The Rescue

The two players were still holding me tight between them, their hands under my skirt on my bare skin. The striker grinned at me from the side and whispered once more: “So… changing rooms or crowd surfing?”

That was when it happened.

A large, fluffy mascot from the opposing team – a huge red fox with an oversized head – suddenly charged in from the side. With an energetic shove, it pushed one player aside, then the other. Before anyone could react, the mascot grabbed my skimpy crop top with lightning speed and yanked it over my head.

My top was gone.

Now I was wearing nothing but the tiny red cheerleader skirt and holding the pom-poms in my hands. My full, heavy breasts sprang free, bouncing heavily in time with my steps. My large pink nipples were rock-hard and pointing straight ahead.

I let out a short scream – half in shock, half in relief.

The mascot grabbed my hand and pulled me along forcefully. “Come on!” it seemed to shout, even though only muffled sounds could be heard through the large fox head.

The players wanted to chase after us, but the mascot turned round and made a threatening gesture with its large paws. The spectators laughed and cheered – they thought it was a funny prank between the mascots.

I seized the opportunity.

Topless, clad only in the short skirt, I ran after the fox mascot towards the players’ tunnel. My bare breasts bounced wildly up and down with every step. They banged heavily against each other, my nipples tingling in the cool stadium air. The short skirt fluttered up, so that my bare, dripping pussy flashed briefly with every step. I tried desperately to hold the skirt down with one hand and the pom-poms with the other, but I couldn’t quite manage it.

I was horny.

I was relieved.

And I was incredibly hyped up.

This is perfect, I thought, as my breasts bounced with every sprint. No changing room, no crowd surfing… just a quick topless moment. That’s the best compromise! Nobody’s really seeing anything… are they?

I could feel my wet pussy smacking slightly with every step. Another thick drop ran down my thigh. My nipples were burning with arousal. I was so horny I almost laughed as I ran bare-chested down the corridor.

The mascot pulled me into a side corridor and finally stopped. It looked around to see if anyone was following us, then took off the big fox head.

It was a young woman with short dark hair, perhaps in her mid-twenties, who grinned broadly at me.

“Sorry about the top… but I thought you needed rescuing urgently,” she said with a laugh, handing me the fox head. “I’m Mia, the opposing team’s mascot.”

I stood panting in front of her, my bare breasts still rising and falling heavily with each breath, my skirt askew, my labia glistening and swollen.

“Thanks…,” I managed breathlessly. “Really, thanks. They wanted to drag me either to the changing room or out for some crowd surfing… I didn’t want either.”

Mia grinned cheekily and looked me up and down without restraint – my bare breasts, my hard nipples, the short skirt under which there was clearly nothing left.

“Looks like you’re pretty… turned on by the whole thing,” she said, glancing between my legs.

I blushed bright red, but didn’t try to cover myself. Instead, I smiled shyly and nodded.

“Yeah… pretty. The whole show really got to me.”

Mia took a step closer, looked me straight in the eyes and asked softly:

“Do you want to thank me?”

I swallowed. My pulse was racing. My pussy tightened with arousal.

“Yes…,” I whispered. “I’d love to.”