Excerpt of All The Fun of The Fair

 A short hot excerpt of my book

All The Fun Of The Fair

Blurb

This story is about the attractor factor and the sparks that fly when two strangers meet up at the Goose Fair in Nottingham England. This is one kind of fun that neither could predict at this funfair. Enjoy.

Excerpt

Whilst waiting in the queue for the Ferris Wheel, Steven and Rachel took the time to learn even more about each other. She told him about her love for art and amateur dramatics. While other people took photos of their children's progress, she painted portraits. He shared with her the love he held for vintage cars, and how he was trying to restore an old Austin Healy.

“I’ll treat you,” Steven said as he paid for the tickets. He guided her onto their seat. When the barrier came down securely, he put his arm around her shoulders and held her close.

She shivered. “I wish I’d put trousers on now, my legs are cold.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. The smell of jasmine in her hair was a huge turn on for Steven. He couldn’t help stroking her long tresses. ‘So beautiful,’ he thought.

 Steven leaned towards and nibbled her ear. He ran the tip of a finger along her jawline and down her throat.  When she didn’t object or pull away, he blew on the nape of her neck and sucked her pulse.  Goose pimples became visible as the hairs rose on the back of her neck. 

He laughed as he whispered, “You’re goosy at the Goose Fair.”

Rachel shuddered in his arms, but not from the cold. She turned her head and her warm eyes met his unblinking. Stumbling lips met and kissed again as Steven ran his hands down her body. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of her belly and she shivered again.

The ride creaked and groaned as it started to move and Steven struggled to take off his jacket.  Spreading the jacket with one hand over Rachel’s lap, he put the other arm back around her.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“That’s better, thank you. But won't you get cold?”

“I’m sure we can find a way for both of us to keep warm,” he grinned, cuddling closer.

As the ride zipped around, he slipped a hand under the jacket and rubbed her thigh.

“Is that better?”

“Oooh much better.  But don't stop.”

He investigated further, moving his hand between her thighs. The skirt folds shifted up her legs. Rachel moaned as his fingers inched higher. Turning her head towards him, she kissed his lips and put a hand underneath the jacket. She rubbed along his one leg and sighed when her hand discovered the hard lump that strained inside his jeans.  She rubbed harder and felt rewarded when he squirmed. Tingles rushed down her spine and they kissed deeper, tongues chasing each other.  Every time the wheel went over the top, both their tummies turned over increasing the sexual adrenaline rush.

“Oooh! Lovely” Rachel cried.

He laughed. “I thought you didn't like rides.”

“Depends what kind,” she replied.

Totally shielded by the jacket, he pushed the material of her skirt up and she unzipped his jeans. “This is so naughty,” she giggled.

His fingers reached and stroked the crotch of her panties.  “My, my, you are wet, naughty girl!”

Her lips quivered. “I think we are both aroused.”

She reached inside and lifted his very hard cock out. She massaged, gingerly at first. Rubbing along the shaft with expertise. She was savouring every moment; taking a sharp breath as the cock throbbed against her palm. Devoid of lovers since her divorce, Rachel missed the touch of a man. She rubbed more, excited at the hardening flesh in her grasp.

“Oh Steven, you feel amazing,” she cried out.

Steven’s fingers snaked under the elastic of Rachel’s panties and gently stroked her puffy wet labia. “I love the touch of a smooth sensual pussy,” he said.

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