Tunnel of Love

"There!" You say, pointing to a water ride that lazily goes through a long dark tunnel in a fake mountain. You put your arm around your friend and help her over to the ride. She stumbles faintly and barely manages to stay upright. As you approach the ride, the apparantly bored conductor looks over at you with an arched eyebrow.

"Now what's this?" He asked. "Look, buddy. There's no taking drunk girls on this ride to take advantage of them."

"What?" You ask in suprise. "No! It's not that! She's dizzy from the sun. She needs to cool off."

"It's true." Melody mumbles. The ride conductor sighs and shrugs.

"Okay, fine. If she says so." He says. "But if she looks worse than this when she gets off..."

"Don't worry about it. Now let us on!" You demand. The man raised up a bar that lead onto a small dock on the water's edge. There were small rowboat-like vessels floating there. They had an automated movement system in place, so no rowing was actually neccessary. You help Melody in and follow after her. The conductor throws a switch and the boat putters into the dark tunnel. The pitch black envelops you suddenly and you immediatly cool off. The lack of sun helps quite a bit. It's so dark in here, you can barely see the edges of the boat.

"Whew...." Melody exhales. "Oh, man. That feels so much better."

"Here." You pass her the water bottle.

"Thanks." She replies and takes a deep drink. "Ahhh...so much better. I thought for sure I was going to faint back there."

"What happened?" You ask.

"Oh, just me being stupid." She says. "I was so excited for this trip I skipped breakfast and I didn't have much of a lunch, if you remember." She drops her head back. "I guess I was just low on energy to start and the heat and spinning sent me for a loop." She turns and smiles at you. "But I feel all right now. Thanks for getting me on this ride."

"Well, don't thank me yet." You joke. "We still have another 15 to 20 minutes in pitch black until the ride's over."

"That's not so bad." She says. "This is nice and relaxing and it will give me a chance to fully recover."

"If you say so." You reply and put your hands behind your head. You suddenly feel her slump against you and her head lands on your upper chest. "Melody?" You ask tenatively.

"Yeah?" She responds, in a kind-of far away voice.

"Just making sure you're still consious." You reply.

"That's sweet of you." She says. "I'm just making myself comfortable. I hope you don't mind."

"Course not." You reply and put your arm around her to show how very okay you were with it. You hear her sigh contentedly and a grin breaks out across your face. She must have caught your grin because she starts giggling.

"You must be very proud of yourself." She laughs. "You got me in a romantic position on our first day."

"Didn't you realize it was my diabloical plan?" You ask. "To purposely get you dizzy so I could sneak you into the Tunnel of Love?"

"You magnificent bastard." She laughs. "I played right into your trap. I just couldn't resist your natural charm."

"Don't feel bad. No woman can." You laugh and she hits your chest slightly.

"Don't go getting an ego just because you got me in a compromising situation." She says lightly. "I'm not some easy catch, you know."

"I know." You respond cryptically. You know all too well.

"But if I would be an easy catch for anyone it would be you." She says quickly, catching the sudden depressing demeaor in your voice..

"Really?" You respond in suprise.

"You treat me better than any guy I've dated." She says simply. "I mean, just look at this trip for God's sake. You make me feel like the center of the world."

"Well...that's just...I mean..." You stammer.

"Don't sell yourself short. This trip reminds me of all the great times we had together. I still can't believe you orchastrated all this just for me. You are absolutely amazing." She blushes suddenly and laughs nervously. "Boy, listen to me. I sound like I'm trying to hit on you or something."

"Well, this is the Tunnel of Love." You say, only half-joking.

"Mmmm." She nods and layd her head back down on your chest, going silent. You sit there is complete silence for a while, then you feel her hand on your chest next to her face. You think she's going to push away, but she doesn't. In fact, she slowly slides her hand down your chest, across your stomach and down to the front of your pants. You inhale sharply as her fingers trace your cock through the material of your jeans. It hardens suddenly and the fingers continue to dance along it sensually.

You are caught off guard and don't know what to say, or if you should say anything at all. This has got to be the closest thing to living out a fantasy that you have ever encountered and you're scared of losing it. But at the same time, you want to know what she's doing or more importantly why. Her fingers move up and start to undo your belt buckle. It's now or never.