Temporary cheerleader at the stadium

It was a massive charity football match in the big stadium. There were over 15,000 spectators there. The management had asked me if I could step in as a ‘stand-in cheerleader’ because one of the official cheerleaders had dropped out. I thought it was a brilliant idea – red pom-poms, a red cheerleader mini-skirt and, underneath, my trademark bikini peeking out from an open blouse. The skirt was very short, the blouse left a lot of my stomach exposed, but I felt sporty and sexy.

“You’ll just dance with the group and cheer on the spectators,” Jan had said. “And in between, you’ll be ‘put on display’ a bit – carried on shoulders or lifted up in formations. It’s all quite harmless and for a good cause.”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, I’d love to!”

The match was already underway, and I was standing with the other cheerleaders at the edge of the pitch. The crowd was loud, the atmosphere brilliant. Many spectators were wearing the red fan glasses again – “Red Vision” was written on them. I waved cheerfully and thought: “They really love me.”

Then came the first big moment.

The group formed a pyramid. I was chosen as the ‘top girl’. Two strong male cheerleaders lifted me high onto their shoulders. My short red skirt rode right up in the process. I stood at the top, pom-poms in hand, and waved to the crowd. The boys held me firmly by my thighs and bottom. I could feel their warm hands right against my skin.

“Smile and wave!” shouted the coach.

I smiled beaming and performed the required moves. The crowd cheered loudly. The people wearing red glasses, in particular, shouted and whistled with great enthusiasm.

This was followed by another formation: I was lifted up by four boys and held horizontally in the air – just like in a “fly”. My body was stretched out, legs slightly apart. My short skirt had ridden right up; I’d lost my blouse – I was left with just my bikini top. I was lying horizontally in the air, held only by strong hands beneath my bottom, on my thighs and beneath my breasts.

I laughed nervously and kept waving. “It feels so high!” I called out to the lads.

They just grinned and held me tighter. One hand was right under my bum, another “accidentally” slid further forward between my legs to stabilise me. I felt the touch clearly and got wet again straight away. My face grew hot.

The crowd went wild.

There were breaks in between where we danced at the edge of the stage. With every high kick or jump, my skirt rode up. I kept quickly pulling it down, but it was simply too short. The boys “kindly” helped me and adjusted the fabric – often with both hands, which brushed against my labia through the thin material.

By now I was completely aroused. My nipples were pressing hard against the crop top; between my legs it was warm and wet. But I kept smiling and thought: “The audience loves the show. It’s all just part of the performance.”

For the climax, I was lifted up once more – this time in the ‘torch position’. I was sitting on a boy’s shoulders, my legs wrapped around his neck, whilst another supported me from behind. My crotch was right in front of his face. The skirt had ridden right up. I could feel his warm breath through the thin fabric.

The crowd was shouting my name. I waved the pom-poms and shouted: “Come on, let’s win!”

I was having a brilliant time, even though I could hardly keep still with excitement. The boys’ hands were everywhere – on my thighs, under my bottom, sometimes just under my top on my breasts, ‘to hold me’.

When the match was over, I was hoisted onto people’s shoulders once more and carried through the stadium. The spectators wearing the red glasses cheered the loudest.

I waved happily and thought to myself: “I really am the temporary cheerleader of the year. The fans love me so much!”

I had no idea that, to everyone wearing the red glasses, the red cheerleader outfit was almost invisible. They saw a completely naked Lisa being lifted up, her breasts bouncing freely, her labia spread and touched as she was ‘displayed’ in various positions.

For me, it had just been an exciting, athletic show.

For the glasses-wearers, it was one of the hottest public displays they had ever seen.