As I approached the "Single Rider" sign on the final day of Splash Mountain, a young woman cut in front of me, throwing a quick "excuse me" over her shoulder. I stifled my Angry Dad reaction; it's the Happiest Place on Earth, after all.
She was tall and lithe, with a head of curly hair that bounced as she walked. She had tied her Mouse t-shirt up below her breasts, showing off her back and slim hips, a body that looked like it had been to many dance classes. My eyes continued down to her backside, which was clad in high cut bikini bottoms, barely covering her well toned ass. While the analytical side of my brain wondered about park dress codes, the brain that resides in my shorts started reaching forward to say hi.
She turned to look at me, giving me the same up and down appraisal.
"Making history today, aren't we?" she said quietly.
"Umm, yeah, end of an era," I mumbled back, my pulse pounding in my ears and in my shorts.
Her eyes moved down my body to the tent in my shorts, her smile getting bigger. "Last day of the ride, last chance to...make a memory." She winked as she turned, her hip grazing my cock as the line slowly moved forward.
As we got closer to the front, the line lurched to a sudden stop, the crowd shoving me forward. I ran full into her, my chest molding to her back, my stiffening cock pushing into the cleft of her buttocks. I choked out some apologies while I pushed backwards, but I was stuck; people were just too excited about the ride and were straining forward. Speaking of straining forward, the motion was only grinding my increasingly hard dick further into this woman's ass.
She looked over her shoulder and winked at me again, her sly smile showing perfect white teeth and a perfectly naughty mindset.