Thanksgiving Day was proclaimed to commemorate the sacrifice and friendship of the Pilgrims and the Indians. Today it commemorates feasting and football. Fallston was on the sidelines of the annual Total Woman Excursions lingerie football game. Most of the host guides were on the field. In the past, touch or flag football on a 40 yard shortened field was the norm. But as the rivalry grew over the years, it escalated to tackle. There had been so many fouls called that the staff finally gave up and let them play rough.
The uniforms, from bottom to top, were sneakers, knee sox, knee pads, thong panties, midriff tee-shirts over light shoulder pads and helmets. Bras were optional depending on the will of the player. Most precluded them as too confining and not titillating enough for the spectators who voted for the game's MVP: Most Voluptuous Player.
Though only the third quarter, Fallston already had a couple candidates for his MVP vote. White Team's center was suitably weighty for that position; at least her breasts were suitably weighty. The Black Team's tight end was lithe and her breasts shook tantalizingly as she blocked or ran to receive a pass. Fallston wanted to throw her his own kind of pass to see if tight end was a true title. The White quarterback had amazing abs that rippled when she threw the ball. A drawback to the vista was the amount of dirt and grime that covered the bodacious athletes' sweaty bodies.
The score was even. The Blacks had the ball on the 15 yard line of the Whites. Black's quarterback tucked the ball and ran left, straight into White's guard. Bam! Both players fell in a tumble and the ball popped out. A scrum broke out to recover the fumble. The inevitable clothes tugging led to the inevitable clothes tearing. Shreds of cloth flew through the air as players ripped, rolled and scrambled for the ball. When the pile of bodies was unleveraged, White's safety held the ball high.
On the next play, the players, now wearing even less than before, gave one last ditch effort to win the game. White's quarterback ran right in a sideline sweep, both teams in support and pursuit. They ran right at, and over, the sideline and Fallston. The heap of bodies rolled to a stop as the whistle blew. Tie score, end of game. Fallston lay with a face full of bare boobs, White's center on top of him. Another's softness cuddled his groin. He felt bodies shifting and rubbing as the pile unpiled. Black's tight end gave him a hand up.
"Good game, good sport" she laughed as she slapped his butt. Her swing jiggled her soiled bare tits. Several players were in a heated discussion. Someone shoved someone; there was more shoving and hair grabbing broke out. The remaining intact teeshirts didn't remain intact much longer. Cooler heads intervened and pulled the combatants apart. The sides separated and headed to the locker room.
Fallston's host guide Noreen, the White team's safety who had recovered the fumble, jogged over. Her teeshirt was torn down the front. One boob poked through the gap as the other tit matched its twin's bounce, but 'modestly' covered. Noreen unclipped the chin strap and doffed her helmet. Her dark red wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Her green eyes twinkled about the same as her smile.
"Did you see me recover the fumble? How did you like the game?"
"Yeah, and other than that final play, I loved it." Fallston's slacks and sweater were covered in dirt, his face smeared with mud.
Noreen hugged his arm. "Come on. You need a shower too. Let's not waste water." She led Fallston to the locker room. The women athletes were in various stages of dress, mostly undress. They put away sneakers, pads and thongs in gym bags. The remains of tee-shirts hit the trashcans. Helmets were shelved. With towels over shoulders, the women trooped to the already vaporous group shower.
Noreen stripped and stowed her uniform and gear. Fallston saved Noreen's torn teeshirt from the trash and kept it as a souvenir. She undressed Fallston and telephoned staff to bring him fresh clothes.
