Emily Tries to Rescue Sophie

Emily felt every sharp judder of the Waltzer through the bench seat as the car began to pick up speed. Laid on her side, arms behind her back, she could feel the plump flesh of her bottom and breasts jiggling inside her underwear, multiplying the sensation of the vibrations against her nipples and pussy. She could feel that the skin between her thighs was damp, and knew that the arousal was making her wet. Desperately hoping that she wouldn't soak right through the denim shorts she felt sure she would orgasm soon, but for now she was held back from her release by concern for her friend.

Sophie screamed, panic on her face as she tried to keep up with the accelerating car. One of her hands gripped the stretching fabric of her shorts, one held tight to the backrest as she ran awkwardly alongside. Both girls feared that if she didn’t keep pace her shorts would be torn clean off.

Emily could see that Sophie’s small frame was her disadvantage – she just wouldn’t be able to maintain this speed for long. Managing to haul herself into a seated position Emily called for her petite friend to jump into the car.

‘What? Are you mad?’ Sophie cried. ‘How am I going to just jump in?’

‘Climb over the side!’ Emily tried. ‘Climb into the seat!’

Sophie managed to lean forward, her legs flailing behind her as the Waltzer began to rotate. Her red hair fell down, covering her face as she found herself doubled over at the waist, still trapped by her shorts. Her feet had no purchase and so now she couldn’t push herself any further into the car.

‘Wait,’ called Emily. ‘I can help!’

Turning in the seat Emily staggered to a hunched over standing position with her back to Sophie. Staying upright in the spinning car was extremely difficult, but by shuffling backwards and bending forward she felt her hands on the back of Sophie’s head. Moving closer her fingers found Sophie’s t-shirt and she grasped the fabric, trying to haul her friend’s petite frame into the car.

Fighting against the movement of the ride, Emily tugged, but the material simply stretched and pulled away from Sophie’s back. Fumbling for better purchase she found the strap of Sophie’s bra between her shoulder blades and gripped this too. With less elasticity this gave her a much better chance of dragging Sophie to safety.

The juddering of the car made it really hard for Emily to stand, and as the speed of rotation increased she found herself pushed against the seat. She braced her legs against the centrifugal **** in order to continue to hold her friend’s bra and t-shirt, imagining that if she let so Sophie might be flung off the edge of the ride. Suddenly there was a jarring noise as the Waltzer seemed to hit some kind of switch beneath the track, and the spinning of the car stopped abruptly. Having been braced against the **** just a second ago Emily found herself tumbling forward, determined not to let go of her friend. The sound of tearing cloth was louder even than the sound of the ride as Emily pitched forward, doubled at the waist over the safety bar. Thankfully, she thought, she had managed to hold her grip on Sophie’s clothes. Righting herself she looked back to see Sophie still bent over the edge of the car, except now her tan shorts were pulled half way down her bottom. In addition, her friend was somehow naked from the waist up. Realising suddenly that she had just accidentally stripped Sophie’s t-shirt and bra from her, Emily dropped the tattered fragments of cloth and tried to think of a different way to help.

Emily couldn’t see a way to assist Sophie now – her face pressed against the seat, her hands still gripped the edge of the car. Her bottom jiggled as the ride continued to move forward, the shorts only covering the lower half of her cheeks now. Emily could see her friend’s arms and bare shoulders tensing as she pushed backwards, trying to use the edge of the carriage to propel herself forward into the seat. With her hands bound Emily couldn’t help physically, so she perched on the seat near to Sophie’s head to offer encouragement.

The car was now spinning in the opposite direction, actually helping Sophie with the **** of rotation. Emily shouted supportive words to Sophie as she watched her little bottom slowly jiggle out of the shorts. The waistband was stretched tight across those plump little buttocks, and Emily gulped, realising that sitting on the seat like this – the juddering, shaking seat - was pressing the vibrating panties hard against her lady bits. She didn’t want to be distracted whilst trying to help her friend so she spread her knees and shifted one leg beneath her, providing a little bit of a cushion between her moist, vibrating panties and the hard, vibrating seat. Emily vowed that once she and Sophie made it off this ride she would get out of these shorts and panties as quickly as possible. She found that she didn't even care who might see her naked bottom any more - she just had to find a way to get out of these clothes before she lost her mind.

Just then Sophie’s shorts tore open. Suddenly Emily saw the tan fabric split wide open and Sophie’s little round bum was completely bare except for the thin band of her black panties. Then the panties also failed, elastic pinging to the side as Sophie pitched forward into the car, screaming and rolling head over heels onto the wooden seat.