Marcelo
09-15-2016, 03:48 PM
It was Halloween night 2013. I was wearing my crappy mud run wig and had no fake boobs but I was wearing a really sexy lace panty (Vanity Fair Helenca string bikini) under my dangerously short cheerleader skirt. (A couple of the men with the mud run company got a peek ;-)
I heckled Juan Pablo Montoya about a move that costed him a win as he trotted past me on the obstacle course. I forget who the other driver was, I think he was one of the Busch brothers, but after his run he and some other people stood at the fence just staring at the other course marshal and myself. (We were the only two people in that area at the time) I think he was checking me out - hopefully he wasn't checking out the other guy - that guy was wearing man clothes and didn't have near the figure I had. (Actually he had about double the figure I had).
It was fun, I was supporting a good cause, I won the costume contest, helped some couch potatoes over some obstacles, did a few obstacles myself and got to eat more than my fill of Olive Garden lasagna after the event. If I had been out of the closet and if she had still been alive it would have been a great story to tell my mom. Other than that it was just another night of volunteering as Marcy the cheerleader.
Anyone similar experiences? Please share!
Marcelo
I heckled Juan Pablo Montoya about a move that costed him a win as he trotted past me on the obstacle course. I forget who the other driver was, I think he was one of the Busch brothers, but after his run he and some other people stood at the fence just staring at the other course marshal and myself. (We were the only two people in that area at the time) I think he was checking me out - hopefully he wasn't checking out the other guy - that guy was wearing man clothes and didn't have near the figure I had. (Actually he had about double the figure I had).
It was fun, I was supporting a good cause, I won the costume contest, helped some couch potatoes over some obstacles, did a few obstacles myself and got to eat more than my fill of Olive Garden lasagna after the event. If I had been out of the closet and if she had still been alive it would have been a great story to tell my mom. Other than that it was just another night of volunteering as Marcy the cheerleader.
Anyone similar experiences? Please share!
Marcelo