The view was fabulous. The mountains off in the distance reflecting the setting sun. The lights of the surrounding town twinkling, blinking on at dusk, weren't bad either. His body, toned; his looks, handsome. His dark soulful eyes bore into her, touching her in a way no man had done before. He smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss. A kiss she had been anticipating, wanting. She closed her eyes, and waited, and waited; the kiss never came.
She felt his hands under her blouse, probing her bra. Opening her eyes, his wicked smile told her more than she wanted to know. She pushed him away. The Ferris wheel basket began swaying. He laughed. They had been stuck at the top for some time, now.
He pushed her into the corner, pulling her blouse up, exposing her lacey bra and breasts. She tried fighting him off but was too afraid to let go of the side of the basket. He reached for her jeans, trying to unsnap them.
She swung her leg but could only kick him in the knee. It slowed him down just enough. She grabbed the protective bar, positioned herself sideways on the seat and kicked at him again. The basket swinging wildly with her movements. He raised himself to avoid her foot into his crotch as the basket swung backwards. He grabbed for her as the basket continued backwards. If her blouse hadn't been pushed above her breasts, he might have been able to grab it. She watched him fall.
She awoke with a jolt. Sweating sheets bunched in her hands. She'd been having this dream, once a month, or so for the last 6 years. Ever since began menstruating at 13. The dream was the same, but this morning was different. She was going on a date today. Something she'd never done before. Not for lack of trying on her part. Men just didn't seem to be attracted to her.
As soon as her Mom let her, she'd sent away for all the make-up magazines and free make-up. Looking at the models in the fashion magazine, she was a bit chunky, but not overweight. She had long auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a pug nose. She was polite, soft-spoken. A catch by any standards the romance novels used. But still no men or dates.
Not that she needed a man to satisfy her. Among her first orders of make-up, all those long years ago, were a few things that would have definitely upset her Mom.
Her dream, as always, had stirred up feelings inside her. Not the attempted rape, the kiss. A man wanting to kiss and love her. Joel, her boyfriend, was different. She smiled thinking of him. That she had a boyfriend. She giggled, anticipating their date this afternoon.
She closed her eyes, thinking back to their first kiss. His lips firm upon hers. The sudden surprise when he had been turning to leave then stepping back toward her. Taking her into his arms and kissing her. The warm intensity of his body next to her. Her hand slid down her abdomen, between her legs. She moaned softly. She didn't want to wake her Mom. At 19 she still lived at home.
She slips her finger between her plump pussy lips, twisting her clit. She moves her hips in rhythm to her probing fingers. She kneaded her petite breast, pulling on her stiff nipple. She sighs. This is going to take more than my finger. She turns and laying on her belly reaches for her bottom drawer. Sliding up her bed to reach the back of the drawer, she shivers as the sheets bunched up between her pussy lips. Oh ya, I'm going to need the extra large one this morning. She pulled out her rabbit, the one with the extra clit tickler.
On her back knees bent, she slides it in deep. She had to stifle her moans of pleasure as she came the moment the clit tickler touched her. Closing her eyes she imagines the feel of a man inside her.
Knock, knock. "Susie, dear, are you awake? Are you ready? Joel's here." Startled awake she glances at the clock beside her bed, 11AM.
"Ya, ma, just give me a few more minutes. Tell Joel, I'll be right out."
"OK, honey."
