Abbie's Dare

It didn’t take long. One of the cars stopped in the centre of the arena, and the couple inside stepped out and dashed between the other dodgems to the edge. Abbie turned to wink at Emily, then walked across to the stranded vehicle, swaying her hips.

Emily watched through the plexiglass as her friend placed one foot on the bumper bar, then bent forward to grip the steering wheel. With her back to the booth her bare ass was clearly visible. Other cars whizzed past, but nobody seemed to have noticed the display Abbie was putting on. She pushed off with her other foot and the car began to glide forward.

Half way around the track it became clear that some of the other drivers had seem Abbie’s bottom, pairs of boys laughing and pointing at the girl pushing the car along. The track seemed to Emily to become particularly chaotic suddenly, as some cars stopped suddenly, some turned to drive closer to the bottomless Wonderland worker, and others crashed into them, jolting the occupants violently. Abbie continued regardless, holding one leg out straight behind her like an ice skater as her dodgem floated peacefully forward.

A car containing two girls sped close behind Abbie, then matched her speed allowing them both to hold their phones up, presumably taking a video of the girl with her ass out. Suddenly another crashed into it from the side, causing the girls to shunt Abbie’s car diagonally. Emily put her hand over her mouth as her friend lurched forward, her head landing in the footwell, both legs in the air making a Y shape. Emily ran out of the booth to help, and by the time she made it to Abbie her t-shirt had gathered around her shoulders and her legs were splayed out over the back of the seat, her bare bottom pointing up into the air. Anybody behind the car would have a great view of her lady bits.

‘Abbie, are you okay?’ Emily shouted into the footwell. ‘Abbie? Are you okay?’ No answer. Emily ducked her head into the space below the steering wheel. ‘Are you okay Abbie?’

Abbie was laughing hysterically. ‘I’m fine, but I think I’m stuck. Get me out!’

The car lurched backward, having been hit from the front. Emily tumbled onto the seat as Abbie’s back arched, her legs bent forming the shape of a scorpion’s tail. The couple in the other car stared at the scene in front of them, both with wide eyes and open mouths. For a second Emily was presented with a perfect close up view of Abbie’s pussy, her legs wide open, each neatly trimmed hair making up her little landing strip, then the car jolted forward again. Emily was pushed back into the seat and Abbie’s thighs bashed into her shoulders, her face between them and her chin resting between her friend’s buttocks.

‘Stop fucking about and pull me out!’ Abbie yelled from the footwell.

‘I’m trying!’ Emily called out. She wrapped her arms around Abbie’s waist and tried to pull. ‘Ow, not like that!’ came the muffled voice from below. Emily tried to lean to the side but Abbie squirmed and squeezed her thighs together around her head. ‘Stop breathing through your nose, it’s tickling my asshole!’ By now Emily was laid across the seat, her face held tightly between Abbie’s legs. Now it seemed they were both stuck and there were people all around them, laughing and staring and taking photographs from their dodgems.

Abbie was flailing her arms, trying to find something to grip onto. Eventually she grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, the front of Emily’s shorts with the other. Emily tried to bat her friend’s hand away as it shifted from the unbuttoned waist of the shorts to the waistband of her panties and pulled. She felt the panties pull right down to the gusset as Abbie heaved herself up from her inverted position. The t-shirt was caught on the casing for the pedals so she slipped out of the neck hole, pulled herself upright, then pushed herself back onto the seat using the steering wheel for leverage. Sitting on her haunches, naked on the seat of the dodgem she looked around at all the people watching the show. ‘Okay, okay,’ she waved at her onlookers, ‘just a little accident, there’s nothing to see here.’

She felt a warm vibration between her legs and a hand slapping lightly against her thigh. Looking down she saw Emily sprawled across the seat, her arms pinned by Abbie’s calves, her long legs flailing over the edge of the car, her upturned face right under where she was sitting. ‘Hmmmph! Hmm Hmmmph!’ her muffled voice vibrated right into Abbie’s pussy.

‘Shit, sorry!’ She sat up, allowing Emily to slither out from under her.

‘You sat right on my face!’ Emily spluttered.

‘I know, right? And we haven’t even been out for dinner yet!’

‘It’s not funny!’ She reached under the steering wheel, and after a moment retrieved Abbie’s t-shirt. ‘Here, put this on while I move the car.’

Emily pushed the car to the side of the track while Abbie watched her tall, curvy friend, the t-shirt bunched up in her lap. Emily was clearly fighting the urge to laugh, trying to keep her face from breaking into a grin. ‘Yeah, it was funny,’ Abbie smiled, then pulled the shirt over her head.