Marching Band My Ass

Fbailey story number 826


Marching Band My Ass


My daughter wanted to join the marching band. It was not a school event but a town run activity for our children to help keep them off the streets and to help prevent them from getting into trouble. Amber and I had attended a practice session to see if it was really what she wanted to get into.

I was surprised at the tight sexy outfits that the girls in the front were wearing. They were unbelievably sexy.

After they had put on their show, one of the girls that had been holding the big long sign with their name on it came up to me on the bleachers.

Her mother had been sitting in front of us but just off to my right. In fact she was just past my daughter who was on my right but down a row. Amber was wearing her usual outfit consisting of a too tight top and a too short skirt.

I had noticed that the woman had been turning around a lot to look at me…but she really wasn’t looking at me…she was looking up Amber’s skirt. I noticed that her knees would open and close with the music.

I on the other hand got to look down her blouse. It had a scoop neckline and it was a little too big on her. So without a bra on, I had a pretty decent view. I had seen her dark nipples often.

Stacey climbed up the seats to us and kissed her mother right on the lips. Then she stood on the seat before Amber and said, “Hi Amber! Are you thinking about joining our Band?”

The three of them started chattering away. It was fast and quite chaotic and it just blended into the background.

I took the opportunity to stare at Stacey’s crotch. Why not, it was certainly on display. It appeared to be one of those ballet tops that look like a one-piece bathing suit. It was white, it looked thin, and I thought that I was able to see a dark slit underneath. She had worked up a sweat with the exaggerated style of marching as she held up half of that sign. The sweat had turned the material transparent before my eyes. I had been able to see her slit and possibly some blonde pubic hairs too.

I smiled…she was a natural blonde. I wondered if her mother was too. Interesting!

Eventually my attention was brought back to reality. My daughter was poking me and said, “Daddy! She asked you a question.”

I asked, “What?”

The lady said, “I’m Laura Lewis and I was telling your daughter that you should come to our parent’s meeting tomorrow at seven. Right here.”

At my daughter’s urging I said, “Okay! See you then.”

I attended the parent’s meeting for new members and I was immediately assigned the Mrs. Lewis’ team.

Mrs. Laura Lewis was gorgeous. She was tall, thin, and reminded me a lot of my ex-wife. She was wearing the March Band T-shirt and very tight white shorts. The T-shirt was white and she was obviously not wearing a bra.

I looked at the other two women on her “team” and they also had the same white T-shirt and shorts on without bras.

I smiled to myself thinking about being with three beautiful women.