A Spillage on the Ferris Wheel

‘Mr Jackson, sir? I’m ready for my next assignment!’ Emily peered around the door frame.

She had clearly startled her boss, and felt bad for being so rude. Next time she would have to remember to wait to be invited in before disturbing him. Before he hurriedly closed the laptop screen Emily heard what sounded like some people who seemed to be having a really good time. Maybe it was some sort of review of the fairground, or perhaps a promotional video he was working on? ‘Oh yes, it feels so good,’ she had heard a lady say whilst plucking up the courage to knock on the door, which would be a great strapline for the fair! They should print that on the back of the t-shirts!

‘Oh, yes. Emily,’ Mr Jackson greeted her. He shuffled some papers around on his desk and picked up a small scrap. ‘Actually there is something. Apparently one of the Ferris Wheel cars is closed due to some kind of spillage on the seat. A fizzy drink, I believe. Could you go and check it out? Take one of those cloths and a bottle of cleaner.’ He pointed to a cardboard box in the corner. ‘And, listen, take this piece of paper, there’s another job for when you finish that.’

Emily paused. If she entered to take the paper and cleaning spray Mr Jackson might realise she wasn’t wearing her proper uniform. He waved the paper at her.

‘Oh,’ she started, unable to think of a good reason to wait at the door. ‘I don’t suppose you could pass it to me?’

Mr Jackson seemed to glance down at his lap before deciding to remain seated behind his desk. ‘Just come in, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.’ Once again he feared he had gone too far, but the girl seemed pre-occupied.

Nervously she shuffled into the room, being careful to keep her legs together for fear Mr Jackson might notice that her shorts were missing. She took the paper then shuffled toward the door, facing her boss the whole time. She reached into the box and fished out a blue cloth and a spray bottle, smiling her most disarming smile.

‘Are you okay?’ asked. There was something odd here but he couldn’t figure it out. ‘Do you need anything? I’m always here to talk if you need to.’

‘Oh, no, thank you. Everything is great, Mr Jackson, really!’ she beamed at him as she sidled backward through the doorway, then sideways until she was out of sight.

‘Alan…’ he shook his head, breathed in deeply, and opened the lid of his computer.

At the Ferris Wheel Emily was quickly directed to the closed car. ‘I can’t stop it, but it’s not too bad. Just a bit sticky,’ said Christine, who was operating it. Emily saw that about two thirds of the seat were covered in some dried liquid, but yes, she could sit on the clean patch and do her work. By the time the wheel had gone around once she’d be done, and could enjoy the view at the same time. Easy!

She first gave the clean part of the seat a little spray and leant forward to dry it with her blue cloth. Christine squinted at the girl. Was she only wearing that t-shirt? Surely not. But then Emily took her seat, pulled the safety bar down, and the moment was gone.

Emily made good progress with the cleaning, and was done in no time. She had done well! She set the cloth and spray bottle down on the seat next to her and leaned back a little to look around. The cool breeze felt good as it caressed her legs and she looked out across the treetops, shifting in her seat to make herself comfortable. As she did her forearm brushed against a sticky patch on the backrest. ‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘I missed a bit,’ and reached down for her equipment. The bottle was there, but not the cloth. ‘Where did I put it? It was right there!’ she chided herself. ‘Silly Emily!’

The thought for a moment. Mr Jackson wouldn’t be impressed if she left after doing only half a job. In her interview she had even told him that she was good with her hands, which she noticed caused him to make a note on his jotter, so he would surely be expecting her to excel at a little job like this. No, she simply must finish the job. She could use her t-shirt to clean the seat, but was afraid of spoiling a second uniform item. She could, however, use her panties…

Emily shuffled around as she slid her panties down over her legs, making sure to keep the hem of the t-shirt under her bottom. In a jiffy she had sprayed and wiped the remaining sticky patch and, happy with her ingenuity, also gave the safety bar a little wipe, with a confident flourish. As she did so her hand bumped on the decorative feature in the centre of the bar where it joined the upright support, and her red panties fluttered into the breeze.

‘Shit!’ she exclaimed, reaching forward to try to grab them, and she flipped over the bar.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she knew this was the end, but somehow she didn’t fall. Looking up, the hem of her t-shirt was wrapped around that same decorative feature of the bar and now she realised she was suspended on the wrong side of the safety bar. Her head rested on the foot plate, her arms were thankfully held inside the shirt, but from her neck down she could feel that familiar cool breeze dancing over her entire naked body.

Reaching up to grab the rail, aiming to pull herself back into the seat Emily felt her arm start to slip out of the shirt. That wasn’t going to work. She thought she started to hear gasps, a scream, and some laughter from far below. Hopefully that was just a coincidence and nobody had noticed her yet. But with her naked bottom, boobs and love tunnel on full display she had to do something before they did!

Emily tried to swing her legs up above her head and felt one foot kick the rail. Nearly!

Trying again, she managed to hook one shoe under the bar. Then she succeeded in hooking the other beneath the far side. Now all she had to do was pull herself back into the seat as the car started its slow descent.

Christine became aware of the crowd of people looking up at the Ferris Wheel, either with their hands over their mouths or taking pictures of something at the top. Leaning out of the little control booth she was treated to the best sight of her whole time on this ride: That new girl, what was her name? Doesn’t matter. She had somehow slid out of her seat and now had her ass hanging outside the car, her legs spread out and hooked onto the rail. What the fuck was she doing? Christine remembered wondering if she had just been wearing that big t-shirt, and clearly she was! She watched that beautiful big ass floating down toward her with half a mind to just stand on the platform with her tongue sticking out and wait for that soft minge to slowly connect with her mouth like docking with a space station.

Christine waited patiently and watched as the naked girl came closer. Her legs were spread straight out forming a wide V and pulled her bum cheeks wide open. Even from here Christine could see her glistening pussy lips and twitching asshole, all made even better because she seemed to be struggling to get back into the car making her legs flex and her ass jiggle. Christine took a few pictures and a video on her phone until the car approached the platform.

‘You have an unusual cleaning technique.’ Christine looked down at the blonde’s flushed face as the carriage arrived. ‘I really love it!’ She playfully spanked a cold buttock drawing a squeal from the girl, then allowed her palm to rest on the warm, moist fanny as she used the other hand to prise the yellow material from the safety bar. The girl flopped to the ground, spread-eagled, then rolled away from the platform.

Christine watched as Emily ran away, pulling her stretched yellow shirt down to cover herself. Holding a fist to her cheek, pinkie finger and thumb extended, Christine smiled and shouted ‘Call me!’