A warm summer's breeze gently brushed against Rachel's soft face. The sun dropped behind the horizon sending shards of golden light across the sky. The sound of a travelling fair filled the night air, getting louder as she approached.
It had been a while since Rachel had been to a fair. She wandered around looking at the various stalls. Remembering what fun she used to have as a child. Her mind returned to the fun she used to have when she took a ride on the silly ghost trains, they had always scared her, but that had never stopped her riding on them. On that thought she decided to seek out the ghost train wondering if she had overcome her fears.
Wandering around through the stalls, looking out for the cheap tacky Ghost train, set up in a corner with plastic ghosts, water squirting from the ceiling, and spooky noises playing through an old broken tape player, she wondered how she could ever have been afraid.
Eventually she found it, as expected an old rickety shack, shabbily painted, run by a fat balding man, trying to make out that this was the best ride in the world.
Rachel handed over a crisp ten pound note, although she thought this was a lot to pay, the sign had attracted her to the ride. 'The ride of your life or double your money back' she couldn't resist an offer like that. She stepped into the cart, and settled into the seat.
The doors swung open and the small cart rattled into the darkness. The cart travelled into the darkness, with a sudden jerk it came to a halt. The lights flashed, and she felt a sudden drop in temperature. The coolness made her small nipples harden. She felt that she was being watched; she turned quickly but nothing was there.
As Rachel returned her gaze to the front of the cart, two cold hands reached around her sides, they were placed firmly on her small, firm breasts. The fingers spread slightly allowing her hard nipples to be trapped between them. The coldness made her gasp; in a state of shock she swung round trying to see who the cold hands belonged to. Once again there was no one there. She began to wonder what else the ride would have in store for her.
With a sharp jolt the cart began to move again. It continued through another set of doors, this room was dimly lit by the glow of a small fire set in a grand fireplace. Above the fireplace was a large mirror, Rachel looked at her reflection, noticing her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her top. She noticed a tall figure stood behind her in the corner of the room. She turned sharply to look at the figure, but saw nothing. As she wondered how the figure could have just vanished, she felt the cold hands on her breasts. The grip was firmer this time, the fingers icy cold against her nipples, the slight movement in the fingers arousing her.
Rachel bit her lip, stifling her moans; she no longer felt the need to locate the source of the cold hands. Suddenly the cart began to move. The cart crept out of the room and through another set of doors.
This was a large room, lit by three elaborate candle sticks. Rachel glanced around, the light flickering creating a soft glow in the room. She saw the large figure stood in the corner of the room, this time it was accompanied by a smaller figure. When she looked directly at the place the figures had stood they vanished. Assuming it was the light playing tricks she returned her gaze to the track in front of her.
The sound of creaking floorboards filled the air, as if someone was walking around the room, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged along the bare floor. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as the room chilled again. Silence fell on the room, not a sound could be heard.
Rachel felt the cold hands running over her tight trousers, the chill heading up her thighs. She felt a little uneasy, due to the continued touching of her body, yet strangely she began to feel aroused. The cold shock of the touching heightened her senses, each touch made her want more.
As the cold hands caressed her thighs, two hands returned to her breasts, teasing her nipples. Rachel gasped as the four cold hands stroked her slim body. Wriggling in her seat as the hands teased her young body. She couldn't remember the last time her body had felt so alive, the hands knew exactly where to touch. Her soft moans were silenced as a pair of cold lips pressed against her own.
A cold icicle slipped into her mouth, flicking across her tongue. She kissed back with more passion than she ever had before. She looked down and saw her belt being undone, as if my magic she couldn't see any hands at all. Next the button was undone, closely followed by the zip. Her body seemed to be taken over, she knew she should try to escape, but strangely she wanted this to continue.
The thin t-shirt Rachel wore slowly began to rise up her toned flat stomach. She flinched as cold kisses covered her tanned flesh. The kisses followed the t-shirt rising up her body, with each kiss she let out a gasp. Eventually, the cold mouths reached her hard, pink nipples. Rachel groaned with pleasure as her nipples were engulfed by the two cool mouths, the icicle like tongues flicking her nipples and still she couldn't see the source of all this pleasure.
Rachel's body writhed in pleasure as the two mouths devoured her soft tits. Their teeth clamping down on her nipples making her moan. Never before had she experienced such sexual pleasure and little did she know the best was yet to come. The mouths suddenly left her nipples, her heart sank, was this the end of her pleasure?
A smile grew across her face as she again felt the hands wrap around her from the back. This time they had crossed over, but still they massaged her tiny boobs. Rachel felt herself being lifted up out of the seat. She floated through the air towards the table, there was a sharp tug on her trousers and they dropped to the ground. As she was lowered to the ground her t-shirt was lifted over her head.
Stood in only her small tight pink knickers, heart pounding from the stimulation Rachel looked around the room desperate to see the source of all this pleasure. A cold chill once again filled the air. Her tanned, soft skin covered with tiny goose-pimples. She felt a cold body press up behind her, making her shiver. The cold hands drifted over her flat stomach, inside the waistband of her cotton panties. They continued their journey down to her smooth pussy, the cold hand resting against her little clit. Her body trembling slightly as the finger slowly rubbed her bud.
A low moan passed Rachel's lips, as the finger traced down her waiting pussy, the coldness a strange contrast to the heat she felt inside her. She felt herself being lifted again, carried over to the table and gently laid down. Her small body trembling with excitement and fear as her underwear was slowly removed.
Rachel slide across the table, pulled towards the edge her knees lifted and legs spread. The trembling beauty lay there still unaware of whom or what was the source of the immense pleasure she was experiencing. Her bald snatch needing some attention, her small clit clearly visible.
She took a sharp gasp as she felt a cold tongue trace her slit from ass to her clit. The lapping up of her sweet juices continued, her moaning increased. Rachel felt a different tongue on her clit, this one seemed gentler, more caring. Making slow circles around her clit before delving into her moist pussy. The tongue lapped the juices, like a cat desperate for every last drop of cream.
The tongues left her as she approached her climax, a feeling of disappointment washed over her body. Was this really the end of the ride? Feeling let down by the sudden lack of interest in her pleasure she wriggled into a seated position.
Rachel shrieked as she looked ahead, she could just make out two figures in front of her. As she watched it became easier to see them, as they turned to a more opaque form.
