Miranda’s football field lap dance

Moving in closer to Miranda, Mark finally got a better idea of what she was wearing.

It looked to be a small red skirt but on closer inspection, it was actually the bottom of her cheerleading outfit. The top of it was still covered with the blonde wearing a black jacket over it.

“We not going running tonight?” he said as he approached her.

She smiled, twirling a bit of her blonde hair, “I’ve got something else planned, way better than running.”

Miranda grabbed him by the hand and started leading him to another part of the stadium.

“Where are we going?” he asked as she approached a small gate at the back of the stadium.

She didn’t answer it and instead asked her own question, “You’re going to be able to jump over this fine?”

It wasn’t too high so it wasn’t going to be any issue. Miranda went first, climbing up the fence, Mark immediately felt like he made the right choice in letting her go first as he stared up at some lacy red underwear that she had on under her cheerleading outfit.

She jumped over the fence as Mark started to climb over himself. Once over, she led him through a couple of passageways before suddenly they were inside the stadium. It was quite dark, feeling a little cold and empty with nobody inside.

There were a few flood lights on the side of the field that helped dimly light up the field.

“Alright can you tell me what we’re doing then?” he turned and asked her.

There had been no doubt that she had been drinking. He could smell the **** on her, definitley some sort of vodka. She didn’t respond at first, just pointed to the middle of the field where their was a sole plastic chair there.

“How would you like your own private show tonight?” she then said.

What the hell was happening, Mark couldn’t have expected things to start like this. Was she really offering to give him a lap dance in the middle of the field of their empty football stadium.

“Umm...uhhh,” he stuttered.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied, once again grabbing him by the hand. This time, leading him out to the middle of the field so he could sit on the plastic chair.

Right on top of the famous Eagle logo, Mark took his seat. It was weird even being out there considering he had never played football.

In front of him, Miranda unzipped the front of her jacket, revealing the full college cheerleaders uniform. Not only that, a small speaker from an inside jacket pocket came out. She set it down and started connecting her phone to it, putting on one of her playlists.

Immediately she started vibing to the music, shaking her hips, clicking her fingers. The busty blonde has an incredible body, curves in all the right places.

She danced her way over to Mark, leaning in on him, using the arms of the chair to rest her hands on and she shook her upper body.

“Relax,” she said noticing his tension, “I used to do this to Bryce out here all the time.”

It started to make a little sense now, maybe she wasn’t over Bryce completely yet. So this was maybe a jealousy thing towards him along with a little ‘Fuck you’ to Winter.

She turned her back to him and started to grind her ass back down on his crotch.

“My god...” he whispered as she started to really rub against him.

She pulled off again, this time grabbing the top of her zipper and pulling it downwards. More and more of her light skin appeared. With that, a dark red bra strap also came into view. Clearly she had gone for a matching red for both her bra and panties.

The zip went down all the way before she was able to remove the top completely. Throwing it aside, she danced with her back to him.

Focusing on her hip movement, Miranda made sure her ass gave off a nice wiggle in front of him. The cheerleader skirt was low but not quite low enough for him to get another peek under it.

Hooking her own thumbs inside the skirt, she teased him. Still slowly dancing to the music, Miranda started to pull the skirt down. Mark could feel himself hard in his running shorts, he grabbed his boner from the outside and gave it a bit of a squeeze as Miranda slowly continued to drop her skirt.

Eventually it came off after showing her red panties bit by bit. They matched the same shade of colour as her red bra. Miranda let the skirt float to the ground before carefully stepping out of it.

Miranda turned to face him again, letting her blonde hair fly. This was the view that gave Mark’s penis the most pleasure. As good of a behind that she may have had, everyone knew Miranda had one of if not the best rack on campus.

Her cleavage tonight was as good as it had ever been. The dark red bra was a push-up type. She certainly didn’t need the help but it made them look even better, all squishy and pushed up together.

Walking back towards the chair, she started to dance on his lap once more. This time, she sat on him, letting her big breasts hover in front of his face.

Miranda’s red panties had began to grind down on his lap, rubbing up against the clearly hard boner beneath his shorts.

“Fucking hell,” he said, shifting slightly with the busty blonde on top of him.

She giggled in response, putting a finger to his mouth to keep him quiet. Shutting his mouth, he watched Miranda reach behind her back to touch her bra strap. His cock began to twitch, it knew exactly what Miranda was about to do.

It was almost like Mark had forgotten where they were at this moment. In the middle of the football field, in an empty quiet stadium.

Miranda teased him with her bra strap, just like she had done with Bryce many a time before on the same exact patch of field. The click of the strap was still loud and clear even with the background music.

Releasing the shoulder straps, Miranda held her bra by her hands. She let it linger there for a little while longer, holding off from releasing the goods.

She waited for the drop in the song, as soon as the beat changed dramatically, Miranda let her hands drop making her breasts bounce free.

Mark sat there, mouth wide open as he took on those huge spectacular naked mountains of flesh hanging from her chest. They were the perfect round shape with still an amazing natural feel to them.

The minor breeze made her nipples stand for attention, hardening in the night sky. They pointed towards his face and chest as she continued to dance on his lap.

She danced on him for a couple minutes longer before removing herself from the chair once more.

Wearing nothing but a tantalising lacy pair of red panties and some white sneakers, Miranda dropped to her knees in front of Mark.

“If you thought the dance was good, you’ve seen nothing yet,” she spoke to him.

Mark’s cock twitched again.