"A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 07" is a continuation of "A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure" Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. If you have not yet read those stories, I advise doing so before you start to read this story. This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events are unintentional and entirely coincidental.
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It was a sunny and beautiful Saturday morning when I arrived at the airport with my beautiful girlfriend, Becca.
Normally, it was difficult to find parking near the airport. However, luck was on our side today.
There was an available parking spot that was relatively close to the airport doors.
"We're here," I told Becca, as I parked the van that I recently rented.
"Thanks again for the ride, dear," Becca said, as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"You're quite welcome," I told her.
Becca was heading to Orlando, Florida for a cheerleader competition. She was planning on recruiting a few cheerleaders for some of her unique projects. She was particularly interested in cheerleaders that clearly had urges and that were eager to express themselves in bedrooms and on film.
"Can I get a goodbye kiss before I go?" Becca asked me. "I would love to feel your mouth on my lips before I take off."
"Of course," I answered, as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
I leaned towards Becca and gave her a deep and passionate kiss on her lips. After our lips separated, she giggled at me.
"Not those lips," she said. "The other set of lips. Your favorite set. I made sure to shave around that area just for you."
My eyes widened as I realized what Becca wanted.
"Becca, we're at a fucking airport," I whispered. "Are you nuts? I can't do that here."
"We're not going to get caught," Becca promised. "There's a reason I asked you to rent a vehicle with tinted windows before you drove me here. So we can have fun without getting caught."
At that moment, Becca spread her legs, lifted up her dark blue miniskirt, and showed me her sexy pink panties. Her panties were covered in purple flowers and had dark blue lace.
I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her panties, and they already looked moist.
"So let's have some fun," Becca said. "I really want you to pull these little panties down and give me a sweet kiss before I go. Please?"
I thought about saying no, but Becca's offer was just too tempting for me to resist.
"Okay," I said. "But try not to scream too loud."
"I'll try," she promised.
I smiled as I grabbed Becca's pink panties and pulled them down her legs.
Then I pressed my mouth against Becca's pink lips and made out with them.
Giving cunnilingus was a regular thing for me these days, but I never got tired of making Becca, or other beautiful women, moan and scream whenever I went down on them.
I flicked my tongue out and pressed it against Becca's clit as I played with her succulent twat.
I heard Becca cry out as I pleasured her extremely sensitive clit with my warm pink tongue.
At that moment, I pushed my lips directly against Becca's pink lips, pressing down on them as much as I could. I inserted my tongue into her and moved it against the walls of her delicious pussy.
As I moved my tongue back and forth, I made sure to rub my upper lip up against Becca's clit, stimulating as much of her pussy as I possibly could. I could feel Becca's legs shake as I satisfied my favorite pussy.
Becca screamed as my mouth did its job and gave her another unforgettable orgasm.
She let out several loud cries as she squirted. I gasped as she came right into my mouth.
I could hear Becca breathing loudly as she filled my mouth up with her warm moist cum.
After I got my share of cum, I removed my mouth from Becca's twat. Becca's breathing slowly returned to normal as I pulled my lips and tongue off of her.
I smiled as I stared at her drenched pussy.
At that moment, Becca placed three fingers on her right hand inside of her pussy and collected her pussy juice. She smiled as she removed her hand and licked her own cum right off of her fingers.
Once Becca finished swallowing her cum, she pulled her panties back up.
"Thank you for the sweet kiss," she told me. "You really are a sweetheart. Promise you'll fantasize about me while I'm away?"
"Oh, I'll definitely be fantasizing about you," I told her.
"Good," she said.
At that moment, Becca leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth as she made out with me. She moved her sweet pink tongue around as she collected her own cum from my mouth.
After several seconds passed, our lips and tongues separated, and our kinky fun came to an end.
After we climbed out of the van, I helped Becca get her luggage out of the vehicle.
She picked her stuff up and prepared to head towards the airport.
"I love you," Becca told me, as she headed towards the airport doors.
"I love you too," I replied.
With a smile, Becca walked towards the airport doors. As she prepared to enter, she lifted her miniskirt up and gave me a good view of her ass, which was only slightly covered by her pink panties.
My cock jumped right up as I stared at my girlfriend's ass.
Becca giggled as she pulled her miniskirt down and headed into the airport.
I didn't know what I was going to do for the rest of the day, but I knew that I would have plenty of things that I could fantasize about and plenty of orgasms that I could have.
I thought about Becca as I drove down a busy street and back to my apartment.
I was halfway home when I realized that the van's fuel tank was about to become empty.
With a sigh, I pulled my vehicle into a nearby gas station. Unfortunately, I drove into a huge mud puddle before I could reach a gas pump.
I parked the van, climbed out of it, and stared at the mud that attached itself to my vehicle.
I realized that I would probably need to take the van to a car wash before I could return it.
With an exasperated sigh, I paid for the gasoline with my credit card.
As I pumped gasoline into the vehicle's gas tank, I noticed something across the street. It was a car washing fundraiser.
Twelve women were washing a blue Civic in the parking lot. The women were all wearing orange bikinis. However, the orange bottoms, for some weird reason, looked like cheerleader spankies.
My heart began to beat rapidly as I realized who the women were. College cheerleaders.
I promptly topped off my vehicle, climbed back into the van, and drove to the car washing site.
I pulled my car up the parking lot and rolled my driver's window down so that the women could see me.
A young woman with dark brown hair and light blue eyes approached me. She smiled at me.
"Hi, my name is Dani," the woman said. "Are you interested in getting your vehicle washed today?"
"Yes, please," I answered. "Just out of genuine curiosity, what is this for?"
"We're all cheerleaders," Dani explained. "We need to raise just over three thousand dollars for a trip next month. So we're giving car washes to help raise the money."
