Bottomless 1 (1)
All my classes are done, and it's evening after the sun's gone down. Yeji headed out for a date, leaving the room empty, so I'm standing in front of the mirror. The reflection shows a woman in a black boxy T-shirt, her white legs fully on display. The shirt's almost dress-length, covering my thighs just a bit, but it's still a T-shirt—the hem hovering way closer to my groin than my knees. It was meant to pair with short shorts for that bottomless fashion look. Shorter than I expected... But that's not bad. Because today, I'm aiming for true bottomless.
The top is a plain-front boxy tee with long lettering across the back: a red box claiming FBI copyright protection, covered in tiny white letters that span my entire back. Anyone who's seen those videos would know it instantly—their eyes would snag on me for sure. ...I bought it specially for a day like this.
Below that, just a single pair of white panties. I usually go for colored ones more often, but with the black top, white seemed like it'd pop even more if it peeked out. So fucking slutty... Every time I twist in front of the mirror, the length feels perilously short. Raise my arms even a little, and the white fabric teases into view. Bend at the waist, and I'd flash my panties to everyone behind me. That's why I love it. My chest tightens with tension—the feeling I crave.
I open the door and step into the hall. No outside light seeps in, so the corridor's dim and murky, each section flickering on like stage lights as I advance. Bathed in that glow, my mood starts to soar. My heartbeat quickens, the thrilling squeeze in my chest feels so good. Unlike other days, the air between my legs feels unusually cool and exposed. Up till now, even my riskiest outfits included a skirt, but today there's nothing on my legs. Even at the mall when I cut the flare skirt to flash my panties, it wasn't like this. Back then, I could at least pretend to be dressed normally if I stayed still—but now it's way shorter, no question. And no mask to hide my face today...
The building isn't empty. Tilt my head, and I hear a guy shouting faintly in the distance; right outside the glass door ahead, people are lingering. My hand rests on the front door handle. Step out, and it's unmistakably outside. I've never left the dorm underdressed before. The undressing happened outdoors, sure—but I always started normal. Not today.
My heart's pounding nonstop, and wetness slicks between my legs. "Huuuuh..." I exhale long and hard, gripping the handle to shove the door open.
A cool breeze whispers straight between my thighs. Faint cigarette smoke rides the wind. A few guys are smoking at the gazebo just off the dorm entrance, keeping awkward distances like strangers. My heart thuds harder. I have to pass them to get out.
I tug the T-shirt hem down as far as it'll go. At this hour, they're probably dorm residents—if I'm not careful, I could get spotted and rumors could spread. But even if that happens... it wouldn't be so bad.
Excitement surges with every step, fogging my head. I'm close enough now to make out their faces clearly. Thank god, no one I know. What if it were department guys...? I'm the only girl in engineering—they're always chatting me up over nothing. If they were here, they might've struck up a conversation while I stood bottomless. Haa, my panties are soaked... Feels cold every time I move.
As I near the gazebo—prime smoking spot—their gazes lock on me one by one. Glancing at passersby is normal, but today those eyes don't drift away. Too much leg on show? Even I can see my white skin gleaming right up to the risky edge of my thighs. But people lounge around the dorm entrance casually, right? Sleep pants to the campus convenience store aren't uncommon. I wear dresses to bed, so this could pass as pajamas. I push aside how it's too short for outdoors—and how there's nothing underneath.
With every eye on me, a twisted satisfaction blooms deep in my chest. I know, I'm a total perv dressing like this. Don't look away—stare at my legs all you want...
I don't stop, slipping past the guys with their smokes naturally, putting distance between us. Want to flash my panties right now... My legs part wider than usual, not awkwardly so, but definitely more than my normal stride. It might ride up, might not—but the risk electrifies my core. Did they just see legs? Or deeper? I have no clue. No one gasps in shock.
The razor-edge tension draws hot breaths from me. At last, the downhill path unfolds ahead, pulling me away from the crowd.
Pitch-black descent, no streetlights. Distant buildings sparkle with city lights, but the path before me is inky void—you couldn't see a step ahead. That imbalance tugs at me. Like my whole deal so far: an undeniable perv, but too chicken for outright lewdness in plain sight.
Glance back—the smokers are hidden by trees. The smoke reaches me, so I know they're there... but out of sight. No one ahead, either. ...Looks empty. So maybe I can push it further...?
I toy with the hem. Fear creeps in—what if someone's there? But turning back now would suck. It's so dark anyway; nothing shows. If you can't see me, how could they? The up-slope breeze chills my legs, swirling away behind me. I ditch the hesitation, hiking the fabric up. White panties gleam in the open air, surveying the neighborhood.
See it all, please. I came out bottomless just to show off. Filthy satisfaction floods my body. These pervy acts feel so damn good. The panty crotch feels coolest—drenched from arousal, no doubt. Love getting wet outside...
Holding the hem high, I keep descending. The steep slope makes my stance wobbly, but I can't let go. This awkward, lewd pose outdoors has me buzzing.
Then, distant drag of slippers on pavement. I yank the hem down fast—too far, and I feel the back shorten. But on a downhill, prioritize the front or it'll flash... Walking a bit, showing more back instead, the dim figure draws nearer. Too dark for details, but no familiar face or build. Not someone I know, thank god... Still, flashing a stranger's the same bad idea.
A twinge of disappointment mixes with fresh thrill. Conflicting feelings war inside. Would feel so good if he saw. Why does the danger turn me on this much? Wish he'd catch me—then I could show freely.No, can't risk it. Feels good, sure, but not worth the danger.
The guy climbing from below matches my guess—not an acquaintance. Unknown dude, convenience store bag dangling from his wrist, huffing up the hill. His eyes flick to me, rake down my legs like a tongue, then snap away. Look all you want. But he doesn't glance back. Feels deliberate, like the front's too risky...
I wait till he passes, then tug the front down—but it chokes my neck, so I grab the hem higher, right over my ass. It catches at my waist, fully baring the back of my panties. Huu, if he turns now, he'll see. But people don't usually look back, so it'll be fine.
"Huk."
A foot stumbles behind me. I don't turn. My inner thighs grow slicker.