Exergaming

Emily felt very pleased with herself for proving that the game was in perfect working order. He had said he was an expert, but clearly she was much better than he was, and that had been her first ever try! She was shocked to learn just how many of the arcade games seemed to have faults, though – in a short time a small crowd of guys were asking for her help with machines which weren’t working correctly. Luckily it turned out that she was an expert on nearly all of them, as they all seemed to work perfectly once she got to grips with them.

First the guy with the long leather coat told her the air hockey table was not blowing air out of the tiny holes on the playing surface so the puck kept getting stuck. Emily had dropped a token in the slot and when the machine whirred into life had held one hand over the table. The cool air blowing out of the little holes was pleasant, soothing. It was warm and fairly humid in the arcade and smelled of sweat and fizzy drinks and the Beat Saber game had, admittedly, caused her to work up quite a sweat! She pictured for a moment laying on the table and letting the tiny cool air jets play over her skin. The guy suggested they play a game so she could see the problem he had described and a small crowd started to gather to watch the contest. Emily won easily, the man clearly wasn’t very good and each time she lunged forward to send the puck flying toward his goal he seemed completely over-awed by her skill and didn’t even seem to see it coming. She obviously impressed the spectators too, as all eyes were on her as she played. At 4 – 1 to her, Emily had leaned low over the table, looked up at her competitor and swung her upper body to deliver a powerful swipe at the puck sending it straight into his open goal mouth. The crowd gasped, wide eyed, appreciating her considerable talents and she felt flushed with pride.

It was inevitable but disappointing to Christian that a crowd had started to gather. Soon these hangers on would start trying to attract the girl’s attention away from him. Some of them might spoil this completely by trying to cop a feel, so he felt it was his duty to protect his innocent, beautiful princess from these ruffians. If only he had his samurai sword here with him he would soon see off this rabble; he considered employing his mastery of ju-jitsu but he feared he might accidentally kill one of them, with his hands being lethal weapons and all. This girl still hadn’t noticed that her magnificent tits had popped out of her top, and he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could.

Air hockey was awesome, the way she leaned forward, her boobs swaying when she hit the puck. Then the game where you have to see how hard you can hit the punch bag was just as good, watching her draw her shoulder back before swinging at the target.

The motorcycle racing game was great; to play this you have to sit astride a pretend bike which tilts left and right as you corner, and he realised the small crowd were full of respect for him, tricking this golden haired goddess into straddling the motorbike with her ass on show to everybody.

Christian had become aware of three guys who he thought might be trouble, whispering and giggling as though they were plotting something. One of them complained to her that the Dance Dance Revolution game wasn’t working properly, which he had to admit was a good call. Watching her jump around on the coloured flashing foot pads he really wished he could just slip his hand inside his cargo pants and stroke himself. The little red triangles of her top were holding her glorious breasts up and forward; her nipples were hard now and her big tits were surprisingly pert, pointing out at her audience, defying gravity, bouncing and jiggling as she danced. One of the group had vanished at this point, which should have raised a red flag. One of them danced alongside the blonde girl, constantly smiling at her and checking out her tits. One of them stood behind her, when she was facing the screen he would mime groping her buttocks or thrusting his pelvis to the amusement of the onlookers.

If Christian had known what they were plotting he would have beaten them all, regardless of his hands being so lethal, then swept her into his arms and carried her away to safety, then she would have been forever grateful to her white knight for rescuing her, and she would come and live with him; cook him delicious meals; only wear clothes when he allowed it and suck his cock whenever he wanted.

But he didn’t see it coming, and he would spend many lonely nights playing this out in his mind, only in his imagination he would be the hero she needed right now and she would love him and serve him forever.