I had just spent a grueling 9 months overseas. I was emotionally exhausted but after the plane landed and I checked into my hotel I still wanted a drink...or lots of drinks rather. As I check in I hear a loud party taking place in one of the banquet rooms just off the lobby. After my much needed shower I throw on some cargo shorts, flip flops and t-shirt. I wander down to the hotel bar. I know the drinks will be over priced and watered down but I didn't feel like catching a cab anywhere and if I was lucky I might meet up with a lonely flight attendant since this is the airport Hilton.
I pull up a stool at the end of the bar and order a drink. I strike up conversation with the bartender. She isn't hot, but I'm sure by the time I finish drinking she will be and maybe I'll get lucky. As she fills my drink up the second time I ask what the commotion in the banquet room was all about. Turns out this is the hotel that visiting football teams stay at when they play the power house division one college football team in town. Marshal University had just upset the home team. The underdog Herd, was celebrating. Turns out it was a private party for just the alumni donors.
About this time one of the Herd cheerleaders came be-bopping over to pick up more drinks for the party. I catch her eye and we start a small talk of conversation while the bartender loads up the tray. Her name is Madison. She is a freshman on the squad so she is the "go for" the party. Go for drinks, go for ice, yadda yadda. Since these were the high prized alumni of doctors, lawyers and shit the older cheerleaders would have first crack at landing their sugar daddy. She is 18 but can't drink...legally. She informs me she is excepting free drinks anyway and since this is her first road game she is living it up. I ask her if I can buy her a drink.
"Maybe later...I have to get back to the party."
She wasn't totally blowing me off, but I could tell she was the type to use a guy for drinks and leave without so much as a kiss. As she walks away I lustfully size up what I long for. She very vaguely reminds me of Kate Upton. She is 5'3", long blonde hair, C cup tits, even though they are squeezed tightly into her green and white cheer top, child baring hips, only highlighted by a white pleated cheer skirt covering shapely, tone legs. As she walks away I notice how her skirt sashays back and forth. It almost hypnotizes me. She is built for breading.
Occasionally I hear a cheer or the crowd pipe up more and from my point of view I can glance over and Ill see the cheerleaders doing a cheer. Madison is extremely flexible. I can see her standing on one foot, she will grab her left ankle and stretch her leg high above her head. The crowd cheers. Not because of school spirit but because they can make out the outline of her clam through her green bloomers. When she puts her leg down I can see her subtly run a finger up the backside of her bloomers to adjust a wedgie the bloomers must be causing in her cunt.
Every 30 minutes or so she comes back and we make small talk. I am steadily getting drunk and I can tell she is too. But she obviously isn't as experienced a drinker as I am. About 30 minutes from the bar closing the bartender reminds Madison that the bar is closing and the party needs to settle the tab. She returns with a credit card, her purse, shoes in hand and a look of "wtf" on her face.
"Why so down?"
"Freshman orientation. More like freshman hazzing. I get to cover the tab on my daddy's AmEx. I'll get paid back on Monday but the squad is wandering off with the rich alum. I'm all alone and I don't think I can find my room."
Fate would have it that the herd separated themselves from this little lamb and the lion is about to pounce. "Awe, well let me help you."
She looks at me through blurry, booze goggles and I can see she is trying to recognize me. She looks me up and down, "Well...ok. I like your beard."
"Thank you" I say with a smile. I ask for her room key and what room she is in. As she looks through her purse she is inadvertently rubbing her breasts against my arm and its making me almost uncomfortably hard. As we leave the bar I wrap my arm around her. Not only to steady her on an unsteady, drunk gate, but to also look like we belong together. I feel her warm, perfect mid-drift and my mind races about the fun I'll have with her tonight.
As we reach her room she almost walks past it. "Easy there darling." I corral her by sticking a finger in the rear of the waist band of her skirt and playfully pull her back to me. I hand her the key and hold her hand as she swipes the card. I stand right behind her. Her ass rests against my raging hard cock. My free hand runs up and down the back of her arm. She shudders.
The door opens and we step in. I look out into the hall to make sure no one sees me walk in with her. I shut the door and Madison is sitting on the edge of her bed, looking around groggily. The school spared no expense and gave the cheerleaders their own room. I see designer luggage and designer clothes in the closet.
"What are we doing here?" She asks, nervously.
"Getting to know each other."
"You shouldn't be here, I'm a good girl."
"We could have fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"Adult fun." I kiss her. She responds instantly. Soon our tongues are dancing, teasing each other.
Suddenly she stands up, puts her back against the wall. "You should leave. I'm not a slut."
