The Tilt-A-Whirl

"Willow there's no way I can keep going around like... like this!" Mackenzie motioned to the long green skirt she was wearing. Which just so happened to be the only thing she was wearing. It didn't look completely out of place, as it did seem like a strapless dress at a glance. But it did look a little strange. It was extremely tight around Mackenzie's generous chest, and almost comically loose and billowy around and below her stomach. Luckily, it came down to mid-thigh, so she was safely covered. But even a gentle breeze now posed a serious threat for Mackenzie's modesty.

"You'll be fine! You're basically wearing a dress now anyway," Willow repeated, taking her friend's hand in hers and dragging her forward. She had already gotten one up close and personal view of Mackenzie's glorious body so far that day, and she did not intend on letting it be the last one. "Besides, the least you can do to make it up to me for bailing you out is to go on a few rides with me!"

"...I guess so," Mackenzie relented. "As long as we stay away from the more **** rides."

"You got it!" Willow chirped. Little did Mackenzie know, she already had the perfect ride in mind.

After a short walk and a moderate wait in line, the two girls were finally allowed to get seated on the Tilt-A-Whirl. Willow felt a bit like a genius for this maneuver, as it was a very tame ride where Mackenzie could remain seated the whole time. But what Mackenzie likely hadn't taken into account was what would happen once the ride got going. Namely that the two girls would be sliding and colliding with each other quite a bit. And Willow was ready to take ample advantage of that scenario. It would a piece of cake to subtly get a few grabs and squeezes in during the playful chaos of the ride. If she was lucky, perhaps even more...