Carols Color Guard Capers Pt 01

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are over eighteen.

NOTE TO THE READER

This series deals with a particularly strong and slightly unusual fantasy of mine, color guard girls. For those who don't know, the color guard is the group of girls in a marching band or professional drum and bugle corps that spin and toss equipment such as flags, rifles, and sabres, as well as performing dance routines of all kinds. The girls are generally very attractive, talented, tanned, toned, flexible, and enjoy performing for a crowd, usually in form fitting outfits.

Why are color guard girls a fantasy of mine?

Because I was one.

I was in my high school color guard for four years and then after graduation performed with one of the professional touring drum and bugle corps for three seasons.

Color guard girls really get to know each other well during a tour, and some of the ones I performed with are still close friends of mine today. Because I'm bi, it didn't take long for me to develop some very strong color guard fantasies.

So, if you are turned on by what sexy things color guard girls do in my fantasy world then please enjoy my stories that are tagged with the words "color guard" and "flag girl" (like this one). If not, that's totally okay. You can always read any of my other stories.

Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.

***

It was just before dawn one summer morning, and the members of the Royal Regiment drum and bugle corps were all sleeping soundly after competing in the previous night's regional competition show. Performing drum and bugle corps like the Royal Regiment tended to travel from city to city on busses during the night, sleeping as best we could while on the road between locations. This time, however, we had arrived at our housing site soon after midnight and were able to get a few luxurious hours of sleep on a gym floor.

It was still dark outside when I woke up, but I decided to go ahead and get a shower anyway to avoid the morning rush. It had been a long tour for all of the performing corps and a nice warm shower was a luxury even more treasured than sleep. I figured since we were sharing the gym with another corps, I had better claim a shower early.

The other corps being housed at the school was the legendary Blue Wave drum and bugle corps. Their busses got in fairly late the night before, after most of the members of the Royal Regiment were already asleep. Some of the guys in our corps tried to stay up long enough to catch a glimpse of the Blue Wave color guard girls, one of the hottest group of flag twirlers in the entire drum and bugle corps competition circuit.

As most of the Blue Wave girls were from areas near the beach where the corps was based, they were already toned, sun-kissed, and looking gorgeous before the tour even started. I, on the other hand, went to sleep early, figuring I didn't stand a chance with one of their girls. They were just too breathtakingly beautiful, and way out of my league.

That was about to change...

As I made my way to the showers, I noticed there was one light already turned on in the room. Approaching the entrance, I could hear someone inside.

Since no one from the Royal Regiment was up yet, I deduced it must have been one of the Blue Wave members. Even more intriguing was that the light was coming from the girls side of the shower area. I knew I probably shouldn't have taken a look, but the possibility of seeing one of the Blue Wave color guard members in the shower was just too tempting.

I carefully peeked into the girls shower room, remaining hidden from view by the corner wall. Inside was a rather shapely brunette wearing only a soft pink towel that was barely covering her from just above her breasts down to only an inch past her pussy, her smooth shoulders and toned legs completely bare.

I didn't know her, but I did recognize the girl as one of the color guard members from the Blue Wave. I'd seen her perform with the corps last night at the regional competition. Like all of the color guard girls, she was very talented, in great shape, and extremely hot.

My mouth fell open as she reached over to turn on the water and then casually removed her towel, exposing her well tanned, perfectly proportioned, and sexually radiant figure.

Time froze as I stared in awe at the vision of beauty in front of me. Her curves were gorgeous, her breasts firm, full, and perky, and her legs well toned. The flag girl's exquisite brunette hair was in lovely curls that bounced cutely on her bare shoulders.

She was an absolute goddess...

...but when she turned around...

...ohmygod.

Her ass.

The word "amazing" doesn't even come close to describing how perfect an ass this color guard girl had on her. Somehow, it was wonderfully curvy, beautifully firm, and adorably sexy all at the same time. I couldn't help but fantasize about tying her down on a bed while I smacked her amazing rear over and over, only to hear her begging me to spank her harder between girly yelps.

Snapping out of my trance momentarily, I hurried back to my sleeping area as quietly as possible for my camera, hoping that no one else would get up anytime soon. Most corps members brought actual cameras with them on tour because we got to see a lot of wonderful things throughout the competition season and wanted high quality pictures of what we had seen.

This was one photo opportunity, however, that I hadn't counted on having.

Heading for the showers again, I hid behind an opening in the wall and looked into the room. I saw the color guard girl now under the shower head with water cascading down over her entire gorgeous naked figure, her towel discarded on a bench nearby.

Raising my camera, I discretely began taking pictures of this stunningly sexy unknown girl as she washed and rinsed her glorious body, completely unaware that her every movement was being admired and captured on my camera. To my good fortune, the water was warm, so she took her time, stretching and turning and enjoying every minute. My cock was insanely hard as I took frame after frame.

Using my zoom lens, I was able to get several closeups of her glorious breasts when she closed her eyes and arched her back to wash her beautiful locks of brunette hair, the warm water cascading down over her as she moaned with sensual delight.

When she turned in various directions, I was able to take amazing pictures of the flag girl's perfectly smooth and achingly gorgeous pussy as well as wonderful closeups of her teasingly firm rear which was just begging to be spanked.

"What a breathtakingly beautiful girl," I thought to myself as she finished her shower and wrapped the soft pink towel around herself. The cloth hugged her figure perfectly, making her look just as incredible with it on as she did with it off.

As luck would have it, she turned the water off just as I had taken my final picture, causing the camera to whir as the film began to rewind.

She looked up suddenly.

"Who's there?" she asked glancing in my direction.

I slowly stepped out of hiding and walked towards her.

"Hi," I said casually.

"Hi," she smiled, "what are you doing?"

"Umm...well..." I stammered.

Her eyes widened as she looked down and saw the camera.

"Were you taking pictures of me?"

"Well, yes," I admitted sheepishly, taking the film cartridge out of the camera and handing it to her.

She took the film, gaping in disbelief.

"Oh my gosh," she said putting her hand on her forehead, "I'm so embarrassed."

I made a point of looking her over.

"You shouldn't be."

She paused a moment, then smiled and extended her hand.

"My name's Carol."

I took her hand and kissed it, causing Carol to smile wider.

"Charmer," she flirted, "are you with the other corps here?"

"Yes," I confirmed, "Royal Regiment."

"Oh yeah," she recalled, "I've seen you guys perform, you've got a good little corps there."

I tried to be modest.

"Well, we're nowhere near the Blue Wave but we do our best."

"I think we'll be at the same show again tonight," Carol commented.

"Well then," I said, "maybe I'll be seeing more of you soon."

Carol shifted her hips to one side and smiled slyly as she gently placed the film back in my hand.

"I'm sure you will," she flirted, turning to leave.

Realizing that Carol had just given me back the film containing all of those gorgeous pictures I had taken of her showering got me more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

I knew I had to see her again.

Carefully sliding the film into my pocket as if it were a priceless work of art, I called after her.

"So where can I find you afterwards?"

Stopping to look back at me over her shoulder, Carol flashed the most flirtatious smile that I'd ever seen.

"Carol Leeds...Blue Wave color guard bus," she said before confidently strutting out of the room, her proud breasts leading the way.

***

Later that night after the competition show, the members of the Royal Regiment were loading the busses for the trip to our next city when I heard a voice.

"Hi there," Carol called to me from across the parking lot. The hot brunette's curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked towards me, wearing a very form fitting gray t-shirt which was tucked into a pair of very short and rather tight black nylon shorts, her breasts and rear highlighted very well.

"Oh hi," I said jokingly, "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

Carol smiled and blushed a little at the comment.

"I've got a problem," she said with concern.

"Not that I can see," I answered, making no secret of checking out her curves as I looked her over.

"I'm serious," Carol said folding her arms to cover her breasts so I wouldn't be distracted, "my bus pulled out already, any way I can hitch a ride?"

"Well," I replied, gently taking her wrists and unfolding her arms, not allowing her breasts to be hidden, "what can you offer me?"

"My things are back on the Blue Wave bus," she said talking with her hands, "all I have are the clothes I'm wearing."

"I see," I said, taking the opportunity to look her up and down all over. Carol rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her hips as I slowly walked around her, placing my hand gently on her back before gliding it down to grab her tight rear, squeezing it firmly as if her ass was my personal property.

Carol sighed, waiting impatiently.

Moving my hand to the top of her shorts, I pulled gently on the waistband to be able to look down and see her panties.

"Black lace?" I teased, "why Carol, very sexy."

"Mmm," Carol raised her eyebrows with bored sarcasm as if to say "just get on with it."

I pretended to think it over for a minute before answering.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Carol straightened her posture.

"What's the deal?"

"You give me your clothes, and I give you a ride."

Carol paused, putting her hands on her hips again.

"You're not serious?"

"That's the deal," I replied, stepping part way through the bus doors, "you coming?"

Carol stood gaping for a moment. Then, with a resolute sigh, she walked past me and bounced up the steps onto the bus. Upon entering, Carol was greeted with a thunderous round of applause from the fully loaded bus of Royal Regiment members.

Carol raised her eyebrows at me.

"This wouldn't have been a setup by any chance, would it?"

"After you," I gestured, letting my silence be an answer.

Carol walked to the back of the bus amidst several whistles and comments from the guys in the seats who were all undressing her with their eyes. A few even reached out and grabbed the flag girl's ass as she strutted by. Carol played the game, flashing a teasing smile over her shoulder at each one as if to say "that's as close as you're going to get."

Finally reaching the back of the bus, I sat down in the wide seat. Carol finished flirting with the rest of the guys and then whipped around to face me.

"Now what?"

"Now you take off your clothes," I replied flatly.

Carol raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Now? In front of everybody?"

"Yes," I answered simply.

As if on cue, most of the guys on the bus (and even a few girls) began pulling out cameras and aimed them towards Carol as we all waited for her to start.

Carol put her hands on her hips and smiled slyly. She knew what they all wanted. The whole thing had been set up to get her to strip naked. What was interesting was that Carol couldn't decide whether she should be offended or flattered that so many people wanted to see her take off her clothes.

She didn't get much time to think it over though.

"Get on with it," I prompted her.

The unbelievably hot color guard girl locked her eyes on mine. She decided that if she had to do this, she was going to make it good.

Crossing her arms at her waist, Carol pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing her black lace bra underneath as flashbulbs from cameras began to flicker throughout the bus. Handing the shirt to me, Carol arched her back and moved her hands to the sides of her shorts. One side at a time, our Blue Wave color guard guest slowly pulled down her tiny little shorts, stopping every few seconds to allow the cameras to get good shots of her performance as she tugged them down in short yanks.

"Damn," I thought to myself as she stripped directly in front of me, her black lace panties leaving little to the imagination as they gripped her smooth pussy snugly, "this is the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life!"

Handing me her shorts, Carol flashed a flirty smile as she climbed onto my lap, straddling it with her amazingly toned legs and began rolling her hips slowly in a circular grinding motion as if she were humping my cock, teasing all of us with her perfectly proportioned figure while making a show of posing for the cameras in just her black lace underwear.

"I'm impressed, Carol," I complimented as she arched her back to thrust her breasts forward, running her hands through her gorgeous brunette curls as she continued grinding her pussy into my lap, "you color guard girls really know how to move when you dance."

Carol rolled her eyes.

"You boys are so naughty," she said playfully as the flag girl gave the slightest hint of a smile.

Pushing me back against the seat, Carol suddenly grabbed both of my wrists and slammed them on the cushioned wall above my shoulders so I couldn't move. Whipping her beautiful brunette hair back, Carol leaned in and kissed me hard, aggressively attacking me over and over as she absolutely raped my mouth with her warm wet tongue and soft sensual lips.

The flashbulbs were everywhere, and the entire bus could tell that Carol was really getting turned on doing this in front of everyone. One of the guys in the next seat reached over and pulled on Carol's bra closure, snapping it as the hook came undone.

"Um!" Carol broke our kiss and flashed a teasing smile over her shoulder at the guy who had just unhooked her bra.

She knew what he wanted...what we all wanted.

Straightening her posture to face me again, Carol slowly pushed one bra strap off of her shoulder...then the other...

Shamelessly teasing all of us, Carol very slowly pulled the bra off of her lovely tits, freeing her firm breasts from captivity as every person with a camera snapped away. Handing me her discarded bra, Carol put her hands on her hips and rolled her shoulders back, presenting her beautifully perky breasts to everyone and smiling with confidence as the multitude of cameras captured the lovely image.

Then, flashing a flirty look over her shoulder at her audience, Carol slowly pushed the waistband of her panties down, sliding them off the curves of her perfect ass. Cameras clicked and flashed as Carol took off her last piece of clothing, rolling her hips in a tiny circular motion as she made a show of stripping herself completely naked.

With a teasing smile, Carol handed her panties to me.

"That was amazing Carol," I complimented placing all of her clothes in my bag, "I've always fantasized about having the hottest flag girl in the Blue Wave stripping herself naked directly in front of me, thank you."

Carol rolled her eyes, smiling cutely.

"What do we do now?" the entirely stripped flag girl asked playfully.

I began undoing my shorts.

"Now, I give you the ride I promised."

Carol's mouth fell open.

"Are you serious?" she asked glancing around at the cameras, "I mean, taking off my clothes is one thing, but..."

Carol looked down as I pulled my insanely hard cock out of my shorts.

"Oh my," she stopped in mid-protest.

"You were saying?" I said, taking my rock hard staff and carefully gliding it across the entrance to the flag girl's perfect pussy.

"Oh!" Carol closed her eyes, the touch sending a wave of desire through her entire body.

Reaching around to grab the cheeks of her amazing ass, I forced Carol closer, placing my man tool at the entrance to her already soaked pussy.

Ohgod..." Carol gasped as I slowly pulled her down, barely pushing the tip of my cock inside her, nuzzling the head between the lips of her swollen labia.

"Oh!" Carol's whole body quivered in anticipation as a flood of pleasure washed over her, drowning out the sound of flashing bulbs and clicking cameras.

"I...shouldn't...be doing this," she managed to say in quick breaths.

"A deal's a deal, Carol," I said matter-of-factly, waiting for her to give in. Carol paused, biting her lip to keep it from quivering.

She wanted me inside her, and we both knew it.

"This is such a bad idea," Carol whispered more to herself than to me as she slowly lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my waiting cock. The walls of her beautiful love canal parted, allowing me to slide all the way in, deep and hard inside her.

"Ohhhhh..." Carol moaned, her eyes glazing over as the warmth of the flag girl's pussy enveloped my shaft completely.

The first long stroke inside her made Carol shudder with pleasure. As her pussy adjusted to having my large shaft resting within her depths, Carol closed her eyes and tried not to think about all the people on the bus watching her.

(SMACK)

"OH!"

Her eyes going wide, Carol gave a girly yelp as she felt my hand come down hard and spank her beautiful firm ass.

"Get humping, Carol," I ordered.

The flag girl nodded in compliance, and did as she was told.

"Touch yourself," I added as the color guard goddess began slowly bobbing up and down on my shaft, "I want everyone to watch you pleasure yourself while you fuck me."

Carol's mouth fell open in disbelief at what I was asking her to do as her wonderful shapely hips pumped my cock in long full strokes.

"It's kind of embarrassing," she said reluctantly, glancing around at everyone watching.

I locked my eyes on hers.

"Not to me."

Carol hesitated, her hips still pumping steadily into mine, her beautiful pussy suckling on my cock with the intention of milking it for everything it had.

Finally giving in, Carol moved her right hand down between her legs and began masturbating directly in front of me as we fucked each other, her fingertips making tiny little circular motions on her swollen and highly sensitive clit.

Carol ran her free hand through her hair as she began to move up and down at a faster pace, riding my cock as it repeatedly pumped deep into her pussy. Her full perky breasts bounced invitingly with each thrust as Carol arched her back, sighing with intense pleasure. Gripping her ass more firmly for support, I leaned forward and began suckling on her very erect and highly sensitive tits.

"Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out, the flashes from the cameras nearly blinding her as people took frame after frame. Carol knew it was wrong. This was more than just a bunch of guys seeing her naked. These people were taking pictures of her getting fucked. It was so wrong, but the thought made her so unbelievably horny that she blocked out everything else and gave in to the pleasure overtaking her.