It's been a hot summer day and we've been on almost every ride at the park, finishing up at my favorite. We're laughing like little kids as we climb into the Ferris Wheel. I know he thinks I'm up to something as I make him sit on the same side as me and toss my sweatshirt on his lap. He looks at me questioningly, "You don't want to hold it anymore?"
I know I'm already starting to blush when I look back over at him, "Not quite". And we start to move.
The second we're off the ground enough so people can't easily see us I slide my hand under the sweatshirt, my fingers tracing along his thigh before moving over his cock, squeezing gently through his pants I watch his expression as he realizes what I want to do. Grinning, I quickly pull at the zipper of his pants. He jumps slightly, "What are you doing?"
I lean over and run my lips along his ear and neck, reaching in and taking his cock out, hidden under the sweatshirt. "I've wanted to touch you all day long. Think you can cum before the ride is over?" I ask as I nip at the sensitive skin of his neck. My lips run along his jaw, gently kissing, feeling his struggle between letting me continue the sensations he's getting and the possibility of being caught.