The Ghost Train Ride

Brian’s hand slips easily into the gap that he has just unbuttoned in my white blouse. His fingers grasp the material of my frilly white bra, the one with the red piqué that showed tantalisingly through the blouse.


The little carriage has stopped in the dark tunnel of the “Ghost Train” ride at the fun fair due, so an announcement over the public address system had said, to a ‘temporary malfunction’ and that we are advised ‘to keep calm, everything possible was being done to return to normal service’.



As far as my boyfriend Brian is concerned ‘normal’ meant trying to get his hand in my bra, or better still on the crotch of my panties.


After cupping and massaging the breast inside the bra Brian’s hand fumbles in the darkness in an excited attempt to cup the bare flesh of my breast inside my bra and I am fearful of him breaking a strap. I reach around back and through the blouse unhook the bra to allow the hand to grasp my breast. I adore Brian’s hot hand massaging my tits, so much so when he brings pleasure pain by pinching my nipples which become hard and full.


Brian kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth and tasting of the ice cream we consumed just a while before mounting the train. I lap at his tongue and suck at it. In my panties my pussy is getting hot and I know from experience that juices are beginning to flow which will soak the crotch and will excite Brian when he will inevitably force his hand between my thighs and with shaking fingers rub my pussy.


I lie back in the carriage, submitting to my boyfriend’s sexual advances; his hot, wet kisses and his hot hand grabbing roughly at my tits. My legs part in anticipation of his hand leaving my tits exposed to the cool air to then discover just how ready my pussy is for his fingers to caress and invade.


His kisses are more passionate and urgent as I reach in the dark to find the inevitable hard lump trapped in his pants, and I am not disappointed.
Struggling, I manage to unzip him but it takes a time, too much time, to extract his fat cock from the tight boxers that he wears. Finally it is in my hand, and my fingers wrap around it tightly as if fearful they that if they lose contact, they will never again find it.


I was amazed when I first felt a man’s cock to be told that it is not a muscle; that the rigidity of this gorgeous thing results only from blood pumping from a fast beating heart.


Each time I grasp Brian’s thick, blood-filled member I remember what fantastic thrills it gave me last time we fucked, and wanting it to fill my sopping vagina once again to bring me to that wonderful point of ecstasy that is my orgasm as he pumps me.


The moment I slide my hand up and down his fat cock Brian wants my pussy, and his impatient fingers tug at the silky fabric covering it until they contact the sticky wet flesh beneath. His kisses become more urgent and he fills my mouth with his moans.


A middle finger invades my love tube and I too moan in anticipation of it grazing my clitoris then to be joined by other digits to delve my tight, flooding canal.


In an automobile or on a bed I would go down on the hot man flesh then allow him to bring me off before getting down to serious fucking but we are both aware that the ghost train may well restart before we can properly couple. Thus, Brian immediately gets to his knees in the carriage and between my legs, already aiming his hard tool towards its goal.


Shuffling my ass to the front of the narrow seat and gripping the safety bar for support, I hold the panties from their normal position of protection, to expose my pussy and prepare it for what I know is an exquisite moment when a cock pierces it.


From my mouth a comes a moan that begins low and quiet, quickly rising in pitch, volume and intensity as my boyfriend’s cock head pushes aside the labia that normally would kiss it, to race ever deeper down the all enveloping, super sensitive walls of my vagina. Brian grunts and opening my eyes I see in the dim light of the ghost train tunnel that he has, as usual, the stupid, loveable grin of absolute pleasure on his handsome face.


As Brian pumps his fat dick into my tight pussy the carriage we are in suddenly jolts forward and a male voice announces that ‘sorry for the delay, all is okay now and our riders can resume the excitement and pleasure that is the fantastic Ghost Train Ride’.


The shock of hearing the voice and the shock of the carriage in motion send Brian and I over the edge, each to experience a mind blowing orgasm.


By the time our little carriage returns to the bright sunshine of the outside world again we are once again respectfully dressed but grinning like two Cheshire cats and clinging to one another. My only discomfort is a pair of panties rapidly soaking up my boyfriend’s seed that he spurted inside me.