Hi, this story mentions Roman and Jen. They’re the married couple I’ve recently entered a polyamorous triad with. Our relationship isn’t detailed in-depth in these posts, but they have kind of followed along as we progressed from hooking up to getting together. The prior stories are not required reading at all, but they do exist if you wish to go back.
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I did one year of cheer my sophomore year of high school. We weren’t good or anything though, went to a few competitions and didn’t win a single thing. None of us were that dedicated to it, honestly. It was just a fun excuse for us to get days off school, and time off of class on game days. I have two things to show for my school year long foray into athletic arts: A hip that pops sometimes if I strain myself at the gym, and a cheer outfit that still fits despite the fact that I’m in my mid-twenties and have filled out a fair amount since graduating.
Jen has mentioned a few times that she’s got a thing for some age-gap related play, and I’m pleased to say the two people I’ve worn my cheerleading outfit for in the past enjoyed it thoroughly. So, the other day while Jen was at work, I dug the cheer outfit out of a box in my closet (Yes, I have a box of high school clothes that still fit me. Some of that stuff was hot!), and went over to Jen and Roman’s house. I wanted to get a test-reaction because I hadn’t had the outfit on in over a year, and I knew there would be a good chance that Roman would be at home working. Jen often has to go on-site for things, with Roman it’s a lot less frequent.
I walked in, and gave him a kiss. We chatted for a little while before he turned his attention back to the two screens in front of him. I hung out on the couch in his office for a few minutes, before wandering off to the bathroom and changing into my cheer outfit in secret. It’s interesting how quickly I’ve gotten comfortable just walking around their house. It helps a lot that I was already over here a ton before we all decided to make things official.
There was more time spent picking at stray fibers, and adjusting the outfit over my body than I’d probably admit to anyone in person. Once I was confident that I did indeed look very sexy in my outfit, I got to the root of the problem: This was the first time Roman and I had actually done anything alone. In fact, it was the first time either Jen or Roman would be doing something with me without the other present. We’ve discussed this, it’s well within the boundaries of our relationship. I still got too nervous though, and texted Jen to see if she was free to call me.
She actually laughed at me on the phone. Given a few seconds to realize the hilarity of the situation, I started laughing too. I was literally hiding in my girlfriend’s bathroom because I was too nervous to go out and attempt to seduce my boyfriend. Where I would have needed a group of friends to gas me up in the past, I now had Jen. I had meant for the whole thing to be a surprise, but we switched to video so she could see the outfit on me. Jen loved my outfit. We talked for a little while, and before long, she had me blushing from head-to-toe.
The conversation turned more sexual, and I asked her what she wanted me to do with Roman. Jen’s often full of ideas, or she’s got something on her wonderfully horny brain that she’d like to see us do at least. This time though, Jen insisted on backing out of that entirely. Jen told me that she wanted Roman and I to be together organically. She told me how great she felt knowing that I was actually into Roman, confessing that she had been worried in the back of her mind that I was only going along with things for her, despite how many times we had talked about it as a group. Guess there are some things you really need to see to believe fully. We ended our conversation, and I opened the bathroom door finally.
When I returned to Roman’s office, he was on a work call. I could see from the screen that his video was off, so I walked into the room quietly while he spoke. The sound of me moving closer to him caught his attention, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle a nervous giggle when his jaw literally opened, and he fanned himself with a grin as he looked at me. I stepped closer, and Roman reached out to lightly hook his hand around my upper right thigh, stroking his hand absentmindedly over my bare leg while his attention was temporarily brought back to something on his screen.
I had intended to wait for him to get off his call. Namely because I wanted to tell him about my conversation with Jen before starting anything. I reminded myself though, that I didn’t have to. As that reminder sunk in, my impatience grew. I stepped behind Roman’s chair, and leaned over to slowly kiss down his neck. His voice caught in his throat for a moment, and he played it off as a cough to my great amusement.
It was someone else’s turn to speak again, so I walked back around to where I had been standing previously next to his chair, and he spun so that he was facing me. While he listened along to the meeting, I spun myself in a slow 360 for him, letting him take in the whole outfit now that he had diverted enough attention away from his screen. He pulled me in for a deep kiss, then commented that he wasn’t sure that the skirt would even cover my ass if I was to bend over in it. Now our cheer outfits had originally come with matching shorts to wear under the skirt so nobody flashed anyone. Some are full skorts, but ours were two separate pieces. The shorts had long since been tossed in the trash, and I had neglected to wear any underwear for the obvious reason that I hadn’t been planning that they would stay on me regardless.
I turned around so that I faced away from Roman, and bent down to touch my toes in front of him. I exaggerated the motion, and I heard him mutter the word “Tease” before his hands were on me again, this time sliding up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass, squeezing firmly. I wiggled my hips, shaking my ass a little bit in his grasp which earned me a firm spank.
I dropped to my knees in front of Roman, and started massaging his cock through the sweatpants he was wearing. He grabbed my hands and stopped me though, as I went to tug his pants down, making me promise not to make him cum while he was still on the call. He confessed, quite adorably, that he wasn’t confident he could be quiet if I brought him that close to the edge, and while the idea of making Roman unexpectedly moan into a work call was amusing to me, I promised. Really, I would never do anything to put his job in jeopardy, at least not without his enthusiastic encouragement. I nodded in agreement, and Roman leaned down to kiss me again before I crawled underneath his desk, and he adjusted his chair at his desk, positioning himself in front of me, but pulled back enough that his fingers stroked my hair gently.
I pulled his sweatpants down, and kissed the head of his cock while someone yammered about data security. I was slow, and gentle as I slid him into my mouth, cradling his balls in one hand, and running my nails along his leg with the other. It was difficult containing myself. While I do like to take my time, I enjoy repeatedly bringing my victims (partners) to the edge of climax. Instead of my usual game, I played another one. If someone else was talking on the call, I’d be gently bobbing my head over Roman’s cock. When it was his turn to speak though, I slid him down my throat for as long as I could, tears welling in my eyes before I pulled back, much to Roman’s smirking amusement. Several times, I was made aware that my sucking was too enthusiastic by him tugging my hair just a little bit.
Roman’s work call ended, and the words “Get the fuck out of there” have never made me smile so much. He stood with me, immediately pressing me back against his desk and kissing me hard. I returned my hand to his cock, and stroked him while we kissed, my own saliva making for improvised lube.
We broke our kiss, and Roman pushed me down onto his office couch. It was his turn to crawl around on the floor as he dropped to his knees and tugged my legs apart without hesitation. I bucked my hips into him with a needy moan the first time he licked me, and I had soon slung both of my legs over his shoulders, my foot stroking down his back and my fingers tangled in his hair. He decided to tease me, and pull back, but I was having none of it. I needed more of him just then, not less. My grip in his hair tightened, and he chuckled as I pressed myself back against his face, and licked my clit with the same fervor he had used previously. He spanked me again at the same time, and I came. Hard. I screamed, actually. Full on, body clenching, temporarily blind, very rarely given to me by a man all on his own type of orgasm.
It took me a moment to catch my breath after that. Roman didn’t miss a single beat. He kissed gently along my thighs before disentangling us and sitting back on his knees in front of me. We just stared at each other for a couple of moments. I was still recovering, and he told me afterwards that he just likes looking at me when I’m freshly post-orgasm.
I slid off of the couch, positioning myself with my knees on the floor, but bending forwards so that my weight was mostly on the seat of the couch. Roman moved behind me, and he slid inside of me easily from behind. He was slow at first, keeping with the gentle and passionate mood we had been going with until then. That went out the window when I started leaning into the exploited cheerleader game, just a little bit more.
“Do I feel good, Coach?” I asked, pushing myself back as I did so that the whole of Roman’s cock was inside of me as I said it. I didn’t get a reply, but he did spank my ass again. I grinned, and pulled the top half of the outfit off of me completely, leaving just the skirt bouncing around my waist as he fucked me. “Think I’ll make the squad? I’d take care of you all year.” Another spank, and his speed increased as well. I moaned into the cushions of the couch, and bounced my ass into him as best I could with every thrust he made.
I felt Roman throb inside of me, and could tell from his expression when I looked over my shoulder that he was getting close. I began pushing back into him more aggressively, meeting every trust he made with one of my own. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, squeezing my breasts as he came inside of me. We collapsed sideways together onto the carpeted floor. I rolled over, and kissed Roman passionately again. He held me close, and stroked my hair gently. We eventually moved to the couch for comfort, and I spent the next couple of hours in his arms while he explained his job to me and vented about the meeting I had interrupted.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y432o2/my_old_cheerleading_uniform_made_interrupting_a
I imagined this entire story with pom-poms in your hands for some reason. Great read as usual though! Roman and Jen are very lucky!
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This was hot as hell, but your writing made it even better! Excellent post!
Updateme!
I want to see
Any pics in the outfit?