioned he watched you guys play for a while from the kitchen before he left. He also mentioned one of you was in danger of losing her bottom. It slid down so that half her ass was showing every once in a while.

Becky: That was me! Now I’m blushing!

Tommy: He said he only got brief glimpses because the water was deep enough that from your hips down you were under water.

Becky: That’s one of the reasons we weren’t completely daring when we played bottomless once it was just us.

Tommy: Are you in the pool now?

Becky: No, we are playing tennis.

Tommy: Naked? 🤪

Becky: LOL. No, bottomless. But we have our tennis skirts on.

Tommy: REALLY?!?!?!?!

Becky: Yes

Tommy: Moan. What I wouldn’t give to watch that.

Becky: Careful. I might hold you to a payment if I happened to bring home a picture!

Tommy: 😳

Becky: Ha!

Tommy: Ope. Gotta go. Later (I hope)

Becky: Good luck!

Becky sat back and thought about her tentative offer of a picture. What might she be able to wheedle out of Tommy? Then it was her turn and she took to the court.

After everyone had three turns they crowded around the monitor again. Cindy was able to capture several more great shots of skin being flashed to the save folder. She even saved some video that would make a great slow motion tease. There were several bush shots that had them all ooohing and aaaahing.

It was getting close to dinner and Sam gathered the nerve to push it farther. “Can we play without skirts now?”

“That won’t leave much to the imagination.” Amy said.

“I’m going for the personal thrill. The pictures will be icing on the cake. I’m ok if someone uses her veto, if she so desires. No hard feelings. Honest.”

“Let’s do a roll call.” Cindy said.

“Amy?” “Yes”

“Heather?” “Yes”

“Nay?” “Come back to me.”

“Callie?” “Yes”

“Becky?” “Yes”

“Maddie?” “Yes”

“Sam?” “Yes”

“Ok Nay?” Nay sighed. “I don’t to stop anyone else from doing it. I’m not sure yet. I’ll go to the back of the line and when it is my turn to play, I’ll enter the court with or without my skirt. Is that OK?”

Everyone nodded and smiled. “You bet.”

Cindy and Becky were first on the court. The other six were cheering them on like it was a grand slam final. They each in turn took the court and were red-faced both due to being bare-assed and putting the effort in to win. When it came to be Nay’s turn she stripped off her skirt and joined the bottomless fun. The other seven cheered and the game continued. Heather made the suggestion that they play doubles to round it out and get more court time. All agreed and they spent the last half hour with four bare-assed players on the court at a time.

Callie cried “Uncle! I have to stop.” And the rest agreed.

Maddie chimed in. “Before we leave the court, let’s line up at the net and face the camera for five seconds and then face away from the camera for five seconds. Cindy might be able to get a good still picture for us.”

No one said a word as they filed onto the court. After a bout five seconds they did an about-face and showed their asses to the camera. Then they filed off. They put their skirts back on but did not bother with the cheekies and helped Cindy put the video equipment away. Cindy counted and re-counted the memory cards to make sure all were accounted for.

Amy sidled up to Becky and said so only Becky could hear: “Is anyone’s brother going to see any of her pictures from this afternoon?”

Becky punched Amy in the arm and said, “It depends on what he’s willing to pay to see them!”

Amy smirked. “Let me know. I may let him see some of mine!”

Becky gasped. “I’d be interested to know what it would take.”

Amy laughed. “I wonder what he’d offer if I told him he could have some pictures for his ‘spank-bank’!