Cheerleading Mishap II
After their successful charity event last term, the rugby team asked my cheerleading team back again. As before, they were playing in just their pants and wanted us to cheer in bikinis. According to our team captain, they not only requested me by name but asked for my measurements as well. I wasn't certain if she was pulling my leg, but found it both flattering and ominous!
Determined to avoid a repeat of last year’s mishap, I bought the sturdiest athletic bikini I could find. At the shop I was doing jumping jacks and back flips and every stretch I could think of to ensure it was up to any challenge. I also made sure I had bases that I could trust to catch me!
When we arrived at the game and started warming up, the whole rugby team came running over and one of them handed me this very slim gift-wrapped box and said, “We want to thank you for making last year’s event so memorable.” Everyone had a good laugh at that!
I opened it up and it was this little white string bikini with their team logo printed on the top’s triangles. It was very cute and extremely sweet of them, but sooooooo tiny! I’m not sure if it would count as a micro-bikini but it came as close as anything I’d ever seen in person. And the bottom wasn't even a thong, more like a g-string!
Everyone was laughing and I was blushing and saying thank you as I closed the box, but the guys were saying, “no, you have to put it on!” And I’m literally trembling, saying, “no, no, I can’t cheer in this!” The rugby guys seemed very disappointed and my friends gave me a guilt trip. “Come on, they put so much work into it,” someone said. “You at least have to put it on and model it for them even if you’re not going to cheer in it.”
So I walked off across the field to get changed in my friend’s car, which was quite awkward what with people arriving for the game. I had to keep huddling into a ball in the floor of the backseat whenever someone walked by. Once I had it on, I spent a while studying how it looked in the mirror, seeing how much skin I was exposing and where. I had to stretch the top a bit in order to keep both nipples covered and the bottom was cut so low that...well... let's just say I'm glad I was freshly waxed down there!
Summoning all of my courage, I got out of the car and walked back fairly slowly because I was worried that if I moved too quickly something would pop out. I guess I was in the car longer than I thought because when I was halfway across, the referee blew his whistle and the teams took the field. I had to run to get out of the way, jiggling with every step.
All these cute bare-chested rugby guys were applauding and asking me spin around, but my cheer team was already in place and yelling for me to get into position. I shook my head and told them, “No, I’m not cheering in this,” but they dragged me over and told me I could change later after our initial routine, so I double-****ted all the strings and hoped for the best.
We began by somersaulting into place and my arse just felt totally naked. Then we did a bunch of straddle jumps and my tits were bouncing around like crazy. The people in the stands loved it. I was already feeling crazy exposed and we hadn’t even done the lift yet!
My bases expertly vaulted me up into an extension (holding me above their heads, balanced on one foot with my hands in the air), but as I lifted my left foot up over my head, I could feel that tiny triangle of fabric over my pussy sliding out of place. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do except try not to think about what people were seeing as I held that position!
Still in the air, I lowered my left leg and curled it back behind me into a scorpion pose and flung my arms back to grab my toes. In my nervous state, I guess I must have done it too fast or hard because as I arched my back that stupid little bikini top just tore open right in the center and my tits popped out for everyone to see!
It was awful and I couldn’t even cover myself because if I changed position unexpectedly, my weight would shift and my bases might accidentally drop me. I saw phones going up as probably dozens of pictures were snapped. I was so freaked out that I almost unlocked the leg that was supporting me which would have caused a terrible fall. My face was bright red, but I carried on as best I could, knowing I’d be on the ground shortly.
Finally, they tossed me into the air, tits wobbling, and then caught me and set me down. As soon as I felt the grass beneath my feet I covered my breasts and ran off to grab the team captain’s coat. The crowd was cheering wildly and the players were laughing hysterically as I ran away to change back into my other bikini.
Ugh…. Two years in a row. My bad reputation is thoroughly established. So embarrassing!
(If you're really curious about the bikini, send me a pm.)
Determined to avoid a repeat of last year’s mishap, I bought the sturdiest athletic bikini I could find. At the shop I was doing jumping jacks and back flips and every stretch I could think of to ensure it was up to any challenge. I also made sure I had bases that I could trust to catch me!
When we arrived at the game and started warming up, the whole rugby team came running over and one of them handed me this very slim gift-wrapped box and said, “We want to thank you for making last year’s event so memorable.” Everyone had a good laugh at that!
I opened it up and it was this little white string bikini with their team logo printed on the top’s triangles. It was very cute and extremely sweet of them, but sooooooo tiny! I’m not sure if it would count as a micro-bikini but it came as close as anything I’d ever seen in person. And the bottom wasn't even a thong, more like a g-string!
Everyone was laughing and I was blushing and saying thank you as I closed the box, but the guys were saying, “no, you have to put it on!” And I’m literally trembling, saying, “no, no, I can’t cheer in this!” The rugby guys seemed very disappointed and my friends gave me a guilt trip. “Come on, they put so much work into it,” someone said. “You at least have to put it on and model it for them even if you’re not going to cheer in it.”
So I walked off across the field to get changed in my friend’s car, which was quite awkward what with people arriving for the game. I had to keep huddling into a ball in the floor of the backseat whenever someone walked by. Once I had it on, I spent a while studying how it looked in the mirror, seeing how much skin I was exposing and where. I had to stretch the top a bit in order to keep both nipples covered and the bottom was cut so low that...well... let's just say I'm glad I was freshly waxed down there!
Summoning all of my courage, I got out of the car and walked back fairly slowly because I was worried that if I moved too quickly something would pop out. I guess I was in the car longer than I thought because when I was halfway across, the referee blew his whistle and the teams took the field. I had to run to get out of the way, jiggling with every step.
All these cute bare-chested rugby guys were applauding and asking me spin around, but my cheer team was already in place and yelling for me to get into position. I shook my head and told them, “No, I’m not cheering in this,” but they dragged me over and told me I could change later after our initial routine, so I double-****ted all the strings and hoped for the best.
We began by somersaulting into place and my arse just felt totally naked. Then we did a bunch of straddle jumps and my tits were bouncing around like crazy. The people in the stands loved it. I was already feeling crazy exposed and we hadn’t even done the lift yet!
My bases expertly vaulted me up into an extension (holding me above their heads, balanced on one foot with my hands in the air), but as I lifted my left foot up over my head, I could feel that tiny triangle of fabric over my pussy sliding out of place. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do except try not to think about what people were seeing as I held that position!
Still in the air, I lowered my left leg and curled it back behind me into a scorpion pose and flung my arms back to grab my toes. In my nervous state, I guess I must have done it too fast or hard because as I arched my back that stupid little bikini top just tore open right in the center and my tits popped out for everyone to see!
It was awful and I couldn’t even cover myself because if I changed position unexpectedly, my weight would shift and my bases might accidentally drop me. I saw phones going up as probably dozens of pictures were snapped. I was so freaked out that I almost unlocked the leg that was supporting me which would have caused a terrible fall. My face was bright red, but I carried on as best I could, knowing I’d be on the ground shortly.
Finally, they tossed me into the air, tits wobbling, and then caught me and set me down. As soon as I felt the grass beneath my feet I covered my breasts and ran off to grab the team captain’s coat. The crowd was cheering wildly and the players were laughing hysterically as I ran away to change back into my other bikini.
Ugh…. Two years in a row. My bad reputation is thoroughly established. So embarrassing!
(If you're really curious about the bikini, send me a pm.)
9年前
