One of those rare lessons
where I didn't run about on a cold playground watching the sporty types play football. 500 words, so it's in the reply.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 13:56, 4 replies)

The trampoline
The Boys and girls never mixed in PE at our comprehensive except for trampolining and tennis. I've always enjoyed the trampoline and wasn't too bad at it either. However, in one year 11 lesson, Karen was in our group. I'd never seen Karen as a hottie. She never stood out from the crowd at all. She was fairly easy on the eye from the school-tie upwards, but she was no Angie (see QOTW a couple of weeks back).

But in that PE lesson, she stood out alright. Her legs were immaculate. Well toned, not wobbly but not too stringy and lean, a nice even colour and bear in mind that this was the late 80s, the fashion was that shorts were very short, this sort of length:

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(pretty girl in vest and shorts for those of you at work. In fact, change the colour in the dropdown list to navy, and the legs were pretty much like that too) so there was quite a lot of those truly exquisite legs on show. There wasn't much thigh left for the imagination, but then I didn't need to because...

She was jumping on the trampoline and as she fell, the bottom of her t-shirt flared out and lifted by maybe two inches. I could see her slender waist and occasionally a glimpse of the belly-button. Then my eyes drifted lower. Not only was her shirt billowing slightly, the bottom of those ever so short shorts were flaring out. Only slightly, but enough for me from my vantage point to see some undergarment. There it was again. And again. And again. Bless my lucky eyes.

I drifted sideways to get a better angle, and yes! I could make out the shape of her buttock partially shrouded in powder-blue cotton. I shifted slightly again and jackpot! I could clearly see the unmistakable contours of her pubis. I wanted so much to be on that grassy knoll, shooting the president. I was transfixed. The beauty of it was that it just looked like I was watching her the same as everybody else. It's just that I had a unique view. I didn't dare move in case I lost line of sight. I didn't dare move because it looked like I'd stashed a Coke bottle in my shorts.

Her turn finished and she made her way to the edge near me, as she did so, I automatically held my hand out to steady her and she took it. She lowered one lovely leg off the side and sat down onto the edge of the trampoline. Her other foot was still on the edge so her knee was bent double. Because of our respective positions, my forearm brushed along her inner thigh. Eek! I swear I felt a tiny bit of pre-cum escape. She got down properly, said thanks and wandered off to stand with her mate at the side of the trampoline.

I had to forfeit my next two turns with the excuse that I had landed funny and had cockled my ankle. It was either that or let the other kids see the losing battle my waistband was having trying to contain tumescence.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 13:58, closed)

Sigh...
Such a lovely story - I think I may have got dewy eyed there somewhere...

*clicks the original post*
( snee held his breath since, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 14:13, closed)

Clicks
Even more so cos I was at school with the girl in question too, so I know it's true :)
(Crevice 's contents puked and crawled back in again on, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 17:06, closed)

Have a click
Grassy knoll, wishing to be shooting the president. Wonderful!
(EuroSong I love horse meat: best of all the animals, Wed 25 Nov 2009, 1:15, closed)