We were on our way back from a cup-match against one of the London teams. Not a regular thing, but we had actually made good progress in the Amateur Rugby Cup this year and so found ourselves matched against some clubs from further afield than we were used to traveling. When I say "we", I am referring to the local Amateur Rugby League club that my husband, Dave, played for.
I was just a supporter, and follower, although the team seemed to have adopted me as a good-luck mascot, as they had been winning more games than usual since I started coming to watch them. The team was in good spirits, having won comfortably, as well as having been celebrating with a couple of crates of beer in the changing rooms after the game. Plus, they had managed to acquire from somewhere another couple of crates, for consuming on the coach home.
The only trouble with these away games was the length of time it took getting there and back. Not wanting to waste money on London hotels, the lads had decided they preferred the long coach trip home after the game, even though we were looking at about four hours traveling. Now, less than half an hour into the journey and they were starting to get bored.
"Hey, Marie, come here a minute," called someone in the group on the back seats.
I started to get up to see what they wanted, but Dave stopped me.
"Be careful," he warned, "you know they are probably going to try something."
"Well, if they do, let them," I told him, "You know they would not hurt me, and you also know I am always up for some fun. Besides, if I need you, I will yell, Okay?"
He nodded, smiling indulgently. He knew what I was like, and that no matter what went on, I would still be ready for his pleasure when we got home. As I made my way to the back, the team captain, Jack, grabbed my arm.
"Watch them, Marie," he told me, "you want me to have words with them?"
"No, it is fine, Jack," I told him, "if I need rescuing, I will yell our safe word. Otherwise, let them have their fun. Dave is already fine with it."
"If you are sure," he agreed, "but I might come along later just to join in if that is okay with you?"
"Jack, when have I ever said no to you?" I reassured him, "If you do decide to come and join the fun later, you will be more than welcome. Besides, we don't even know if they are going to do anything yet."
"Want to bet," he grunted, "I know those randy bastards all too well. I still remember how quickly they jumped at the chance of gangbanging you after the cup match."
"I never noticed you holding back at that," I laughed, "in fact, I seem to recall you were the first to have me."
"Come on, Marie," the call came again from the back of the coach, "come here."
"Aye, well, " Jack muttered, "just you be careful. Go on, have fun."
A slap on my backside sent me on my way. That stung. Not that my backside was all that well covered, dressed as I was in a short denim skirt and short sleeveless matching jacket, which displayed my assets rather than hid them, and left my midriff uncovered.
As usual, I had not bothered with any underwear, as I enjoyed the feeling of freedom that I got from not wearing bra or panties. I normally only wore those when I was enjoying some sexy fun and my partner (or partners) liked having something to take off my ever-eager body. One once told me it was like getting a Christmas present, and that half the fun was unwrapping it.
When I reached the back seats, after having more than one of the passengers stroke my bum as I passed, I saw several of the older lads were there along with young Alan, the youngest player in the side and still painfully shy.
"Hey, Marie," Bill said, "we reckon young Alan here has never been kissed, but he claims he got a kiss with you sometime, but will not tell us how or when."
"Bill, don't you know a true gentleman never kisses and tells," I told him, "and Alan is a true gentleman, as well as being a superb kisser," and I leaned forward to give Alan a kiss guaranteed to curl his toes.
His arm came up and round my neck, as our tongues teased each other, before he broke away, blushing deeply at the cheers from the other players.
"Was that all?" I asked cheekily, planting a kiss on the top of Bill's bald head.
I turned to leave, but was grabbed by the waist, and fell backward onto Bill's knee. I squealed as he lay me across several knees and planted a wet kiss on my bare belly.
"Hey, Bill," one of them called, "is she ticklish?"
"No idea," Bill replied, "shall we find out?"
A chorus of approval was his answer, from all the onlookers in nearby seats as well as those that I was lying across.
"Bill, Don't you..."
My objection was cut off as he tested my lower ribs for a reaction and had me squirming and giggling helplessly in seconds.
"Think so," Bill called to his questioner, "better make sure though."
He started again, and as I wriggled, trying to push his hands away, my wrists were grabbed and held by one of the lads sat near my head, leaving Bill free to explore just how ticklish I was. I squirmed and twisted, laughing uncontrollably, and two others held my feet and legs to stop them kicking,
By then my skirt had ridden up considerably, and my top was twisted crookedly, only one button on it still fastened. As Bill carried on with his tickling, and I laughed helplessly, I felt a shoe being removed and fingers started teasing the sensitive soles of my foot. The soles of my feet are the most sensitive areas for tickling me and I was squealing like a schoolgirl as I was tormented.
When the second shoe was also removed, the torment increased and I was helpless to stop the three ticklers from enjoying their fun. The final button on my top came undone as I squirmed as best I could while being held, and the top fell open to show my tormentors that I was not wearing a bra.
At least the display of bare tits distracted them from the tickling. At least momentarily. When the tickling resumed, the sight of my naked tits bouncing and jiggling free got a lot of attention, and I laughed until tears were rolling down my cheeks. Eventually, they took pity on me. Or more likely, they did not want to tire me out too quickly. Instead, they started exploring what was on display.
With my wrists still held firmly, I was only able to lie there, as those nearest leaned over to kiss the tits, and tease the nipples with teeth or lips, while those further away used fingers. Now I was squirming for a different reason, soft moans coming from me as the nipples swelled to full hardness, making them even more sensitive.
Other hands started exploring the displayed legs, stroking from ankles to upper thighs, some fingers sneaking their way up under the skirt, and finding a bare shaved pussy, already wet and waiting for their attention. I arched my back as fingers stroked slowly along my slit, feeling how wet I was. By now over half the team were gathered around watching the action on the back seats, making me even hornier, if that were possible.
Somebody noticed the two buttons holding the skirt on, and these were quickly undone, and the skirt folded back exposing my complete nakedness. In moments I had hands exploring every inch of the exposed flesh, stroking and teasing. Bill must have decided it was going too fast, because all of a sudden I was flipped over onto my tummy, leaving just my back, legs and bottom for them to play with.
Not that that stopped them enjoying themselves with what was still on display. My bottom, in particular, was getting a lot of attention. and I was wriggling nicely as I grew more aroused. The lads were making nice comments about my bum, which really pleased me until one mentioned how he would love to spank a bottom that sexy. There was silence as the idea sank in, then a few murmurs of agreement, and I could almost feel the lads loving the idea.
"Oh no," I said, trying to wriggle free, "you wouldn't?"
"Oh Really?" asked Bill, "want to bet?"
I was flipped over so I was bent over his knee, head down and held there by the man next to him gripping my shoulders, and bottom high.