Repairs at the Roundabout

Emily spotted the bright lights of the roundabout easily in the dim light of the evening. The line for the ride was surprisingly full, given that it was mostly aimed at kids. Indeed, there were over 40 college-aged students in line for the ride. Unfortunately, that crowd made it difficult for Emily to get to the ride itself. She tried to politely squeeze through the throng of men, but her progress was slow. And then one of them noticed her shirt.

"You got it, gorgeous!" he happily said as he grabbed Emily's ass with both hands. She jumped at the sudden sensation, but tried to keep moving. But the floodgates had been opened. Nearly every person in line soon got the memo, and all were more than happy to grope Emily's body as she passed.

"I'll do you one better!" one yelled as he gave Emily a powerful smack on the ass. She yelped slightly at that, and some of his friends followed suit as she passed them.

Finally, an excruciating two minutes later, Emily emerged from the line with her breathing heavy, her heart pounding, and her body tingling all over. She shakily made her way to the control booth and greeted the man running the ride.

"Well aren't you a sight!" he whistled. And he wasn't wrong. Emily's beautiful blonde hair was a disheveled mess, complete with several twigs and leaves sticking out of it. Her scrap of a top was just barely doing it's job of hiding her breasts, and Emily was sporting a huge amount of underboob as a result. She tugged it down again, covering up the pink areolae that were already peeking into view. Her red panties, stretched out again and again throughout the day, were clutched in her other hand. Even holding the left side of the waistband directly on her hip, the deformed garment drooped pitifully low on her right side, with even a hint of Emily's bush peeking into view. Her ragged and dirty socks completed the picture of a girl who had been through one hell of a day.

"Mr. Jackson... sent me to... help fix something?" Emily panted.

"Ah! Right, that'll be the white unicorn over there," he said, gesturing to one of the many wooden horses built into the ride. "She's stuck so if you can give the machinery a good pounding that'd be great," he said as he grabbed a long wooden pole from beside his chair. It seemed like an old broom handle, with one end rounded and smooth but the other jagged and splintery. "Oh and don't mind the college boys. They ride this old thing once a year as some sort of tradition. If you fix it quick enough, you can be outta here before they all swarm the ride."

Emily nodded and took the stick from the man. Then she made her way over to the unicorn. The ride started up, with various kids and a few parents on board as the roundabout began slowly rotating. On three sides of the circular ride, the bustling line of college kids eagerly awaited their turn.

Emily examined the unicorn and, sure enough, it wasn't bobbing up and down like the other horses. She gazed up at the mechanism in the rafters and thought she spotted something jamming it. But it was fairly high up. Even with the long pole, the only way she'd be able to reach it would be to stand on the unicorn.

Emily grabbed the pole running through the creature and tentatively put a foot on its saddle. It slipped off almost immediately. The blonde sighed wearily before removing her socks. She definitely didn't want to wind up falling off that thing. Carefully, Emily climbed up onto the unicorn, standing on its saddle. Having to face outwards towards the crowd, she awkwardly wrapped her left arm around the pole before regripping her panties. And with the stick in her right hand, she began trying to pound on the mechanism that would drive the unicorn's vertical motion.

Emily took three jabs at it before her breasts slipped free of her shirt. She tugged it back down and tried hitting the mechanism again. Three attempts later, her breasts were out once again. And the crowd of young men was starting to take notice of Emily's display. Blushing, Emily tugged her shirt down and tried yet again to free the machinery. But she was beginning to realize her current method of attack wouldn't work. She wasn't pounding it hard enough. And Emily knew the solution to that problem. She'd have to use both hands.

Emily gulped as she wondered if she was really about to do this. This was the last thing she had to do. Just this one last thing and she'd be done! There was just no other way, Emily reasoned. She let go of her panties and removed her arm from around the pole, gripping the stick with both hands. And then she began pounding the mechanism. WHAM! Emily felt her panties slide down to her ankles. WHAM! Emily felt her tits slip free of her shirt. WHAM! Emily heard the crowd of onlookers cheering at the sight of her naked body. She felt a rush like she'd never felt before. All those people were cheering just looking at her! And they could see everything! But it couldn't be helped. There was simply no other way other than to expose herself to all these strangers, she thought to herself.

Finally, with a loud CLANG, the blockage in the mechanism came free and the unicorn was mobile once again. It shot upwards, taking Emily by surprise. As she rose, her t-shirt slid right into the jagged edge of the wooden stick she'd been using. Before Emily could react, the stick had ripped through the front of her shirt with ease, tearing it from top to bottom. The sudden motion also caused Emily to lose her balance and she went toppling off the unicorn. Her panties went flying off her feet as she soared through the air. And her shirt, ensnared on the sharp and splintery stick, was whisked off her shoulders, sending the blonde spinning around as she fell. Luckily, there were people there to catch Emily.

She flew off the roundabout and landed right into the waiting arms of the college boys, much to their delight. Completely naked, Emily blushed as the boys heaved her up and passed her along to others. She was crowdsurfing her way down the line! And the hands supporting her weren't simply moving her. No, each hand was taking full advantage of the opportunity to explore Emily's body as she passed. They squeezed her big breasts, grabbed her plump ass, rubbed her wet pussy, caressed her smooth skin, and tweaked her pink nipples. Emily was adrift on a sea of hands, and her body was loving it. By the time she was finally set down onto the grass at the end of the line, she found her body was screaming for more. She needed to find somewhere quiet, somewhere private, where she would finally be able to find some release from her overwhelming sexual tension.

She knew just the place.