I pulled my truck around behind the Junior College where I teach and parked next to the cheer/dance room.
I teach Sophomore History at High County Junior College in Texas. I enjoy being a part of the life of the school. During football season, I meet up with a couple of the young men and we transport our Cougar mascot statue to the football games. The guys met me earlier and we put the mascot into the box trailer. The guys would meet me at the stadium later.
At last week's game, the cheer coach had asked me to help her by hauling equipment for the squad. We would both be going to the same location, so I agreed. I had no idea of all of the fringe benefits that would arise from this cooperation.
I took a last sip of my Dr Pepper and stepped out into the humidity that we face in coastal Texas during the early part of football season. I knocked on the cheer room door and waited for someone to open it.
"Who is it?" I heard a female voice ask from behind the door.
"It's Mr. Davis," I responded.
"Man coming in!" I heard the voice scream out.
I shook my head as the door opened and I walked in. The adjustment from the bright sunlight to the dark and air-conditioned room took a few seconds. As my eyes adjusted, I couldn't believe the sight I saw.
Spankies, sports bras, and ponytails. Cleavage, from both breasts and butts were on display for all to see. Well, for all of the girls it was no big deal. I was a man in the room though. However, I'm learning that cheerleaders have no shame. Wait, let me correct that. Cheerleaders, gymnasts, dancers, volleyball players, etc, have no shame. The uniforms just don't allow for it.
Grab a young woman in a short tight skirt from the crowd in a football stadium and have her pull her foot above her head and it would be both sexy and obscene. Put the same girl in a cheer uniform and she'll hold that pose for minutes without a problem.
Had I walked into a dressing room at a clothing store, I would have been met by screams from women wearing the exact same items, but in this case I was met by smiles and warm greetings.
Coach Kacey walked up to me and said, "Oh great! You made it. Thanks for coming early." She was wearing her usual outfit, which just barely separated her from her squad. Soffee shorts with "Coach" across the rear and her cheer coach t-shirt.
"Sure. No prob," I replied. "What's up?"
"You've got the trailer, right?" she asked.
"Yep," I replied. "Bob's all loaded and ready to go." Bob is the Cougar mascot's name. I don't know why.
"Kyla should have told you," she said with a smile. "I need something big slid in. Follow me."
In that outfit, I'd follow her anywhere. She headed toward the hall door but turned to the girls and said, "You've got fifteen minutes. Be ready to load up and go."
I followed her out the door into the hall. She turned left and walked about fifteen feet to a storage room door. She took her keys and opened the door and walked in. I followed her into the dark room.
"Get the lights," she said as she walked inside. The door was already closing as I fumbled for the light switch on the wall. I turned it on and appraised the situation. It was a typical storage room for a school. A few broken desks and old filing cabinets stacked against and on top of each other. There were some folding tables, and office furniture which included a desk chair and a small sofa that had seen better days.
Kacey pointed to one of the 8 foot folding tables. "We need one of these loaded on the trailer, please." She said.
"No problem, " I replied. I walked over to it. It had some weight, but I slid it on the floor toward the door.
"Wait," Kacey said quickly before I could open the door. "We have about ten minutes."
There was more to that statement than just a warning about how much time we had.
She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest and looked up at me. "I've been thinking about last week all week long," she whispered. "I don't think I can wait until after the game."
"Can't wait, huh?" I teased her.
Her hands slid down my chest until they reached my shorts and my thickening cock. "I need this," she whispered huskily. "Can I have it?"
"I don't know," I teased her again. "Have you been a good girl?"
She fumbled with my belt and zipper until she could pull my cock from my shorts. She wrapped her soft warm hand around it and looked up to me. "I'm never a good girl." She then took my cock deep into her mouth. No teasing tongue. No kisses. She took it deep.
"Damnnnn," I mumbled as I stumbled a bit. I caught my balance and enjoyed the sensations of Kacey sucking my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. As I watched my cock going in and out of her soft pink lips, she would occasionally look up to me. I can think of few things more erotic than that.
I could have stood there forever. I could have cared less about the football game. I was in bliss.
Kacey, needed more however. She slid my cock from her mouth, and milked it a few times with her hands, then she stood up.
"Fuck me." She said in a demanding voice. "I need that big thing inside of me." She looked around quickly and her eyes settled on the small sofa. "There." She pointed.
She took the few steps to the side of the sofa. She slid her shorts and panties down in one swift move. She stepped out of one leg of her clothes and bent over the sofa arm. I was staring at her delicious bare ass as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Come on," she urged. " We don't have a lot of time."
I walked up behind her and she wiggled her backside to me. She assumed the position. She was staring forward and her butt was arched up to allow me better access to her pussy.
Whack! She wasn't expecting that. My hand stung and her ass cheeks rippled with the force of the spanking I had just delivered.
"Hey!" She said in a stage whisper. "We don't have time for..."
Whack! Her ass jiggled again as I pulled my hand back.
"Mmph!" she moaned. "Seriously, we don't have time for that. Just fuck...."
Whack!
"Ohhhhhh!"
