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 ï>¿Such A Tease

   When I was in high school I discovered how much I enjoy being nude.  My
mom's work schedule meant that I was usually home alone--she'd leave a
little before I'd get home and wouldn't return until after I was in bed. 
So I'd come home, strip, and go about my business--homework, maybe a swim
in the pool, preparing dinner, watching TV--all naked.  Then I'd get ready
for bed and, ironically, put my PJ's on as I climbed into bed.  My mom's
pretty conservative and I didn't want her to find out about my nudist ways
as I was afraid she wouldn't approve.

   Another thing happened while I was in high school.  That's when I
discovered that I am "hot." That sounds a little conceited, so let me
explain.  I was always kind of the awkward girl growing up.  I was taller
than all of my friends.  I, of course, wanted to do the girly things my
friends did, like dance and gymnastics, but I was less coordinated at them
than everyone else.  I was also the girl in my class to start developing,
so I was always getting my bra snapped by the boys and teased because I had
big boobs.

   In high school, I discovered my sport--volleyball.  As it was a fall
sport, we'd start practicing in August and since our gym didn't have air
conditioning it would often get pretty hot, prompting most of the team to
practice in only our short spandex shorts and sports bras.  Since I lived
close to the school, I'd often jog to practice and wouldn't bother bringing
any extra clothes with me.

   One day a bunch of the team decided to go to McDonald's after practice
and I decided to go with them, despite the fact that I didn't have even a
t-shirt to put over my sports bra.  It didn't really bother me--after all,
you see women out jogging in sports bras all the time.  So we got to the
restaurant and one of my friends pointed out that two guys were following
my every move.  Everyone seemed disgusted by these guys, so I played along,
but secretly I was enjoying the attention and was even a little turned on
by it.

   I wasn't sure if the guys were attracted to me or just the fact that I
was wearing a sports bra, so I decided to do some testing.  That weekend my
mom happened to go out of town for work, so I decided to test things out
and decided to head to the mall in a pair of short shorts and, if I
remember correctly, a belly-revealing tank top with no bra.  I wasn't
dressed overly skimpy, just different enough to draw attention from anyone
paying attention.  It didn't take long for me to notice that I was being
noticed and that turned out to be a huge turn-on.  It also didn't take long
for me to realize that I could use my features--ample cleavage, long legs
in short shorts/dresses/skirts, and overall toned body--to get my way
almost all the time.

   So maybe it was just my teenage cry for attention since my mom was never
around, but I quickly decided that I could easily combine my preference for
nudity in private and my enjoyment of getting attention and getting my way
in public.  By college I had adopted the philosophy of "nude or almost
nude," meaning that I would be nude whenever it was acceptable to do so
and, when not, I'd wear only the minimal amount of clothes necessary to be
comfortable and "decent." That meant that I quickly abandoned wearing
anything bulky unless it was cold and all but stopped wearing bras and
panties unless it was...well...you know.

   I now work in a very male-dominated industry.  The small company where I
work is very casual, so I can get away with wearing skimpy sundresses all
summer (that's when I'm not working, buck naked, from home, which I do for
most of the summer).  It is no coincidence either that one strap of that
sundress just happens to fall off my shoulder while I'm asking my boss to
approve something.  As one of just two women in the company, I know I can
work my femininity to get my way and I'm not ashamed to do it.  Its a huge
turn on to know that I have that kind of power and that it was my boobs,
legs, and bare shoulders that got me my way.  A turn on that often leads me
back to my office to remind myself, under the protection of my desk, of one
of the reasons why I don't bother with panties...