Uniform adjustments

“Oh my gawd! You are horrible, Johnny boy…” my teammate announced for the hundredth time. We had just lost the second set without putting a single point of our own. I was caught staring the sexy women on more than one occasion but I was just not in the same tier as these women.

“I’m sorry but I have never played this before,” I say gasping for air and not realizing how much running around is involved tennis. We watched my girlfriend and her other friend high five in celebration.

“Bring it in, stud…I have a way I think we can comeback,” she said as I got closer. “You willing to win?”

“Absolutely! I’m not sure if there…” is all I could say before having my pants around my ankle while my erection was quickly hardening before anyone’s eyes.

“Oh my gawd! What are you doing?” I screamed out as I looked towards my girlfriend, who was approaching the net. My legs were being lifted out of the shorts and eventually I was bottomless with a shirt that could not be pulled down despite my efforts to hide my nudity.

“If we manage to win, you can get these back. Call it a motivating factor,” she said while spinning it around her finger and then shoving it in her bag.

“I can’t play like this,” I say to her as she walks back to rub my glistening tip. I groan as the women chuckle at my bottomless state.

“Good then just stand there and distract them with that glorious dick. I know I’m gonna have my own trouble but luckily I’ll just see that sexy ass,” she says giving my sweaty cheek a resounding slap. I watched her walk up to my girlfriend and their other friend as she said, “He was complaining about the shorts so we just took them off. Hope you ladies don’t mind,” she said as they chuckled while giving no complaints and she walked back with the tennis ball. She threw me the ball and said, “Your serving, stud muffin. Make sure that thing shakes all around.”