My son’s car had broken down and he talked my wife and I into taking him to King’s Dominion this spring. It would be the first time I’d be in the park in years. We arrived just after 11 AM. Sean, our unorganized teenager, immediately dashed off, calling back that he’d met us at the park’s Eiffel Tour at 5 PM.
Gail and I went on the white-water rafting ride. I enjoyed waiting in line for our turn. I got to eyeball the people getting off the ride. A young brunette with large tits returned from the ride splashed with water. Her thin blouse was soaked. She might as well had not been wearing her top. The water had made it sheer. Her nipples stuck out. Her boyfriend curled his arm around her when he saw my stare and caressed her breast from the side.
We were next to get on when a very sexy girl with long blonde hair alit from the bobbing boat. Her sky blue, skin-tight shell was completely soaked. She had breasts the size of pink grapefruits that pushed hard against her wet bra through her transparent top. Her tight shorts were wet, but they were dark and did not reveal more of what was a curvy and trim athletic body. I was glad to get doused myself by the cascading water when it was our turn on the raft.
After taking in a magic show, eating in the Festhaus, and buying some trinkets, Gail and I went to the Eiffel Tower where we would meet Sean. There she was again, at the elevator going up. The curvy blonde girl from the white-water ride this morning.
“Let’s kill some time by riding up to the top,” I said disingenuously.
Gail winced and said, “Sure, ok”. She’s afraid of heights and was going just to please me. We got into the line for the elevator a few steps behind the shapely butt of the blonde girl.
“Please, move to the back so everyone can get on,” the conductor instructed us. I took Gail’s hand and we moved back to the glass wall overlooking the park. Everyone kept pushing in until the elevator was packed. Then I noticed the warm heat of soft flesh against the outside of my right hand.
I took a quick glance away from Gail and saw that my dream teen was next to me. She talked to her friend on her other side. Her body was pressed against my arm.
As the car lurched in an upward direction, I took the opportunity to turn my hand over, so that my fingertips were against her thighs. She didn’t panic or turn and look at me with anger. I took this as a good sign and casually drew my hand up, coincidently moving up her leg until I reached the stretch material of her shorts.
She kept chatting away with her friend. I stole a quick glance at Gail. She was gripping my other hand tightly and holding on to the rail with teeth gritted. She watched with frightened eyes the increasing height we were ascending from the ground.
I turned back to my angel. She’d stopped talking, but she hadn’t moved away from my hand – not that it would have been easy with the crowd in the elevator car. With the next lurch of the ascending car, I slid my hand across the thin stretch material of her shorts. My fingertips brushed across her covered pussy. From the side, I saw her jaw dropped a little, but she didn’t resist. She didn’t turn and glare at me.
I moved my hand back atop the crotch of her shorts. I rubbed my fingers firmly into her nether region. I felt the give when my finger pressed into her slit. It was a delicious softness.
She still didn’t glance at me and she didn’t stop me either. We were almost at the top.
