A Pony Ride

Should she?

Of course not. Definitely not. No way. She absolutely shouldn't.

It would be... rude.

It would be naughty.

It would be wicked.

And she wasn't even sure why she wanted to do it so badly. It's not like there was anything... exciting about this situation. About being trapped in the fairgrounds, naked and helpless, **** to any tease or bully who wanted to take advantage of you... there was nothing sexy about that! It was just plain embarrassing! That was all it was!

But, on the other hand, nobody would ever have to know.

And she was feeling a little stressed.

And doing... that always helped her when she was stressed.

And maybe once she was less stressed, it'd be easier for her to find some clothes. Yes. That sounded right.

And, after all, nobody would ever have to know. Ever. Ever ever ever ever ever. It would always remain her private little naughty wicked secret. And it wouldn't even take very long.

Well. Really, it would be silly for her not to do it.

Feeling very sly and secret and wicked, Emily hopped up onto the horse. She slid her feet into the stirrups, paused a moment, then lowered herself down onto the saddle. Which really was vibrating. Quite strongly. And the saddlehorn pressed against her love tunnel in a way that, she had to admit, was just right.

"Mmmm..."

She was actually doing it.

She was... she was... playing with herself.

Well. Really, the vibrating horse was playing with her. But that was quite enough.

It was even better than sitting on the washing machine at home.

"Oh, yess..." she muttered, and quickly bit down on it. She had to be very, very careful. There were probably dozens of people right on the other side of that screen. Imagine if they knew what she was doing back here? What kind of dirty little pervert would they think she was? She knew she was really a good girl, of course, but they didn't know that. They'd just think she was the kind of girl who crept around behind fairground rides with no clothes on, playing with herself.

Which she wasn't. Certainly not. She was a good girl. She just happened to be taking a little break from being a good girl, right now, for about five minutes.

And it felt good.

It felt so, so good. A lovely shivering warm feeling all up and down her thighs, between her legs, even against her ass. And, of course, the saddlehorn, pressed right up against her clit, sending its delicious warm vibrations right to the most sensitive part of her girly bits. Her whole body was tingling with pleasure, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. They couldn't find out! It was her little secret!

She reached out to grasp the reins, facing the screen, bending forward so her pussy was pressed even more firmly against the saddle. Just a little bit more, and then she'd get off. A little bit more and then she'd... then she'd...

She heard a bell ring.

The screen fell away.

And Emily was revealed, stark naked, flushed with heat and obviously having a very good time indeed, to the dozens of men and women in the shooting gallery. As the horse, mounted on its track, began to roll forward.