The Ride 

We met at the foot of The Matterhorn ride at disneyland, where she was throwing
up into a paper bag.

Hunched over, on her knees and elbows, her hair a mess around her face and her
sides heaving with the spasms of sickness, one would not expect her to present an
attractive picture, but this was one lovely woman. She was wearing one of those
tight-fitting knit dresses, that start at the top with an off-the-shoulder neck,
hug the tits like saran wrap, squeeze down over hips and tummy, and end with a
mid-thigh length, skin tight skirt. Her hair was dark red, almost brown execpt
where it caught the sun. Her face was, at that point, a mystery, since it was
buried in a paper bag.

People around her were politely ignoring her problem, which I knew from
experience was the last thing she needed. I gently knelt beside her and held her
hair out of the way, while patting her back lightly and carefully. Soon it was
over and she spun around to sit with me on the concrete curbing, her head on her
knees.

"You should get out of the sun," I said. "It's part of the problem."

She smiled weakly, revealing her face completely, and she was indeed a rare
beauty. The person she most resembled was that girl Arnold Schwartzenegger ends
up with in "Twins."

"That and a greasy corn dog and too much wine last night," she said, standing
with me and moving toward the shade of "America Sings." We sat for a few minutes,
her head low between her knees, while she waited for the nausea to pass. Finally
she looked up, the paleness gone from her complexion, and noticed that I was
still "holding the bag," as it were.

"Oh, hey I'm sorry." She pointed at the bag.

"No, that's OK. I wasn't sure if you'd need it again. Wait here a sec." I went to
the nearest restroom, dumped the barf bag and refilled my coke cup with some
water from a drinking fountain.

"Here," I said when I returned, "if you don't mind sharing a cup, here's some
water."

"Oh, Thanks..." She took the cup, rinsed her mouth a few times, spitting
carefully and almost demurely into a perfectly manicured plant. "That's a lot
better. Thanks a lot, you're a knight."

I did not understand at first. A night? I must have looked puzzled because she
smiled and said: "you know, like in shining armour? If you hadn't come along I
think I'd have passed out by now." She looked down, amused. "Pretty glamorous,
huh? Passed out in a pool of puke at Disneyland."

We both laughed, and starting talking a little about ourselves. Her name was
Laura. She was a teacher's aide, studying to be a teacher, and was from Oregon.
She'd come down to visit friends in LA, and they'd decided to take her to
Disneyland. But along the way she'd begun to find them tiresome and somewhat
childish, so she'd decided to see the park on her own. They were supposed to meet
back at the car after closing time, which during the summer was 1:00 am.

She seemed very interested to learn that I was a writer. Most people seem
crestfallen when I tell them I write for airline magazines and trade
publications, even though some of the stuff I do is pretty interesting. They are
hoping for a novelist or an investigative reporter. But she asked me a lot of
very intelligent questions and seemed enthusiastic in general about my
profession. Perhaps it was because she wanted ultimately to teach high school
english.

At any rate, the conversation made it clear to both of us that there was at least
a mild attraction, and we decided to see the New Orleans Square part of the park
together.

She had recovered pretty well from her bout of nausea - she had had too much wine
after dinner the night before, and it sounded like pretty cheap wine her friends
had given her. She also resolved to stay away from the rollercoasters for the
rest of the day, as it was The Matterhorn that had finally given her heaves. As
we strolled through the beauty of New Orleans Square. She looked better and
better all the time. In many ways.

She must have noticed how much I was staring at her, because she took my elbow
and walked very close. We explored the entire shopping area around The Pirates Of
The Carribean, talking nonstop and laughing like teenagers. Frankly, though I
look every bit my thirty years, she did not look a day over 20 to me. She told me
she was 24.

It was when she finally consented to ride Pirates ("It's not a rollercoaster" I
promised over and over again) that things began to warm up. They sat us in the
back of the boat, which I knew to be the wettest spot, but we had no choice. We
had a lot of room, but we snuggled very close together in the center of the seat,
obstensively to stay dry, but I also noticed her hand on my knee and she did not
mind my arm drawn tightly around her shoulders. So tighly, in fact, that the tip
of my fingers brushed the side of her tightly-clad breast whenever the boat
jostled. Which was often, of course.

When we hit the first drop, she yelped a little, then slapped my knee playfully.
"You crud!" she said, mock anger in her face, "you said it wasn't a
rollercoaster!"

I laughed and shrugged, and she wrinkled her nose and jabbed me in the ribs with
a finger. I countered by jabbing back, though I must admit I poked a little more
slowly, used my whole palm, and tended to aim a bit higher than her ribs. She
seemed not to mind, so when we went back to her hand on my knee and my arm around
her, I let my hand rest lightly but certainly against her breast. She moved her
hand a bit higher on my leg and smiled at me in a most mischevious and completely
wonderful way.

After the first presentation of animatronics, which inpressed her very much,
there was a second drop. She turned to complain and poke me again, but I caught
her by suprise by kissing her, first on the highest part of her cheekbone, then
lightly on the lips. Her eyes glistened in the torchlight, and then she closed
them and leaned up to kiss me. I was at first confused by the fact that she was
simultaneously turning her body away from me as we kissed, until I realized that
this naturally placed her breast in the palm of my right hand. I squeezed and
kneaded her gently, feeling the nipple become erect and warm, then felt her hand
massage my leg through the light cotton pants I was wearing. The motion of her
hand was at most 1/2 an inch from my growing cock.

We were quickly out of the darkness and into another animatronics display, and we
broke our kiss and sat as we had before, though pressed even more tightly
together. When we went into the next area of dark, she turned immediately to face
me, and kissed me deepely, her tongue probing my mouth and inviting mine to do
the same. When my hand, which was now on her back, did not move, she took it in
hers and placed in on her breast, then moaned slightly when I rubbed it. She was
rubbing my dick in earnest now, using the flat palm of her right hand on the tip
while her fingers curled under and kneaded my balls. I was a little concerned
about how I was going to get off the boat when the time came.

When we broke our kiss we caught the four kids in front of us looking, even
though they tried to turn back around before we could notice. She broke into
silent, supressed, laughter, as did I, but my erection subsided and the ride
ended. We exited the ride, and since the exit was directly next to the Blue Bayou
Restaurant, we decided to lunch there.

Lunch was very pleasant, but she did not seem to acknowledge what had happened in
the Pirates ride. We were talking about our jobs and our friends, and laughing
and generally having a good time. But there were no sly looks, even when I tried
to engender them with a provocative remark. She'd only laugh, her eyes twinkling,
then go back eating her rather rubbery chicken. In effect, things were just as
they were before the ride.

After lunch we wandered around the Square, then decided to take the Mike Fink
Keelboats over to Tom Sawyers Island. She'd never been to Disneyland before, and
was delighted that they had a real island on the premises. We visited the fort,
the docks, and the indian villiage with its pontoon bridge. Then we began
exploring the caves.

The network of caves on Tom Sawyer's Island is much more complex than most people
realize. I have been to the park many times from my childhood on, and I know the
tunnels very well. In particular, there is a twisted passage and a low cavern
that can only be reached though an entrance that is well hidded behind a rock and
a large sign. When I told Laura about this, she insisted that I show her right
away. I also noticed that the sly look was back.

We went to the big sign that guards the entrance, as it were, and waited until we
were sure no one was looking. There are a lot of people, to be sure, who know
about those tunnels, but it it sort of an unspoken rule among the knowing that
you never let the public in general find them. In the five or six times I had
gone inside, only twice had I met others within.

We ducked between the sign and the rock, and she decended first. She stopped
short about halfway in, so that I bumped up against her. I knew this was
intentional, since she rubbed her tight little buns against by dick, then looked
back over her shoulder at me with that sly look again. The look is hard to
describe; a cross between a sexy leer and completely innocent enthusiasm. All I
can say is that the look, compared with the touch of her ass on my cock, gave me
an instant, rather painful erection. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

She did this stop-bump-and-rub thing four or five times, each time looking back
at me with that look. You can imagine my dissapointment when we heard voices in
front of us, deeper in the cave.

They were kids, probably 13 or 14, and they showed no signs of leaving. They were
weaving in and out of the stalagtites, playing and arguing and generally being
kids. There were five of them, three boys and two girls, and they seemed to take
only passing notice of us.

Laura turned and whispered in my ear "You said something about a cavern?" I lead
her on, trying to find the entrance. I always found it elusive, every time I
visited the park. The opening is low and small, and in the shadowly cave is
easily mistaken for a depression or contour in the rock. My urgency was no help
either. My cock was like a flagpole, or more like a tentpole in my thin pants.

Finally I found the spot, and checked to see if the kids were watching. She
seemed less concerned, for when I turned back she was already halfway through the
low opening. Her little butt was wiggling slightly as she crawled through the
gap, and I reached down to stroke it. I heard her echoey giggle inside the
cavern, then she disspeared completely inside.

I took a last look around, then felt her hand tugging on my ankle. I slipped
through the gap into a dimness that took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to.

When they did, I saw her seated on a low "rock" shelf that protruded from the
wall directly opposite the opening. She had slipped the top of her dress down,
and her tits were standing proudly in the cool air. She was rubbing her hands on
the sides of those firm tits and staring directly at me, her lips slightly
parted.

I wasted no time crossing the cavern and sitting next to her. The shelf was a bit
cramped, but we made do. I palmed her breasts and sucked her nipples one at a
time while she rubbed my shoulders and sighed warmly. Her hair, which was quite
long and full, fell all over the tops of her breasts, then all of a sudden it was
gone.

I looked up and she was pulling her hair into a pony tail. She had gotten one of
those coloured hair-elastics from her purse and was secureing the pony tail in
place with it. That done, she smiled and turned us around, so that I was seated
with my back to the wall, and she was on her knees in front of me.

"My hair can be a problem sometimes," she said, unsnapping my pants and lowering
the zipper. "I want you to be able to see me while I suck you off, and my hair
always falls around my face..."

My eyes must have grown rather large when she took my dick into her hands and
began squeezing and rubbing it, because she smiled that delighted smile again and
flicked her tongue over the head and glans. "I hope you don't mind," she said,
"but I have a thing for cocksucking. Especially a beautiful cock like yours."

"I'll learn to live with it," I mumbled, quite dazed by the sudden lust of this
beautiful young woman. My cock is not overly long, being about 7 1/2 inches, but
it is quite thick, which seemed to please her as she eased it into her mouth and
began to suck.

I had never had such an enthusaistic blowjob before. She concentrated completely
on my dick, alternately sucking it for two or three smooth strokes, then pulling
it out of her mouth and running her tongue all over the head, flipping this way
and that as her head turned from side to side. Her eyes were wide, sometimes
watching my dick, sometimes staring into mine, and there was a smile of
indescribably lusty delight on her face. This was a schoolteacher? I'd love to be
in her class, I thought. I'd stay after to clean the erasers any day.

After about 2 minutes of this, she began rubbing my cock all over her face. The
shaft was quite wet from her saliva and the head was slick with my precome, so
her cheeks became wet and glistening in the soft light. She took my dick back
into her mouth and began to bob her head purposefully on it, her tongue doing
lovely, nasty things on the underside, and I felt her left hand reach into my
open zipper and her fingernails begin to playfully scrape my balls. This was a
very ticklish sensation, but I was not in a mood to laugh. I could feel my orgasm
moments away, and I reached down to rub her nipples while she sucked me faster
and harder with each stroke.

"I'm going to come," I said, breathlessly, and instantly she slowed her sucking
while simultaneously increasing the suction. Her mouth was so perfectly smooth
and wet inside that it felt like a perfect pussy, and perhaps even a bit better
as the tip of her tongue began to dance on my glans. She knew, I am sure, that
this combination would keep me at that euphoric, pre-come state for much longer
than if she had continued sucking me quickly. I felt my head begin to swim. The
come was starting to boil up from my balls, her fingertips registering the start
of my orgasm, and she slowed and intensified her strokes even more. Finally, I
felt my come leap through the shaft and into her waiting mouth.

She swallowed my first two spurts eagerly, then pulled my dick from her mouth and
left the rest of my come spill out on her face. It covered her checks and
forehead as she stroked my pulsing cock over her face, moaning and smiling.

Finally, I subsided. She took my cock back into her mouth to suck it and clean
it, and to love it. Never before had I felt such complete attention, such worship
paid to my dick. She was running her index finger over her face, scooping up the
come and then sucking her finger like my cock, swallowing, licking, almost
feverish in her desire to take it all.

Afterwards, she neatly and carefully put my cock back into my pants, zippped my
up and fastened the snap. She cleaned her face with a kleenex from her purse,
then sat beside me on the bench. Her head was on my shoulder, her tit in the palm
of my hand, almost as it had been in Pirates, execpt that the breast was bare and
she smelled like my come.

"Oh, that was nice," she said after a few moments. "You came so nice. So nice.
Mmmmmmmmmmm." She nuzzled my chest, and I reached down with my free hand, slipped
it under her skirt, and began to rub her pussy through her panties.

"Yeah," she said, looking up at me, then bit her lower lip. "Look, um, I don't
think I want to fuck here, you know, but..." She paused to hiss in her breath as
my finger stroked her nubbin-like clit. "Um, yeah, but do you think..."

I needed no further encouragement. In an flash In was on my knees, pulling off
her panties while she lifted her short skirt and let the knit material bunch
around her waist. It has been my experience that most red-haired women have very
sparse pussy hair, and she was no exception. In the dimness of the cavern, in
fact, I could see no hair at all.

Instead, I was greeted by this lovely, half-opened-rosebud of a pussy, framed on
either side by firm, smooth, muscular thighs, above by a nearly hairless mound,
and below by a tight pair of buns, which were now flexed and hard as she spread
her legs wide for me. I knelt and kissed her gently on the pussy, right on the
labia, as though I was kissing her mouth. Her breath hissed, and I continued
treating her cunt like a mouth, nibbling the lips, dipping my tongue inside like
a french kiss. I could feel very fine, wispy hairs bordering the hole, but could
not see them when I backed away to blow a stream of air at her erect clit. She
shuddered, and her pussy lips opened even wider, the edges glistening with her
moisture and my saliva.

I opened my mouth slightly and leaned into her again. This time I let my tongue
lap in and out of her hole while my upper lip and teeth teased her clit. Her
juice was flowing now, drops of it pat-pating on the ersatz stone beneath us.
Outside, we heard the children's voices becoming louder, and I must have
unconsciously pulled slightly away from her at the thought of being discovered by
them, because her legs were wrapped around my shoulders in an instant. Her voice
turned into a quiet whimper as I began to suck her clit. Her hands, which had
been stroking her breasts, now found my head and she tangled her fingers in my
hair.

I increased my tempo slowly, over several minutes, until my tongue and lips were
buzzing her pussy like a sewing machine. Her hips were vibrating and her breath
was a shudder, and I knew she was on the verge of one hell of an orgasm. Then I
stopped.

"Uhhhhhhhh," she moaned as I fingered her gently with one hand, to keep her at
the verge. With my other hand I undid my pants and took out my rock hard penis.

"You want to come, Laura?"

"Um, yeah. I wanna coooooome. Oooooooooo please make me come."

"I'm going to fuck you, Laura. I'm going to fuck you until you come," I said, my
voice low and soft. I was having fun playing the lusty stud, and she responded
with typical schoolteacher charm, identifying my game immediately.

"Oh, no, please. Not here. Someone will.... ohhhhhhh.... see us. Make me come, oh
god please make me come..."

"Someone will see us fucking, Laura?"

"Yesssss....Ooooooooo"

"Say it. Say you want me to fuck you and I'll make you come."

"Uhhh. God. No. No suck me. Suck me until I come." She smiled slightly, her eyes
tightly shut, her hips gyrating slowly on the stone bench.

"No, Laura. My cock will make you come. Tell me to fuck you and you can come.
Tell me to fuck you."

"Nnnnnnnnnnngh. Oh..... fuck me. Yes, fuck me fuck me fuck me..."

I eased the head of my cock into her smooth wet pussy, feeling the walls part and
swell as her cunt responded. I sank all the way in, slowly, in one long stroke,
and her pussy fairly purred as it formed a grip around my dick. She sighed, and
reached up to stroke my face as a smile of purest lust spread across her face. I
pulled half way out, her cunt sucking at me like a young mouth, and I plunged
back in. The thickness of my cock caused her labia and clit to fold in around it
as I sank into her. She bit her lip as her clit rolled and slipped over her pubic
bone, and with each stroke her pussy warmed and tightened.

I picked up the pace, stroking and squeezing her tits while my cock slipped in
and out of her pussy. In five strokes I felt her begin to come, her pussy juice
oozing around my cock and making our fuck easier. She began to moan, her voice a
high, silvery, breathy thing, and her face was a mask of concentration and lust.
Her hips were rising to meet me on each stroke, and as her orgasm mounted she
bagan to twitch her ass from side to side.

Finally, I sped up again, feeling my come begin to rise, and our hips became a
churning machine, my dick a piston, alive within her. Her orgasm peaked, and her
eyes popped open in a kind of astonishment. She pulled my face to her, her tongue
sinking deeply into my mouth, and I felt her nipples swell to incredible size
beneath my hands. She was coming in a torrent, and I bent down to take her right
nipple in my mouth. She whispered to me:

"Come for me. Come, baby, come inside me. Oh, come come come for Laura, baby,
come now come now come now..."

I came. My come rushed forth with such force it was like a firehose in her pussy.
She felt the first spurt and pulled me tightly inside her with her legs and arms.
I emptied myself completely, spurt after spurt, while she came and came. When it
was over, the cavern floor was wet with our come as it dripped from her pussy.

We embraced for a few minutes, then realized how vulnerable we were and dressed
quickly. The children were long gone when we emerged from the cavern, though we
ran into another young couple kissing in the entryway. When they saw us, they
blushed, which caused Laura and I to break out laughing - I wonder if they ever
figured out why. I'm sure they did if they went into that sex-soaked cavern.

We left Tom Sawyers Island and continued to tour the park together. Once her
engine was going, it was almost impossible to cool her down - she sucked me off
behind a rock near Country Bear Jamboree, I ate her pussy while she sat on a
water meter behind The Carnation Bandstand, and we were caught fucking behind the
bathrooms near Space Mountain by a stern but understanding janitor, who reminded
us that "there are a lot of kids around here, so cool it."

Even after being caught like that, she never missed an opportunity to reach into
my pants and stroke my cock, or to pull down her top and press my head to her
tits, or to lift her skirt and invite me to finger her. On almost every ride she
found some moment for a little sex, and I cannot remember ever having such a
great time at the Magic Kingdom.

After the park closed she left her friends a note on their car and we went to a
motel in Tustin to fuck the weekend away. She had the tightest, swwetest pussy
and the most loving, talented mouth I have ever encoutered. I have a standing
inviatation to visit her in Oregon, and she's promised to look me up the next
time she wants a fun ride in Southern California... I can hardly wait.