The Big Wheel

She forced herself through the fence. “Jack, Come on!” She disappeared into the trees on the far side.

He followed, the gap barely wide enough to let him past holding the gas can. His torch scanned the thin tree line on the far side lay the abandoned amusement park bathed in moonlight. She was skipping around the stalls still haunted by the smell of cinnamon.

It had been three years since the park closed down. 30 people, came off at the first high speed turn of the roller-coaster, none survived. The owners ran out of town, then the fences went up.

He called over to her, “Alice, it's this way, up the hill.” The wheel was a ghostly skeleton against the night sky. When she saw it she raced up the hill, whooping as she went.

“Come on, lets get this thing moving.” She was circling it looking up at it from all angles. The white frames stretching out to the stars with the cars hanging between them. He silently walked round to the generator and poured in the gas.

He pushed the green starter button expecting it to burst into life. Nothing happened.

“Aww, you said it would work.” She stood pouting at him.

He crossed his fingers and pushed the button again. Music blasted into the night sky, lights flashed into life. Then everything went dead again.

She whooped and jumped into the air. She kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. When he'd suggested checking out the Ferris Wheel it was her who brought up having sex on top of it.

“Get in then.” He shouted as he flicked switches on the wheel's control.

The generator burst into life again at the touch of the button. He gripped the large handle and carefully pushed it forward. The wheel screeched into life.

Her jeans and blouse were off, leaving her standing in her red lace underwear, her petite Latino body shining beneath the full moon. She hopped on as the car started its ascent. Cold metal pressed against the back of her thighs as she sat down, making her cry out. “Meet you at the top.” she called over he shoulder.

He pulled the lever back, it came to a gentle stop, cars swaying. The gentle sounds of each car turned the wheel into a giant wind chime. He had climbed to the top before, there were ladder rungs up the back but the top half was complicated.

He knew she was above him but he couldn't see her. At the top of the ladder the lace bra drifted past him. After a couple of slips on the beams he hauled himself up into the car.

“What took you so long?” she slipped her lace knickers down long tanned legs and tossed them out. Before he could say anything she had yanked his pants open and pulled out his hard member. “Sit!” she commanded. Eagerly he took his place on the metal seat, she had always refused to go on top.

Grabbing hold of the raised safety bar she climbed on top of him. Her hand slid beneath their bodies, she leant forward and asked, “Do you think anyone is watching us?” As she straightened up she pushed herself down, impaled upon him.

He hadn't thought about anyone watching, the town was below them. The street-lights weaved between the houses, twinkling beneath them.

She ground against him and any thoughts about the town left his mind. As she pushed down on him her body gripped his manhood tight. His hands slid round her smooth legs to grab her round firm ass. Grinding back and forth around him she made the car rock back and forth.

He already felt himself swelling inside her, ready to explode. Her head lowered to him, her lips pressed against his. Their tongues met in a frenzy. He was on the edge of climax.

She stood up, making the car swing erratically, and ruining his orgasm. He tried to ask her why but his throat refused. As the car's movement slowed she turned round, her tight ass in his face, the white V of her tan line floating before his eyes. Lowering herself down carefully she directed his wet member into her eager hole.

His hands reached round to her breasts squeezing the soft flesh as she began to bounce upon him. Her hand moved down her body slick with sweat. Her fingers slipped into her wet fold finding her pulsating nub.

Short sharp cries escaped her as she repeatedly impaled herself upon him, her long brown hair flying out behind her. Fingertips scrambled against her dripping flesh, trying to find purchase as she thrust herself up and down his throbbing shaft. Her cries became louder and higher as she drove herself towards orgasm.

With a final thrust she peaked, her body collapsed with the release almost falling from him. Her senses were overloaded, sparks flew through her body. She was oblivious to his climax within her, her mind completely focused upon herself as her orgasm ebbed from her.

She slipped onto the seat next to him exhausted. He sat panting wondering how he would make the climb down.


Word Count: 867
Written For: April 23rd 2011 "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Prompt:
Senses
This week, let's concentrate on the senses. Your story must incorporate the following: The scent of cinnamon, the sound of a wind chime, and the sensation of cold metal.