Rachel’s legs were like jelly as she stepped from the locker room.  Just like that morning, her body had compelled her into a situation of exposure.  But this time there was no chance of staying hidden.  She was going out there on purpose.  Pure horniness compelled her two steps into the pool area then she stopped.  She wanted to turn around and run back into the safety of the locker room.  But she couldn’t move because the intensity of the hormones pulsing through her body.  She recognized the strong sensation in her body.  It was like she was building toward an orgasm.  The only thing she could do was stand there, close her eyes and try to calm down.

The swimmers in the pool were in the middle of a race so fortunately most the attention was on that.  After a few seconds, Rachel was able to open her eyes.  The view around her was enough to pull her back from the edge of release.  This was the first time she had seen the other swimmers in their uniforms.  It was quite a sight.

The swimmers were dressed in everything from string bikinis to what looked like full wet suits, complete with fins and a mask.  The guys had on mostly different size speedos.  She saw a few wearing what looked like a sack over their genitals with a draw string around their waste.  Their butts were completely exposed.  She found two guys wearing a similar uniform to hers.  But they were sitting in the bleachers trying not to be seen.

Some of the girls’ uniforms were pretty revealing too.  She counted three wearing what looked like a 1980’s topless leotard.  But the inner layer was missing leaving their breasts fully exposed.  One was wearing a sports top.  But again the cups were missing; leaving just straps to frame her breasts.

On her third pass, she finally spotted another girl wearing the same “suit” as her.  She was standing against the far wall on the verge of tears.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.  She turned around to leave until she heard Coach Ron’s voice over the loudspeaker.

“These are the final five races.  Next is the butterfly stroke, followed by backstroke and two heats of 100M freestyle.  The top 4 finishers in each freestyle heat will then compete in a final race.  Women’s butterfly contestants, please approach the starting blocks.”

OMG.  Only 5 races left?  Come on girl.  You’ve come too far to give up now.

She had no choice.  She was pretty strong in butterfly and had a good chance at winning the freestyle.  Backstroke was not one of her stronger styles.  But freestyle alone wouldn’t make enough of an impression.  She had to try all the races without even warming up or stretching to even have a chance at making the team.

Reluctantly she began walking towards a starting block.  It was like a bad dream.  With each step, more eyes turned on her.  She could hear whispers and even a couple of whistles, but she just kept walking trying not to make eye contact.

She stepped up on the starting block.  When all the swimmers were in place, she bent over to get in proper position.  Hearing a couple of gasps behind her, her legs again felt weak.  She had to stop thinking about the view she was giving those students.  She had to focus on the task ahead.

BUZZ.  Rachel launched into the water.  The initial shock almost caused her to sink to the bottom.  The weird feeling of the water on her naked skin was almost erotic.  Immediately she moaned underwater and her heart started racing.  Then her mind cleared and she remembered she was in a race.

Her body got back into the butterfly rhythm.  She could hear cheers every time she broke the surface.  But every time she went under, the focus went back to her body.  It was such a strange feeling; the water teasing her nipples.  Her breasts free to slide through the current.

Focus, girl.  Got to get these flipper things worked out.

The cool water finally quenching the heat radiating from between her legs; playing around her most sensitive areas.

No time for that.  Just swim.

She reached the far wall and made the turn…in last place.  But her body was starting to get acclimated to the water and her muscles were getting loose.

If I could just figure out these gloves!  Don’t fight them, try to work with them.

She relaxed her hands and the flippers started working as designed.  She was now in rhythm and swimming like she knew she could, but was running out of pool.

Unfortunately, Rachel was only able to pass one other girl to finish 9^th.  She had worked so long to get to these tryouts.  It was disappointing finish.  But after everything she had been through today to actually make it into the water was exhilarating.  She couldn’t help but smile.

Thankfully, she got to stay in the water for the start of the backstroke.  The only thing more embarrassing than finishing 9^th would be to climb out of the pool and show off her practically naked body dripping wet.

She wasn’t used to shifting styles so quickly, so she did a few backstrokes to get her body ready. When the announcement was made, she got in position in the water.

BUZZ

She performed a perfect starting kick and went right into her stroke.  The first thing she realized with this stroke was how it forced her to thrust her chest out of the water.  Her nipples were exposed to the air and became hard instantly.  But she couldn’t afford to lose focus.  She just looked at the ceiling and kept counting her strokes.

When she reached the turn, she dared to look over and realized she was in first place! 

There must be something magical about these gloves.  I’ve never done this well in the backstroke.

She looked over at where the coaches were seated.  Coach Ron was staring right at her with his mouth open.  She could only image how she looked laying on her back in the water; her breasts pumping up and down with each stroke like pistons.  Coach Ron noticed her looking at him and looked away.

Rachel won the race by 5 lengths.  When she looked up at the timer results, she couldn’t believe it.  She had set a personal best for the backstroke.

Maybe there is something to this suit after all.  Or maybe it’s the exhilaration of being naked.  But who cares!

Next came some men’s races.  Rachel came out of the pool as a winner.  She confidently walked over to the bleachers and sat down.  The other girl in the same suit came over and sat next to her.

“nice race”, she said.

“thanks”

“My name’s Ellie”.  She reached out her hand to shake then remembered her own gloves and almost started crying.

“Rachel.  Nice to meet you.”

Ellie was smaller than Rachel with smaller boobs.  Probably a ‘B’ cup.  She had a clear tan line where a suit should have been and a hairless slit.  Her nipples were hard and there seemed to be in a permanent blush across her chest.

Because of the situation, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a connection, “so what year are you?” she asked.

“Freshman.  I didn’t do too well in my races.  I was too nervous with these new suits and all.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.  Well I hope you make the team.”

“If I don’t, I might sign up to be a team assistant and try again next year.”

“OK. Good luck.”

“You too.”

Ellie got up and headed toward the locker room.  She was nice.  It took a lot of guts to walk out here and show off your body like that.  Rachel sure knew.

The final race was freestyle.  This time Rachel was ready.  She didn’t waste any time jumping out to a big lead and coasting to first place in her heat and a spot in the final.  She was really starting to appreciate the gloves.  While they helped a little in backstroke, they were amazing in freestyle.

In the final, she was able to let go of everything and just swim.  She felt amazing.  Her skin was slipping through the water like a dolphin and the gloves gave her a definite boost.  She touched the wall at least 10 seconds ahead of everyone else.

Even though it was the last race, there was lots of cheering.  The students were hanging around, hoping to hear if they made the team.  When she got out of the pool, lots of other swimmers came up to her along with Coach Ron.

“Great swimming, Rachel.  You just managed to set the fastest High School freestyle time in the state this year.”

“What?!  OMG!”  Rachel was so excited.  She almost started jumping up and down, then thought better of it considering her current state of dress.  That was by far the fastest she had ever raced.

Watching her bare bottom jiggle from excitement, another crazy thought struck Coach Ron.  He had made it this far with crazy stunts.  Could he pull off another one if he acted like it was totally normal?  He knew he shouldn’t do it but couldn’t resist.  He said “Atta girl”, reached back and gave her a congratulatory pat on the butt.  Then he quickly turned and walked back to the announcer’s mic.

Rachel was stunned.  Did Coach Ron just pat her butt?  That may be normal in other sports, but not usually swimmers, and not usually to naked girls.  She started to get offended, but other kids were crowding around her.  She decided she was too happy to care at the moment.  She could deal with that later.

“Attention swimmers” Coach Ron began.  “Thank you for participating.  There were a lot of impressive individual performances today.  The next step is combining them into a competitive team.  Therefore, we will be contacting you tonight using the information provided on your release form if you made the team.  This concludes the tryout.”

As soon as Rachel entered the ladies locker room, Ellie ran up to her and gave her a big hug.  Ellie was still in her “suit” so it was a little awkward.  She could feel Ellie’s stiff little nipples poking into her.  It reminded her how her own nipples must look and feel.  After being exposed and stiff for about an hour, they were starved for attention.  Even a good squeeze would help a little, but a full blown massage was the real cure.  Unfortunately, she could do neither.  Partly because of the gloves but mostly due to the other girls who were coming up to congratulate her.  It would be lewd to do something like that at the moment.  At least she could feel more at home now that other girls were starting to undress and get in the showers.

She spent a long time under a shower processing everything that had just happened.  A personal best in the backstroke and a current year state best in the freestyle.  Surely that was enough to make the team.  But the smile on her face got even bigger when she thought about the looks she got walking out of the locker room.

A rocking performance and a rocking body to go with it.

Just because it was kinda fun showing off doesn’t make you some kind of pervert.  Besides, it is an internationally recognized professional competition uniform.  There was nothing to be ashamed of.

She tried to rationalize it.  But deep down, she kind of liked how the uniform had given her the pretense to expose her body like that.

Rachel was so lost in thought, she failed to realize how embarrassing her situation was about to become …TO BE CONTINUED