“Oh God, oh God,” she moaned, her mouth still on Kirby, her fingers clutching Kirby’s legs convulsively. But Kirby didn’t notice, crying out with each of her own spasms. When Kirby sank slowly to the grass, Gwyn held her close until she finally calmed.
With a deep and satisfied breath, Gwyn stood up, reached into the side pocket of her now-wrinkled trousers, and took out her business card. Then she bent down and stuck it into a pocket of the black leather pants.
“Here’s my number. Call me sometime.” Gwyn grinned at the stunned, disheveled, and very beautiful woman still slumped on the ground. She sauntered over to the motorcycle parked almost out of sight under a nearby tree, its chrome gleaming faintly. She unclipped her helmet and threw her leg over the saddle.
Just before the motor of the vintage Nighthawk rumbled into life and she roared off into the darkness, Gwyn heard Kirby say, “Oh fuck,” and laugh softly to herself.
The Happiest Place on Earth
Julie Cannon
I first saw her standing in line at the Ferris wheel. She was long and lean and wore confidence as if it were a second skin. She oozed subtle sexuality and her body language said in no uncertain terms she could handle adventure. As I watched, it was apparent that she wasn’t with anyone in the group of women gathered around her. My pulse began to race as I envisioned what she would be like. My imagination ran away with me as I thought of what she looked like underneath the tight shorts and formfitting tank top. What would her smooth, tan skin feel like beneath my fingers and taste like in my mouth? What would ecstasy sound like coming from the very kissable lips that were smiling at me?
Smiling at me! Holy shit!
Not being able to resist, I stepped in line. Three of her friends were between us and I had no trouble keeping her in sight. She boarded the car with her friends and I entered the one behind her. She was facing me and her eyes kept straying to mine as the big wheel rotated. No self-respecting lesbian makes that kind of eye contact if she’s not interested. I returned the subtle acknowledgment as her long fingers pushed the curly, dark hair back from her face. My clit started to tingle as I imagined those fingers in me. I was wet and a little light-headed as I followed her off the ride.
Virtual Reality
Her group’s next destination was a virtual reality ride simulating hang-gliding over the Swiss Alps. I was four steps behind her as we entered the enclosed building. I wanted to be closer, actually I wanted to be all over her, but this was as close as I dared get right now. We were herded into long rows of seats, and due to the laws of mathematics, I ended up sitting beside her. My hands began to sweat as the lights dimmed.
Two minutes into the ride, I felt a warm hand on my thigh. It was all I could do not to jump out of my seat at the unexpected contact. I glanced to my right and she was watching the screen, but she had a smirk on her face that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Oh, what the hell. As we sailed over the mountainside, she started her own exploration up and down my thigh. Her roaming hand kept rhythm with the ride and as we climbed in altitude, her fingers climbed dangerously close to my now-throbbing clit. An instant before she would have made contact her hand stopped, the ride ended, and the lights came up.
Through the roaring in my head I saw that her hands were shaking as she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and stood. With a come-hither wink my way, she exited the building with me right on her heels.
Twister
“How many in your party?” the ever-so-polite ride attendant asked.
She cast me a coy smile. “Two?”
My heart jumped from my chest into my throat and landed smack dab in the southern region of my crotch. I managed to squeak out my affirmative reply. We were directed to the blue car and just before she stepped in, she turned and looked at me. Her eyes raked my body from head to toe with a long, sultry look. My bare legs held her attention the longest and when her eyes met mine, her intent was clearly visible.
“Would you like to sit in the back?”
That position would put her between my legs, and my tingling hands would have complete access to her. Would I? You bet!
I licked my lips and returned the lustful look with one of my own.
“My pleasure.”
I slowly stepped around her, intentionally brushing against her body as I passed. The heat radiating from her bare shoulders begged for my wet mouth.
She cast me a scorching look. “Actually, I think it will be mine.”
Holy shit! The seating was small and cramped and as she climbed in and moved to sit between my extended legs, her firm ass passed in front of my face. I struggled with my natural instinct to reach out and caress the beautiful form as it descended. When the safety bar engaged, she was forced to slide tightly against me.
I reached around and grasped the bar in front of her. My already hard nipples pressed into her back and I could feel her breathing change. As the ride began, she wiggled her body closer to mine and I broke out in a cold sweat.
“Ready?”
I felt her voice vibrate through her chest. She knew what she was doing to me and I think she even enjoyed my discomfort a little bit. Well, two can play at this game. I leaned forward and put my lips next to her ear. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
As we headed for the first turn I moved my hands from the bar and wrapped them around her midsection. I felt her stiffen in surprise before she settled back against me. The instant we entered the dark tunnel, I jumped at the opportunity and put one hand on her breast and the other just below her belt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I felt her nipple harden in my palm. I gently tweaked the firm bud as I lowered my lips to her bare neck.
Just as my tongue began to explore her ear, we exited into the bright sunlight. I instinctively pulled away and looked around to see if we had an audience. We were too high for anyone to peer in at us and she laid her head back on my shoulder, granting me complete access to her flesh. As I teased the inside of her ear with my tongue, her hands covered mine and she pulled me tighter. I hung on for dear life during the thirty-foot drop.
The angle of the ascent to the next section of the coaster pushed her body back into mine. She grabbed my hand from her stomach and shoved it between her legs. Through her shorts I could feel her, warm and damp, my own crotch mirroring hers. She pressed my hand hard into her as the car crested the hill.
“Get ready. Here we go,” I whispered as the car roared down the length of the track.
Through the screams of the other riders I heard her moan. I pinched her nipple hard and slid my fingers under the leg of her shorts. I felt drenched panties and I glided my fingers past the thin barrier. Way too soon, the ride was coasting to a stop under the peering eyes of the next group of riders in line.
I had to release her and as I drew my hands away, I passed one under my nose, pretending to rub an itch. The itch I really had was more centrally located between my legs but due to the circumstances, I settled for the scent of her instead.
“You smell wonderful,” I murmured into her ear just before she rose. My legs were shaking as I exited the ride and my equilibrium was a little off. I carefully climbed down the stairs and gingerly stepped into the crowd.
Rest Stop
Her group crowded up to a concession stand and she ordered a double scoop of vanilla ice cream. They sat on the benches under a shady tree and I grabbed a Coke and followed to a seat across the walkway. It wasn’t very long before she started licking her ice cream like it was a beautiful woman. Her pink tongue darted out with long strokes and slowly licked the dripping treat. We made eye contact as some of it escaped and trickled down her chin. My eyes were frozen on her movements and I held my breath as she wiped the dribble with her finger. My breath caught and I swore I could actually feel that finger spreading my own juices across my clit. When she put it in her mouth, I stifled a moan as I imagined her fingers entering me. I knew they would be hard and demanding and know exactly how to take me over the edge. My ass cheeks tightened as I lifted m
y hips off the bench, giving her complete access to my dripping pussy in my mind. She slowly eased her finger out and sensuously licked the tip with her tongue. I thought I was going to come right there in front of God and everybody. Fuck!
She quirked a small smile at my reaction and returned her attention to the tantalizing treat. Her tongue moved in short, quick strokes over the melting liquid and I felt my body unconsciously moving with her rhythm. It was a very bad idea when I crossed my legs to ease the pressure that was pounding on my clit. My orgasm barreled down upon me before I knew what hit me and it took all of my strength to hold it back. With one final lick and a wipe of her mouth, they were off again.
Sky Rider
After that display of raw seduction, my legs barely carried me to the oldest, tamest, yet most popular ride in the park. The gondolas crisscrossed the park, offering the occupants a panoramic view of the city and the attractions below. The woman whose scent still clung to my fingers chatted with her friends, and it was clear they had no idea what had transpired between their friend and the stranger.
This time, I boarded the ride first. I was pleasantly surprised when she climbed in behind me. The door closed and she took the seat across from me. The car took flight along with my imagination. I slowly put my fingers in my mouth and gave her my best I-can’t-wait-to-taste-you smile. She acknowledged my actions with a blush and a knowing smile in return.
“Do you come here often?”
Her voice was deep and husky. She discarded her sandals, and her long legs stretched across the space between us. Her foot slid between my legs and I choked on my reply.
I licked my lips and finally found my voice. “I’ve never come here before.”
“It seems we have something in common.”
Her foot was doing magical things to my crotch and my eyes dropped to her breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened under my gaze. “Actually, I think we have quite a lot in common.”
I dragged my eyes up and my breath stopped at the look of raw desire in her eyes. The pressure on my clit increased in direct relation to the fire in her eyes.
“Are you enjoying the ride?”
There was more that just politeness in her question. Even in my current state of arousal I was able to comprehend that every question had a double meaning. This verbal fucking was definitely increasing the wetness of my crotch. “You know I am.”
“Yes, I can tell.” Her eyebrows quirked up and down. “Do you want me to stop?”
The thought terrified me. I squeezed my thighs together, effectively trapping her foot. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better hurry. We’re almost to the end of the ride.”
I turned around and estimated we had another minute before we were forced to disembark. I opened my legs and relaxed against the back of the seat. She accepted the invitation and her toes wiggled with a skill I had never experienced. I was oblivious to the people twenty feet below as she fucked my pussy with her toes. Within seconds I grasped the edge of the gondola as stars flashed before my eyes. The look of satisfaction on her face as I came burned into my mind.
The ride ended and I tore my eyes away from her beautiful face to determine where we might go next. I spotted exactly what I needed and I nodded in her direction. She obviously understood my message because she and her friends headed for the ride as well.
Outer Space
While we waited in line, she hung back from her friends, allowing me to get closer. I whispered so only she could hear. “Ride with me again.”
“Yes,” was all she needed to say.
The closer we got to the entry point of the ride, the faster my pulse raced. My fingers tingled as I remembered the all-too-brief encounter with her wet, swollen pussy, and my arousal leaked out of my panties again. My knees threatened to collapse and I desperately grabbed for the handrail. I had never been so turned on by a total stranger as I was right now. One touch and I’d be over the edge again.
This ride was like the Twister, but simulated a rocketship careening through outer space and had the significant advantage of being the longest ride in the park. And it was completely in the dark. I couldn’t have picked a better place. The line was moving at a snail’s pace and I could tell she was just as anxious to get on the ride as I. Her face was flushed, her breathing was short and shallow, and her hands were clenched tightly to her sides. She looked like she was ready to explode. I took a step closer, my mouth barely brushing her hair.
“Are you thinking about me? Are you imagining my lips on your neck and my fingers on your clit? Are you feeling me slide my fingers inside you again?” I shifted and my hips pushed into her. “I am.”
I felt her tremble against me but she didn’t step away. I’m going to make you as crazy as you made me. “Will you come right away? Will you be able to hold out and just enjoy how good it feels to have my hands on you?” I paused, knowing I had her full attention. “Let’s find out.”
We climbed into the car in the same position we were in when we began this little encounter, and this time as her ass passed in front of me, I could smell her excitement. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head from the rush. As the car moved forward I heard her pray that the ride would break.
As soon as we were out of view from the other riders, my hands were busy. I reached under her shirt and when I grasped her firm, bare breasts, she shuddered against me. I nibbled on her ear as I gently caressed her. Her breasts swelled to fill my palms perfectly as we rode up and down in the dark. I pinched her nipples, keeping pace. I finally cupped her crotch and she quickly pushed my fingers inside her shorts and under her panties. Yes!
She was wetter than ever and as I explored her, she shuddered again. Her clit was hard and wet and begging for my attention. I couldn’t suppress a moan as I lightly touched it. She arched against me and grasped my legs with her strong hands. Divine intervention struck as the car lurched and suddenly came to a stop. The emergency lights came on, allowing me to see that our car was on a section of track that provided us total privacy. There may have been cameras in the ceiling, but at that moment, I didn’t care.
She lifted her hips. “God, it feels good to have your fingers on me. Don’t tease me. Touch me again.”
But I wanted to tease her. I wanted her to writhe and squirm with desire under my fingers. I wanted her to need my touch like no one ever before. I wanted her to remember me for the rest of her life.
“Uh! That’s it. Right there!”
It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. Actually, I was so turned on by her arousal I couldn’t help myself. I had to feel her.
“Rub it a little harder. Harder! Perfect.”
I clenched my teeth at the sound of pure desire in her voice. I desperately wanted her to reach around and touch me but instead I closed my eyes to focus on her pleasure. Her sex swelled in my hand, and I actually felt her passion seep into me.
A few breathless moments later she instructed me. “Go in me. Please go in me!”
She enclosed me like a warm, wet glove. She pushed my fingers deep inside her. Jesus, I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it. Ooh man, that feels good. How about another? Yes? Ooh, yes.
Through the sound of the maintenance crew investigating the cause of the breakdown I heard her murmur, “Yes, just like that. In and out. Nice and slow. Fuck me with your fingers.”
Being the compliant girl that I am, I followed her directions to the letter. And it was definitely the letters F-U-C-K-M-E!
I fucked her the way I wanted to be fucked. Hot breath down my neck while skilled fingers move in and out of me in time with the pulsing waves of desire. Light, teasing flicks of a thumb on my swollen clit, aching for release.
“Pinch my nipple.”
Yes ma’am.
“Harder! Oh God, you almost made me come.”
That’s right, open your legs and let me have you, all of you. No, I won’t take my fingers out. Christ, you are so sexy. You’re beautiful and
not afraid to respond. Go with it. Enjoy yourself. This is the way you like it, isn’t it? Soft and slow, then fast and hard. And I know you like it when I wiggle my fingers up in you. Your breath catches in your throat and the sound you make has taken me over the edge twice already. “Are you ready?”
She didn’t have a chance to answer as spasms racked her body. She heaved against me, her body trembling. Her fingers gripped my legs with such force I knew I’d have bruises for a week. Go, girl. That’s it, let it out. I feel your contractions on my fingers! Holy shit, you’re going to break my hand! Let up a little.
My body started to twitch in the familiar pinging of impending orgasm. My mouth was dry and my own breathing was so shallow I was getting light-headed. My grip on her tightened as I teetered on the brink.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers.” My breath was ragged in her ear. Her hair tickled my nose and I imagined it was the damp, curly hair that encircled my fingers. I could smell her, and her taste tormented my tongue. “Jesus, you’re hot. I need to hear you. You’re making me crazy. I need to come.”
She pushed my fingers deeper inside her. When she moaned, I came instantly, rocking against her. I’ve never been able to come without direct stimulation, but the woman in my arms was enough to send me over the top.
We quieted, bodies drained, as the ride began again. We were gasping for breath and not a millimeter separated us. My hand cramped due to the odd angle, but I ignored the pain. Her bare arms were covered in a fine sheen of sweat that I was desperate to lick off. Unfortunately, we were nearing the end of the ride.
“Holy Jesus, you’re beautiful.” As we approached the exit point, I saw that no one was waiting in line. I was desperate to have her hands on me. The car came to a stop and I jumped out.
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