It was during the August Bank Holiday of 1985 when my first marriage came to a crossroads that it never recovered from.
I was 23 and had been married for just over two years. I worked in a local bed making factory and my husband on the North Sea oil rigs; two weeks away and, in theory a week at home.
Before getting married and probably the first six months afterwards we had been 'loves young dream'; but in the months that followed he would finish work on the Friday afternoon; take a helicopter to Aberdeen and instead of rushing home to my heaving bosom, had started staying the weekend in The Granite City 'winding down' then arriving home on the Monday, then would spend the week drinking until he couldn't stand up; which wasn't a great combination with his new found passion for gambling.
I on the other hand, worked 40+ hours a week in a brain numbing job; kept the house neat and tidy always had a hot meal waiting for him at the time he had promised to be home by; but never arrived. Plus; after initially pining for a baby had more recently gone back on the pill as our sex life had dwindled to the very occasional drunken, "spread your legs"; followed by huh, huh, huh ... mmmmmm, then him rolling off sated and immediately falling asleep.
By that August weekend, even though several of my horny young male colleagues were eager to get inside my knickers, I had been completely celibate for nearly three months
As my husband had returned Up North on the Sunday afternoon and I was very lonely and was even starting to think about starting divorce proceedings; when I bumped into a younger ex-neighbour, who I hadn't seen for years on the bus home from work on the Thursday night.
Without going into intimate detail about my ailing marriage she told me that I needed a 'night out on the lash' but that wasn't my style; especially because married women 'flying solo' was frowned upon in my town; so she suggested we go to the Funfair on the Common; for a laugh.
As she got off the bus, we agreed to meet at 6 on the Friday at the Bus Station in town.
It was a lovely sunny and sultry evening so I decided to wear my Wrangler jacket with a new cotton dress that was a few inches above my knees and slightly flared; and for the first time in months took great care with my make-up; especially the bright red lipstick.
Helen was wearing a short denim skirt and and a pink cheesecloth shirt that was both a bit tight and see-through; showing her cleavage and bright red bra.
After being convinced to have a couple of drinks to 'start the night' we eventually went to the The Fair which was very busy with families and gangs of lairy teenagers; but with Helen at my side hardly ever stopped laughing, which was something I'd forgot I could do.
At about 8 we went on the Waltzer where we soon caught the attention of the lad taking payment.
"Hello ladies." He grinned as he held his hand out for the cash; "are you looking for a fast ride or a slow one?" He winked.
I blushed; but Helen cheekily replied; "Oh ... a fast one of course; we both love a fast ride!"
He gave a cheeky smile then locked the bar in place; accidentally touching my boob at the same time, making me shiver.
As the ride started he returned and gave our car a big push making it spin and Helen and I squeal; which meant he gave it a two-handed push and it spun so fast my dress lifted up giving anyone watching a view of my knickers!
The lad moved on to the other cars; but quickly returned; spinning the car again and as my hands were gripping the bar, my dress lifted up again; much to his delight as he was now standing inside the car with us.
"What's your names?" The badly tattooed and greasy haired lad asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm Helen and she's Sue." My friend replied, "Why?"
He pouted and winked again; "I'm Shane." before jumping out and giving us another two handed spin.
Our legs were wobbly as we got off and out of nowhere Shane appeared between us and slid his arms under ours, cheekily tickling our tits as he helped us onto the top step.
I couldn't believe what had just happened and looked at Helen who was laughing her head off.
"My skirt kept blowing up!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.
"I thought my tits were going to fall out."
"Do you girls want another ride?" Shane appeared again; "free?"
We looked at each other and laughing, nodded at him.
Back in we went and the super-fast spinning began again, and each time my dress flew up in the air; much to the delight of some Dads waiting for their kids who kept getting flashes of my knickers.
At the end Shane asked if we wanted a third ride; but Helen said she fancied a go on the dodgems next. Pretending to be upset he pouted then leaned in to whisper into Helen's ear; "Come back and see me when you want a proper ride darling." Then tapped her arse.
Somehow he must have signalled to the guy on the dodgems as he too had a subtle feel of our boobs as he slid the leather strap over our heads; much to Helen's amusement and my own embarrassment (sort of).
Half an hour later Helen wanted to go back to the Waltzer and who was I to stop her?
The look on Shane's face was priceless when he saw us; "Back for another fast ride ladies?"
"Do we have to pay this time?" Helen giggled.
"A ride for a ride?" He laughed.
I wasn't sure what he meant but Helen kept giggling, then looked at me then back to him and nodded.
"You're on then." The scruffily handsome fairground worker grinned.
He paid us even more attention than earlier; making the car spin really fast and on each rotation I would scream my lungs out as my dress would fly up again; which was strangely turning me on; and in my more lucid moments was looking forward to a good fingering session when I got home.
I was very dizzy when I got off the ride and hardly noticed Shane cupping my boob as he helped me to the top step.
