Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6

... my clitoris against the seat and my pussy lips against Josh’s cock. Over and over we went. My terror all but forgotten now; the only thing I could think about was my excitement and the touch of Josh’s straining shaft, which throbbed menacingly every time we turned over and I ground against him. Completely at the mercy of my libido now, I was lifting my bottom – effectively mounting him – and with a wiggle I managed to part my outer labia and groaned with pleasure as that hard bar of flesh in his trousers settled into the channel of my soaking slit. He felt so close to me. Almost inside me. It was incredible and frightening and wrong and so very, very sexy. I swear I could feel the throb of his heartbeat, and every time he flexed his cock it felt as though he would enter me. Could this situation get any worse? I thought not, but then incredibly it did; I was about to have an orgasm! I could feel that familiar tension building in my inner thighs and my clitoris was buzzing maddeningly with the rough contact of the panties wedged into my slit. Giving up to the inevitable, I closed my eyes and imagined Josh inside me, his cock building to an explosive orgasm deep within my sex. Just a few more strokes! Holding my breath I mounted him like a monorail and slid back down to the seat. Almost there! And then the hydraulic arm began to lower! Oh my God, no! We were turning round and round again – not up and over – and the momentum I had been using to push against him was lost. I was ...

... teetering on the edge and I needed just one more push. As we decelerated, Josh let go of my hips and my fantasy melted away. I just needed to mount him one more time but there was no longer any excuse to do so. And worse, with the dying screams of the other riders, the sound of me coming would be all the more obvious. Somehow rationality reasserted and with a wistful, panting sigh I pushed off him and sat up, unfulfilled but with all my nerve endings zinging with the fading glow of my near-climax. The Enterprise slowed to a stop and as we sat there in awkward silence waiting for the attendant to open our gondola. I tried and failed to think of something I could say to Josh that would make this better. “Miss Granger?” he said quietly from behind me. I couldn’t turn around. “Yes Josh?” “Do you want to go again?” he asked, the tension in his voice so very obvious. “I would … but I don’t think I should, Josh,” I said quite truthfully. “That was a lot scarier than I thought.” This time I did look over my shoulder and smiled at him. “And it’s nearly time for my turn in the Sponge Toss. Will you come up later?” I wanted to let him know that we were okay. The attendant came by and opened our gate. “Sure, Miss Granger,” he grinned lopsidedly. “I’ll see you up there.” That was my cue to get away from this awkwardness. I climbed out, studiously ignoring the wet patch I’d left on the seat and hoping Josh would do the same. “See you up there, Josh,” I said, running out and not waiting for ...