Sophie is not very Happy

As Sophie rolled forward her little round bottom hit Emily right in the face, knocking her backward onto the hard bench. As the car spun faster and faster Emily, now laid on her back across the seat with her legs parted, her arms held uncomfortably behind her and Sophie came to rest, also laid on her back but now on top of the taller girl with her shoulders on Emily’s waist and her head between her thighs. Sophie looked around, confused, trying to sit upright. Brushing her messy hair out of her eyes was fairly futile as the movement of the car blew her red locks in all directions, but looking down she was shocked to find that she had lost all of her clothes. She was completely naked, and looking down in horror past her perky little tits Sophie saw Emily’s shocked eyes peering up at her from between her thighs, realising suddenly that she was sitting right on Emily’s face.

‘What the fuck are you doing down there?’ yelled Sophie.

‘Hmmm, hmm mm hmmhmm!’ replied the blonde, the vibrations of her voice tingling right into Sophie’s pussy. Sophie tried to stand, but the car moved too quickly as it rattled along the track, and she faltered several times trying to gain her footing. Each time she managed to lift her pussy a little from Emily’s mouth before a jolt caused her to land heavily again. This caused some pain to Emily, her voice muffled as she cried out into her friend’s privates. After a few tries, Sophie finally managed to haul herself to the side and sat on the bench in front of Emily’s legs.

‘Where are my fucking clothes?’ Sophie demanded, not caring about Emily’s uncomfortable position.

Emily gasped for air. She could still taste Sophie’s lady garden on her lips and her upper lip tingled a little from the short stubble above Sophie’s secret place which had just been rubbed against her face. ‘Well your shorts ripped, and your top is on the floor.’

Sophie looked below the seat and scooped up the shredded remains of her black t-shirt. It was of course entirely useless. ‘How…? What happened?’

‘I was trying to stop you getting flipped off! I didn’t want you to get hurt!’ Emily tried to explain as Sophie covered her breasts and groin with her hands.

Emily shuffled herself into a seated position, drawing her legs together so she could kneel on the bench. This was very difficult without the use of her arms, but kneeling meant that she wasn’t actually sitting on the bench. She couldn’t even tell right now whether her underwear was still vibration – either the juddering of the car had drowned out everything else, or she had just become used to the feeling, or they had stopped for now. Emily just couldn’t be sure of anything except the intense, moist, tingly warmth which seemed to be filling her from her thighs to her stomach.

Sophie sat next to her, one arm across her breasts, the other in her lap. She glowered, not able to look at Emily at all.

‘I’m sorry,’ Emily tried. ‘I just wanted to get my shorts off.’

‘And how’s that working out for you?’ Sophie glared at her as the car started to slow down its rotation.

‘Fuck this,’ Sophie clenched her jaw. ‘And fuck you. I’m off.’

Taking the deceleration of the car as an opportunity, Sophie stood, still covering herself as best she could.

‘No, wait!’ called Emily from the end of the seat. ‘It’s dangerous, just wait!’

‘Fuck you!’ screamed Sophie, defiant, just as the carriage jolted to a halt. She lost her footing immediately, crashing into the edge of the circular rail right where the remains of her shorts were still trapped. Emily raised herself onto her knees, worried that Sophie might fall out of the ride after all, but then the petite redhead bounced backwards, landing on her back on the bench, her head just in front of Emily.

‘Are you okay?’ Emily leaned forward to check on her friend as Sophie raised her hands to her head, pressing her palms against her temples. She screwed up her eyes and opened her mouth to scream in fury and frustration.

The car launched forward into the last throes of the ride, and with a clattering noise started on a final, **** whirling motion. Emily was taken by surprise, falling forward onto the seat, landing right on top of Sophie. This final phase of the ride was faster than ever before, and although Emily found her face once again pressed against Sophie’s pussy, with her arms still cuffed she was powerless to do anything about it. She felt Sophie’s head moving wildly between her thighs, her friend’s mouth pressed against the crotch of her tight denim shorts. As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough, this was the moment when Emily’s underwear began vibrating hard again.

She flinched, **** by the rotating car against Sophie’s naked body, as one nipple was shocked by the pad in her bra. Then this stopped and the other started, causing Emily to press her breast against the redhead’s torso. Then her panties vibrated again, making her clench her buttocks and thighs, before stopping and allowing her to relax. She gasped both in arousal and frustration, tickling Sophie’s pussy with her warm breath. Then again the vibrations started and stopped, repeating quickly over and over, and Emily couldn’t help but respond, her crotch grinding against Sophie’s face, gasping against Sophie’s pussy as the ride spun faster and faster, pinning them both into the seat.