Hooking up with some ohio state cheerleaders at a soda bar, sure can make a difference to a guys work. They were fit chicks, or physically fit women for those that can’t abbreviate. Anyways we got talking about xtreme fit babes; and they could see I had a crush on sexy cheerleaders.
So one fit blonde asked if I’d like a trip upstate to see nfl cheerleader fit beauties in their natural habitat - hot cheerleader tournaments. Or to be exact the highlight of the fit teen calendar; the nfl cheerleader cup.
Wow, yep the thought of all those fit abs and cheerleader outfit clad fit teens was an opportunity not to miss. The girls I was travelling with were hitchhiking and got a cheeky lift with some redskins cheerleaders (as did I).
We passed numerous buses coloured with cheerleader graphics. Snapping away at the tampa bay buccaneers cheerleaders, 49ers cheerleaders and the awesome dallas cowboys cheerleaders.
It seemed like all the college cheerleaders and fit chick nfl babes were all on the move.
As the transporter cheerleader graphics passed me by on the road, I daydreamed about cheerleaders locker rooms & fit lesbians – but I knew it was only going to stay a dream.
Helping out with the cowboy cuties.
However I still couldn’t wait to arrive.
Parking up; it was cheerleader costume heaven outside the bus, where fit birds dressed in colourful creations were giggling and reading up on their final cheer steps.
A painter drawing a set of cartoon cheerleaders for a billboard looked too distracted by all the horny cheerleader action. So I decided not to walk under his ladder.
I could see the dallas cowboys cheerleaders had beaten us here and were unloading their cases from the dirty cheerleaders bus.
A blonde cheerleader bent over some cases and it was far too much for our billboard guy we passed a minute ago.
My first cheerleader oops of the tournament happened when I could hear a clatter in the background as paint, metalwork and the billboard guy hit the ground.
We all rushed over to help; as this cheerleaders oops situation got tidied up.
Mostly it was me and some remaining dallas cheeleaders helping the stunned guy on his feet.
They looked me up and down, wondering why I was there I think? So I laughed;
“But im a cheerleader, cant you tell?” thinking I’d made a funny and then turned and walked back to my friends.
Then one of the dallas gals yelled something about “I wont fit into a cheerleader costume” – which got an even bigger laugh! – drat.
Mental note: I see I’ll have to be on my toes this weekend.