"Don't play coy with me, you're not here to just look around."
She whispered into my ear, and playfully nibbled on the lobe. Her breasts pushed against my back, and I could feel her heart beat -- fast, faster still. Her hand slid up my pant leg as we walked-- gently, taking its time, exploring the fabric as it brushed past my hardening member and found its way to my belt.
Her other hand worked its way through my hair, as the metal cart soared by our heads and the tourists screamed.
---
Lea was fresh out of her freshman year, home for the summer. She had been a bit doe-eyed and innocent when I had known her in high school -- I had barely known her, but I had developed a crush on her from the moment I saw her. She had a boyfriend through those four years, though, and they were inseparable -- but that crumbled the moment there was the slightest distance between them. After returning home for the summer, she started back up at her summer job at Disney World. It paid shit, but a 19-year old couldn't expect much better in Orlando, Florida.
Though we hadn't spoken directly about it, I could tell that she had a "sexual renaissance" up in Chicago her first year of college -- she held herself with more confidence, wore shirts cut low, walked with an enticing sway of the hips. It was the change in her smile that stood out the most, though -- gone was the thin lipped, shy beam from high school. Instead, when she smiled, it was a smirk that promised something sexier, more private.
Lea was all curves -- a round ass, hugging against her tight khakis, straining against the seams whenever she bent over. A thin waist, and perfect C-cup breasts that peaked from her cleavage and begged to be touched. She was tiny and Spanish, with an olive complexion, full lips, and sleek black hair down to her shoulders. And I knew, when I ran into her at the grocery store three days before, that I had to have her.
We hit it off like we had been best friends -- joked about how awkward we were in high school, teased each other about the time I had been suspended for lubing the doorknobs as a senior prank; about the goth phase she went through 9
th
grade year (hadn't we all?).
"I'm working at Magic Kingdom now -- I help chubby tourists into their seats at Space Mountain," she explained to me as she loaded groceries into her car. "You should swing by, I'll give you a tour on my break."
She smiled that new, sensual smile at me, and she was gone. I asked around the next few days for a Disney day pass -- when you live in a town like Orlando, everybody and their parents work in one way or another for the Walt Disney Corporation. I finally found a friend with a few extra passes, and set my alarm for early the next morning.
Disney is a clusterfuck during the summer, and the line for Space Mountain was two hours long that morning. When I finally got to the front, there she was -- in a black button down and khaki pants, looking miserable -- but in an ethereal way. Her eyes brightened when she saw me, though, and she flashed me that smile again. As she was strapping me into the seat, her fingers brushed against my chest.
"Wait for me by the exit in a half hour, I'll be off for lunch then."
With that, the cart lurched forward, and the ride commenced. For those who have never ridden Space Mountain, it's on paper a fairly tame roller coaster -- a few drops and turns, no loops, nothing too intense. It's made more exciting, however, because almost the entire ride takes place in "space" -- a huge, pitch black amphitheater with flickering "stars" on the ceiling and walls. You zoom around in the darkness, and the tight turns and drops makes it feel like you could smash into a wall at any moment. It wasn't my first time on the ride, but it was always exciting.
I felt dizzy as I exited, and sat down on a bench near the gift shop where the ride let out. I played Angry Birds on my phone -- what else was I supposed to do as a single male at Disney? Soon enough, soft hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who?"
"Mickey? Mickey Mouse? Mickey, can you sign my princess wand?"
Lea pulled her hands away, and slapped the back of my head.
"I get enough of that shit on the job, don't you start in too. Come on, we haven't got long."
She grabbed my hand, and pulled me around a corner to the Employee Entrance for the ride.
"Where are you taking me?"
I laughed as she tightened her grip on my hand, and walked me through a plain, tile hallway -- like something out of an office building. Her response was enigmatic, and a little disconcerting.
"You'll see..."
We entered through a door clearly marked "Do Not Enter" into a black void. I was greeted with the grinding of gears, the
whoosh
and
clank
of coaster carts speeding around a track, the whooping and hollering of people young and old as they flew around the track. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the stars faded into view -- all around me, points in the night.
My view was blocked by Lea's face as she slipped in front of me. She ran her hand through my hair, and gave me a quick, passionate kiss. Her teeth bit softly against my lower lip -- and just like that, she pulled away without a word, walking me deeper into space.
We stopped in the middle of the room -- or at least, it seemed like it to me. While on the ride, you never really realized how massive the "mountain" really was -- the stars stretched out around us, and through a astronomy class I had taken as an elective, I thought I could make out Andromeda, Aquarius, Orion and his belt.
"Don't play coy with me, you're not here to just look around."
We were back to the beginning. Her hand finished roaming through my hair, and grabbed hold of a lock -- her grip wasn't rough, but it still held me in place. I inhaled sharply, and she leaned into my ear.
"That's what I like to hear."
Her other hand undid my belt smoothly, and my pants slackened, held up by my bulge. As she did this, my arms wrapped behind me, finding their way to her ass. I squeezed tightly, and she squeaked -- she wasn't going to be the only one in control here.
She tightened her grip on my hair, and her hand worked her way into my pants. She planted kiss after kiss on my neck and shoulder as she found my eight inch cock, and grasped on. As I massaged her juicy ass through her pants, she began to stroke my shaft -- softly and slowly at first, her tempo quickening as her lips pressed harder and harder into my neck, her hand tightening in my hair, a soft moan escaping from her lips.
A woman's high-pitched scream shot by in the darkness. I glanced up. Lea giggled through her kisses.
"They can't hear us, babe."
At that, she bit my neck playfully, pulling my head back by my hair as she circled my dick with her fingers. She was taking control of me -- that wasn't how I was going to let this happen.
I pulled her in front of me, and shoved her up against a metal support beam for the ride. The word that escaped her lips was half a gasp and half a moan.
Ohhh...
I could see through the dim light that she was biting her lip, like she was expecting me. I grabbed hold of her toned waist, and ran them up her, pulling her shirt up with them and exposing her fit waist. The "freshman 15" had missed this one.
I worked my way under her bra, squeezing against her supple breasts. This ignited something in her, and she pulled me close, working her tongue against mine like they were fighting. She pushed me away only for a brief moment, to pull her shirt up and over her head, but her hungry eyes never left mine as she did so.
She grinded on me, her hands exploring my back, scratching against the skin and diving beneath my boxers to grab ahold of my butt cheeks. At this point, my loose pants had fallen below my knees, and I could feel my dick rubbing against her thigh through the thin cotton boxers.
I undid her bra -- they were a front clasp -- and they fell to the floor, exposing her breasts. They were natural, but they held their beautiful, round positions atop her chest, dark nipples staring at me. I dove between her boobs; I needed to eat her whole. She tried to stifle her gasp, but even over the roaring coasters, I could still hear it.
