fun at the fair

There was no line for the ferris wheel. There wasn't anyone else on it. I held my hand for you to use instead of the hand rail, then proceeded up behind you on the narrow, but short, staircase. I grinned as I watched your skirt blow up slightly. It stayed well below showing anying, even to me at a lower elevation. But I was still giddy knowing that nothing else was under there. I went up to the operator and gave him our tickets. He seemed to be simply there. But I paid little attention to him. I helped you into the booth then proceeded to follow you in. You sat down legs pressed firmly agianst each other one left hand on your lap on the right side of the booth. I smile at you and grasp your hand firmly as the operator starts the wheel moving. I lean over and kiss your lips. My right hand slides to the small of your back and my left falls to your hand, still on your lap. I pull you forward into the kiss. Then I begin to French kiss you. I play with your tongue and suck yours as it enters my mouth. By now we have come full circle on the ride. I stop and grin as we start the accent again. I pull you forward on to my lap so you are straddling me. "The president of an FFA chapter should not be making out in her jacket," I chide. I grasp the zipper in my right hand and pull you towrds me with it, all the while pulling it down. Before it is even half way I am kissing the underside of your neck. I move up to just under the chin, then back down the collar of your shirt. By this time the jacket is unzipped and I am pulling it. I purposely slide my hands accross your chest before getting a decent grip on the jacket, then proceede to pull it down your arms that you swung behind yourself to assist in the efforts. We are nearing the top. I toss the jacket to the empty bench accross from us. You have started grinding your hips against mine. Your nipples are slightly visible through the shirt, but only by someone looks very closely. I kiss your lips again, this time while removing you scarf and unbuttoning the top few buttons. By now we are nearing the bottom again, so I slow down. I drop my hands to hips. I knead you softly as we kiss. After passing the operator, I move my hands up your back and unhitch your bra. I proceed to unbutton all but two buttons towards the top of your blouse and pull it out of your skirt. I run my hands under the shirt and newly loosened bra. Your skin feels soft to the touch. I stop for a second. The ride has stopped while we are at the top. I proceed to make the best of a good stituation and kiss your chest, while coaxing your arms out of your bra, which I slip into my left pocket (my right nearly overflowing with your previous peices of clothing). I smile and stop for a second. I come up and kiss your lips again, while slowing buttoning your shirt up until just above your cleavage. The ride has started moving again. I have you stand up and I tuck your shirt in for you, making sure to tease you slightly by mearly grasing your lips as my hands come to your front. Your nipples are quite apparent through the flimsy white material. The ride slows as we come towards the bottom. The operator opens the doors. I help you up as carefully as possible so that you do not have to uncross your arms. Your jacket and scarf drapped across your crossed arms covers your excitement well enough. I lean over and whisper to you as we walk away from the wheel, "let's go over by the grand stands." I grin "I'll stop teasing you there."