A bottomless Rachel!?

“Sorry for being late Coach!” A familiar voice yells out from behind you. You and the rest of class turn their gaze towards a very unexpected sight.

Rachel comes running down the small sidewalk from out the side door in her gym uniform, but just the top part of her uniform. Below her is nothing but socks and some running shoes! Her entire god given assets below the shirt waistline is completely bare for everyone to see, including you.

“Rachel? Where did your gym shorts go?” Diana asks in a sea of gasps and chuckles.

“Oh, you see Coach, I thought going without them would make the run faster. Less fabric holding me down, ya know?” Rachel explains, a faint blush on her face.

It isn’t the most sound explanation, but Diana doesn’t really care, and finds it a bit funny, so she gracefully excepts Rachel’s odd decision.

“Now get in line you crazy lady!” Diana jokes.

“Yes Coach!” Rachel responds.

You watch as Rachel walks into the group of women waiting in a bundle for Coach to signal the run. Unsurprisingly, everyone else decided to stand behind you to better see your pale ass, meaning you’re right up front in the crowd. Rachel’s hips move like that of a runway model, swaying back and forth like a pendulum. Her long, cylindrical legs walk in front of each other with each step, causing her glistening thighs to bounce as she walks.

You know that all of this is to get your attention, and to say that it’s working is an understatement. Your eyes dart around her hips, legs, waist, and pussy lips like a pinball bouncing around in a pinball machine. You can feel your cock stirred up against your palms like it’s bashing away a giant gate, begging for freedom.

As she finally walks over to you, she spins around and stands right in front of you, obstructing your gaze and almost encouraging you to stare at her ass.

“You like it? I got a little inspired by your outfit, Heathy~” Rachel whispers to you.

You look straight down see her hands playing with her ass cheeks, pushing them up from the bottom and squishing her plump cheeks like a stress ball.

“Fuck it’s too hot! Think unsexy thoughts Heath… Unsexy…” You try to focus all of your brain power into ignoring Rachel’s fat rear. You think of anything to get your mind off of it, like binomial distribution or that one book your English professor was talking about yesterday.

“BANGGGG!”

Suddenly, you hear a loud gunshot noise ahead of you, and hundreds of feet running past you. You stand still, too taken aback to move as you continue to close your eyes. You feel hands gliding against your bare skin for only a moment before the next hand grazes you. From context, you could probably figure out what is happening, but your confusion and horniness has your mind in a stun lock.

After a couple of seconds, and the metaphorical dust settles, you open your eyes slowly to the sight of everyone else running away onto the track.

“Well, what’chu waiting for, Stallion? Get those fine legs of yours moving!” Diana says with her unique bravado.

But as you remain motionless, Diana quickly walks behind you, giving you a firm slap on the ass! The pain radiating on your cheeks motivates you to book it onto the track with your fellow runners.