Embarrassed Naked Volleyball Girl – Part 2 [ENF] [Public Nudity]

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Few words were issued between Jo and Yvette during their preparations for the first afternoon game, the climate was as icy as it could be under the sun bleached sky. Yvette had spent her time chatting to some of the other players, steering clear of Jo’s gaze. Finally they took to the sand.

As Jo stepped into the court she noticed how it was filling up, the stands were now nearly half full as they were drawing closer to the knockout stages.

The competitors had two chairs each to sit on, either side of the umpire’s chair, the chairs surrounded on three sides with a 6 foot windbreak, and now after some comments on the heat, a further piece of canvas had been slung over the top of each one, so each team had their own shelter, open only to the court side.

Yvette had walked on ahead leaving Jo standing momentarily at the entrance to the court, she was carrying their bags and she dropped them there, at the entrance, taking only the water, she followed Yvette’s curvy form packed into the tight uniform, to the chairs.

Yvette sat down turning to face Jo as she arrived under the canvas.

“Where are our bags?”

“You don’t need makeup to play volleyball.”

Jo sat and placed her feet in the bowl which had been left under her chair, then used a little of the water to wash the sand from her feet. Looking out straight ahead, she could see the stand opposite, the seats were elevated, they started above a sponsor’s hoarding, some ten feet in height, so anyone sitting, even in the front row, would be looking down to where Jo sat.

The canvas sheet above her was loose, and flapped over the shelter entrance, obscuring the upper seats. A little tug forward and it would hang down, only their feet would be on view to the spectators.

It was not long before the umpire arrived, took to his chair and they were under way. Yvette took to the court, Jo followed, pulling the canvas gently forward as she stepped out.

In spite of the tension between them they got off to a good start and were up at the first switch of ends 5-2. As a concession to the heat the players were allowed a short break after every second switch and so Jo sat alongside Yvette under the shelter 9-5 ahead.

Jo ran her hands down her long legs, brushed the sand off as best she could, it clinging with the perspiration and she looked over at Yvette who was drinking from one of their bottles. Jo looked ahead, the opening through the gap was clear, there was no-one at court level directly ahead. Her heart was beating, solidly, quickly, due to the game, but now it beat just a bit faster, she grabbed her top and pulled it off.

“What are you doing?” Yvette spat out her water.

Jo gave an appearance of calm as she placed the top over the bowl and rinsed it with her own bottle.

“You haven’t played in many of these tournaments, Yvette, but when the weather is this hot you have to do this or the sand will burn your skin.”

Jo left her top in the bowl and leant back. She could feel a tingle of excitement along her spine.

Yvette was looking around.

After a few moments of silence the umpire’s whistle blew from above and Jo picked up her top, put it back over her head, and stepped back out. Yvette had to shake herself out of her state of surprise in order to follow her.

They played well through the next two switches, Yvette had restarted poorly, but Jo was feeling good and had more than made up for it.

They took their chairs 17-11 ahead.

Yvette sat down expectantly.

Jo once again took a breath, slid her damp top over her head and placed it in the bowl. Yvette was watching her. Jo casually checked out ahead of her, the line judges sat at the ends, and no-one else was allowed at court level so it was unlikely anyone would be there. Then she slid her hands down her sides ran her thumbs into her bottoms and slid them to her feet before flipping them in the bowl.

Yvette sat to Jo’s right, mouth open, running her eyes up and down over every inch of her naked partner, who was leaning back casually brushing sand from her forehead and out of her dark, tangled hair.

Jo could feel her eyes all over her and it thrilled her.

“You definitely do not want to get burnt down there, Yvette, you’ll feel it for weeks, and some girls even get scars.”

Jo shut her eyes and relaxed. She pictured all the people in the stands around her, only a few yards away, she ran a hand down over her breasts and her flat stomach, it may have looked like she was brushing away sand but she was dying to feel herself. She wanted to do it right here in front of Yvette, but she had to stop herself, that was not the point.

The whistle blew and made her jump, she just managed to stop herself snatching for her costume, and made it look casual enough as she put her clothes back on and took to the court. Yvette trailed her into the sun, not sure if she should believe what she had just seen.

Jo was high now, adrenalin surging and she almost single-handedly put the first set away, they returned to the shelter 21-13 winners.

Yvette was first inside, Jo checked the position of the canvas cover before she too entered. With the set won, Jo knew the break would be longer.

As before, Jo removed her top, rinsed it with a little water and placed it in the bowl, she was shaking a little, but she held her nerve and again ran her bottoms down over her thighs and they joined her top, slowly soaking.

Jo smiled to herself, it actually was a good idea to cool her costume this way, she laughed, she should do this all the time.

Yvette sat, uncomfortably, next to her. Jo’s athletic, nude body was off putting enough, but her partner’s words were also nagging at her. Her costume felt itchy all over and she began to wonder.

A few moments passed. Jo could see Yvette looking at the bowl. She rubbed her arms, she shifted in her chair. Jo watched out of the corner of her eye. Yvette raised her hands to her top, she lifted it out, pulled it away from her breasts, so it lost their shape, then she held it there, looked over at Jo. Jo catching as much of her partner as she could without being too obvious. Was it possible Yvette was going to go for it? The thought of a naked Yvette was raising the temperature.

The umpire’s whistle went.

Yvette released her top and sprang forward.

Jo exhaled. It was a good thing she was soaking her shorts in the bowl. They would be getting soaked anyway.

Jo dressed and followed her partner out.

The second set started pretty even. Yvette was clearly not concentrating, although Jo felt fantastic and was playing better than ever, she nearly made up for it. They returned to their shelter 6-8 down.

Jo removed her clothes. It was getting easier now.

And then she waited.

Yvette looked outside, there was no-one in front of the shelter, then she bent right down, she was looking out from under the canvas, seeing how far down she had to go before she could see the first row of spectators.

As she leant, Jo opened her legs so Yvette’s hair brushed the outside of her thigh when she lifted her head back up. Jo’s body pulsed with excitement.

Yvette took a last look at Jo and then lifted her own top over her head and proceeded to carefully rinse it, nervously looking at the canvas opening. The whistle went and Yvette whipped her top back on.

Play resumed.

The tide turned, Yvette seemed more relaxed and they sat back down 16-12 ahead.

Once again Jo stripped. Jo was enjoying it now. Hundreds of people surrounded her, and here she was naked, dripping with sweat and virtually fingering herself. Her nipples were hard if Yvette had not noticed.

Yvette took her top off and it hit the bowl.

They reconvened and won the set convincingly. 1-0 winners, with one game to go.

Jo left the court to collect their bags, Yvette followed.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jo could have been referring to the coolness of the uniforms.

But she wasn’t.

Yvette nodded in agreement. Wetting the costumes did after all seem a practical thing to do.

As the other games progressed Jo sat in the stands. As the other players returned to the little canvas huts she pictured them stripping naked. She wondered if she could make it to the next game without finding a quiet spot to bring herself off. The crowd was packing out now, maybe a third of the stands remained to be filled.

Jo took a long cool drink. She would be back in action soon enough.

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