Moments with cheerleader - Chapter 4

Rachel's cheeks flushed slightly as she obediently began to work her arms out of her uniform. "Sure thing, Coach Brad. Here goes nothing." She obediently stripped down to her underwear, revealing her voluptuous frame. Coach Brad noticed her reaction and remarked casually, "You have a very beautiful figure. Your bra and panties are just as vibrant as you."

Rachel slipped into the outfit slowly, allowing the garments to glide over her body gracefully. "Thank you so much, Coach Brad! You really know how to make someone feel good about herself. Now, where should I put my current uniform?" Rachel asked sincerely, wanting to allow for as much clear floor space for this new routine.

"You can place your tryout uniform in the corner and then continue with my instructions," said Coach Brad authoritatively.

Rachel nodded attentively, placing her tryout uniform in the corner before describing her appreciation for the new outfit, "Wow, this uniform feels amazing! It's so comfortable and fits perfectly. I can already feel the confidence flowing through me.

"That's good. Please stretch out your hands over your head and arch your back," explained Coach Brad, as he stared intently at her figure.

Rachel complied, reaching for the ceiling before making a bridge, folding her body into an inverted 'C'. "What next, Coach?" she asked pleasantly despite the blood rushing to her head.

"You can come back up, Rachel. That was just an inspection to make sure a cheerleader's breasts don't push out of the unform. It appears to work well. Your breasts look perky without being exposed," complimented Coach Brad as he continued assessing her readiness.

"Thanks, Coach Brad! I appreciate your expertise in choosing such a fitting outfit. I'm glad my breasts are perfect for the uniform."

She maintained eye contact, projecting strength and resilience. "Now, shall we proceed with the cheer you mentioned?" Rachel proposed, stepping closer to display initiative and leadership qualities crucial for being an excellent cheerleader.

"We certainly will Please turn around and touch your toes," Coach Brad affirmed.

"Touching my toes, got it!"  Rachel exclaimed playfully, turning away from Coach Brad and bending deeply at the waist to reach downward until her fingertips met the carpet.