The Old Cheerleading Uniform Still [F]it [M]

When quarantine started I had been in the “talking” phase to the guy I’m dating. I had started this (home) workout program, and was feeling good about the progress. Tidying up my room I found my old cheerleading uniform and thought “lets tease him a little bit.” Sent him a SnapChat exclaiming “It still fits!” He, of course, took the bait. He made a joke about how next time I come over I should wear that. I’ve never dressed up for anyone before, and we’ve slept together before (we were FWB for a couple of years) and he knows I can be a little shy. I was spending the weekend at his house, so I figured I might as well surprise him and bring it with me.

I get to his apartment, do my usual pour a glass of wine, go out onto the balcony for minute (he lives in the city on the top floor so it’s a gorgeous view). We’re talking, catching up on our WFH week, I down the last of the wine go to the bathroom and decide, it’s now or never. I change into the old uniform and nonchalantly walk back into the kitchen like everything is normal. His jaw hit the floor. I poured another glass of wine (I’m so nervous at this point). We’re both a little in shock that I did it. I lean over the counter letting the skirt go up revealing nothing underneath it. We have a forced “normal” conversation for a couple more minutes and finally I’m over it, and the wine hits with a wave of confidence. So I wiggle between his arms and sit up on the counter (I’m 5’2, 120lbs. He’s 6’1 185- jet black hair with sea glass green/blue eyes. He’s *hot. Both late 20’s. Anyway…*)

He grabs my hips and slides me to the edge of the counter top and I wrap my legs around him pulling him closer. I can feel his bulge through his perfectly fitted jeans. I grab the back of his hair as we’re making out. I pull his head to the side and nibble his earlobe, dragging the tip of my tongue down to the side of his neck, kiss and work my way down his shoulders to his torso. Take his shirt off, and run my fingers down to his waist line, undoing the button just enough so I could slip my hand in his pants and rub him over his boxers. He’s fully hard, and I’m soaking wet. He rips his pants off, picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.

He has the perfect technique for throwing me on the bed, but so gently my head never hits. He pulls my top off and starts sucking on my nipples as I let out soft moans. He works his way down, pulls my skirt up and kisses the inside of my thigh, slipping his tongue across my pussy as he goes to kiss the other side. Then starts eating out my pussy. After a minute or so I want to return the favor. I slip off his boxers, make my way down to his hip bones, alternating between soft bites and kisses. He holds my hair, I take his cock, lick it from bottom to top and take him in my mouth, flicking the head as I bob up and down, turning my head letting my tongue glide across him. Still holding my hair, he pulls me up to him and flips us over so he’s now on top. My pussy is throbbing at this point, begging for it. Skirt still on, he slides in and we both let out moans of relief. I wrap my legs around him pulling him deeper, and deeper. I let out a “Fuck you feel amazing.” Flipping us back over so I can ride him, and he can get a better view of the skirt. His dick hits all the right spots and I was going to cum. He had one hand on my breast, another on my clit and is rubbing both perfectly. I feel it building, he’s begging me to “cum on his dick”. I feel his cock pulsing, and tell him to “cum inside me”. We both oblige. Once we clean up we laugh at how neither of us thought I would ever actually wear the uniform, but it opened a whole new door and I spent the remainder of lockdown at his place.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ih8jv0/the_old_cheerleading_uniform_still_fit_m