The Temple Escape

‘Excuse me, Mr Jackson?’ Emily had bunched her new, baggy t-shirt in the small of her back, but was worried that Mr Jackson might realise she was no longer wearing her bra, and may disapprove, Therefore she poked her head around the door frame in the hope that he wouldn’t ask her to come in. ‘I’ve finished my job, is there anything else you’d like me to do?’

The ‘Temple Escape’ was an old wooden framed roller coaster, and as Emily ran towards it she thought it looked like it needed a bit of care and attention generally. The carriages were meant to look like old fashioned mine carts, and the décor was painted with images of some kind of underground cavern. James was watching passengers climb off the ride when he saw her bouncing over toward him. Well, she was walking normally, but he couldn’t stop staring at her tits, which were bouncing around a lot under her baggy shirt.

‘Are you James?’ the girl asked. ‘I’m Emily, Mr Jackson sent me.’

‘Oh, okay,’ said James. ‘What for?’

‘Apparently there is something wrong with the roller coaster, he asked me to check it.’

James looked confused. ‘Something wrong with it? Do we need to shut it down?’ He held an outstretched hand up at two guys in a control room above the track. International sign language for ‘Stop.’

‘I don’t know,’ Emily was worried she might be out of her depth here. ‘He just asked me to check it.’

James held out the same hand to Emily and took a black radio from his belt. Holding it to his mouth he spoke into it. ‘Temple Escape to Big Daddy, over.’ He shook his head. He hated having to call Mr Jackson on the radio.

The radio blared an unintelligible noise. ‘There’s a girl here to check the ride, what’s the problem? Over.’ James spoke slowly and clearly.

Another garbled noise. It sounded like a bit like an alien language to Emily.

‘He says it’s the front car,’ How did James understand any of that? ‘Somebody complained, apparently.’

James and Emily walked to the front carriage while the waiting crowds seemed to be getting a bit restless. They were keen to enjoy the ride.

Emily looked around the car. It was painted brown, and was meant to look old and rusty. Or maybe it really was old and rusty. The bench seat could probably fit three people, and the safety bar was supported by three rails, one in the centre, two at each end. Emily sat in the middle of the bench while James started letting customers into the other cars, then proceeded to pull each safety bar down across the passengers, starting at the rear.

James reached Emily. ‘All okay?’ he asked.

‘It seems fine,’ she replied. ‘I’m not sure what the complaint could have been.’

James smiled at her and pulled her guard rail down across her lap. ‘Well, enjoy the ride!’

‘Wait, what?’ she didn’t really like this kind of ride, and panicked a little. Then she saw the problem. The centre support for the rail was loose, and while the rail itself was rigid across her thighs this rail flopped around dangerously between her legs with a sharp, rusty bit of metal sticking out of the top. She waved at James to attract his attention, but he simply waved back, grinned, and gave the guys in the control room a thumbs up.

As soon as the train started moving, the jagged end of the bar shook wildly. Emily gripped it with both hands to keep it away from her, but it had already snagged the leg of her shorts, tearing a big hole. The roller coaster turned the first bend in the track and Emily slid across the seat a little causing the pole to rip her shorts open right across the front.

Emily panicked. This was the first actually dangerous situation she had been in, but so far the end of the rod was so tangled up in the torn cloth of her shorts it didn’t seem able to hurt her.

Emily was lifted out of her seat as she roared over the first crest in the track, and as if this all wasn’t bad enough already the wind rushing toward her whipped under her loose t-shirt and lifted it under her arms. With one hand she tried to hold her shirt down, with the other she gripped the pole between her legs, and at the next sharp turn she felt her shorts disappear as she slid all the way across to the far side of the seat.

The roller coaster was slow now, trundling up a steep incline. She tried to retrieve what was left of her shorts, but in vain. The torn cloth was wrapped tightly around the end of the bar. Emily saw James and the two guys in the control room far below as she slowly cleared the top of the incline. Their faces were all turned toward her, and it looked like a long way down. This was going to be fast. She pulled her yellow shirt down to cover her exposed panties, locked her arms as she gripped the safety bar tightly, and hoped this would be over quickly.

Emily’s scream was instantly muffled by her t-shirt, which blew up over her face as soon as she picked up speed. She felt her boobs wobbling, squeezed together as they were between her outstretched arms. She was aware of a fierce wind buffeting her thighs and between her legs, and she knew she should hold her legs together to avoid both exposing her panties to the boys below and somehow, however unlikely it would seem under normal circumstances, having her panties just blow right off. She was completely frozen in position, however, and completely unable to prevent James and the others having an uninterrupted view of her spread legs, little red panties, and tits pushed together and forward, jiggling violently as the roller coaster completed its journey, all while her yellow t-shirt flapped uselessly around her head.