fun at the fair

The fairgrounds tend to be quiet at 12 in the afternoon. There are few people over by the rides. More specifically there are few people over by the project barn, just a ways from the livestock barn.

You are looking good in your official dress. The long blue courderoy jacket fits just snugly enough. Your black skirt doesn\'t exactly go down to your knees, but it is modest enough. The skirt is a fold over. It is a long peice of material that in not attached as it goes down the leg, rather the skirt folds over itself. It improves the ability to walk.

Your tasks are done in the sheep barn. Not that you had too much to do anyhow. You had been drinking lemonade and soda since you got there. You still had one in her hand. I lead you over to the project barn. There aren\'t any chickens there this year. I wanted to how yours would fare.

After sitting and talking about your chickens and horses for a while, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Before you get far, I point out the restroom right next to where we are sitting. There is very little traffic; no one else is around. You open the door to the women\'s bathroom and are slightly surprised to have me follow you in. as the door closes, I turn the lock on the inside of the bathroom door.

\"What do you think you are doing?\"

I smile and shrug. You know exactly what I think I\'m doing. You turn about and go into a stall. I follow right behind.

\"Excuse you!\"

\"Sorry,\" I mutter, still smiling. I shut and lock the stall door behind me, but continue to face the door. You sigh and continue with your business. My shorts are baggy and loose, but still give a decent idea to the shape of my ass. I listen to sound of movements as you drop your pantyhose and panties, pull up your skirt and sit down. You keep your legs as close together as possible so as not to show much when I turn around. You know I am going to turn around.

\"You have better not turn around!\"

I say nothing, but you can see my shoulder shake up and down after your command. The sound of water hitting water goes on for a short bit. I hera a sigh, then the water stops. Before you can stand up, or even pull your panties up, I turn around and sit on your legs.

\"Hello,\" I say, then kiss your neck.

\"I told you not to turn aroun...\" your words are stopped by a kiss to the lips.

You lose sight of my hands. My face and hair block most of your view. You hear a faint ripping sound in the background, then jump as one-ply runs accross your upper thigh, then your lower lips.

I repeat the process simply. I sit back and watch your face as I wipe your pussy clean. I reach back again. and get a third peice. This time I really lean in. Your breasts are somewhat smashed against my chest. I kiss your lips. Then nibble them, as the papper gently goes over you lips again. Then I french kiss you, forcing my tongue into your mouth as my middle finger enter your body. My thumb moves slowly up and down your clit.

I stop and smile. I slide off your body down to my knees. I look up.

\"Oh, very nice.\" I grin.

You press your legs together again. I slide off your shoes, then procede to fully divest you of your underwear and quickly place it in my pocket.

You try and glare at me, but before you get the look on your face, both my hands start to run up the inside of your legs. They sprint from the ankles to the knees, jog to the thighs, spreading them as they go up, then walk to your crotch. I stop them just short of your pussy. I lean over and give a small bite on your upper thigh. I rise up to your face, again straddling you. You can feel my excitement pressing up against you through your jacket.

\"Let\'s go on the ferris wheel!\" I say, grinning evilly. I help you to your feet, then procede to kiss you on your lips. Both my hands slip under the back of your skirt. I knead your cheeks gently as I play with your tongue. Then I abruptly stop. I wash my hands at the sink. Then I unlock the door and go out. There is still no one out.

The rides had just turned on for the day. The ferris wheel is only a short walk away.