John Brown and Gina Ulrich giggled as they scampered together, hand in hand, away from the ferris wheel. They didn't stop until they were around at least two corners, between a ring-toss booth and a booth selling airbrushed rasta-alien t-shirts. Both panting, they stood in the middle of the Tri-City Fallstravaganza fairground, hands on their knees, their bodies battling between merriment and the need for oxygen.
"Oh gosh!" Gina gasped, "Oh gosh! I... I didn't think the wheel was going to come back around so quickly!"
"Yeah, me neither!", John replied, "We're lucky I was able to get my pants z-" He checked around himself at the scattered bystanders and lowered his voice to a whisper. "We're lucky I was able to get zipped back up in time!"
"Y'know what?", Gina whispered back, bending slightly so her mouth was level with John's ear.
"What?"
"I... I actually DIDN'T get myself sorted out in time."
"Wha-"
"My panties are still up there!"
"Oh jeez!" John covered his mouth with his hands and his eyes went wide. "I hope whoever finds them can't... y'know... trace them back to us. I don't wanna get tossed out of the fair! We'd get banned for life!"
"I'm a grown woman, John.", Gina stated with a straight face, "I think I've grown out of needing to write my name on my underwear."
That got them both giggling a second time, ignoring the stares of their fellow fairgoers. John sighed and took Gina's hand in his again, and together they began strolling among the amusements.
"I... I've never done anything like that before." Gina admitted.
"Hey, you think I have? If you'll recall, I was deathly afraid of heights until recently."
"I'd say that particular phobia is definitely cured."
"Well..." John shrugged, "I guess it helps to have positive associations. Now, when I think of being high up, I think of you!"
"Aww." Gina booped John on the nose. "You're sweet. And that was really great. Although... I do wish that I'd been able to... y'know... help you finish."
"Hey, that's alright. It's not the destination, it's the journey, y'know? And who you take that journey with!"
"Yeah, but..." Gina shrugged. "You got ME to the finish line! And that's tough to do, I normally take a really long time when I'm... when I'm by myself."
"What can I say? I guess I've got the magic touch."
"You do! And... and I just... I really wanted to make that happen for you."
"You really don't have to, Gina, just being with you-"
"I do, though! I want to see you finish! It's... it's like a little fireworks show, letting me know I did a good job!"
John chuckled. "Well, I think we probably shouldn't go back to the ferris wheel, but if you wanted to... ah... go for round two, um..." John thought. "Well, we can't go back to my place, my mom's there..."
"Same. What about your car?"
"What, in the parking lot? I'm afraid my windshield is a little too transparent for that. The bathrooms?" Gina looked over at a row of portapotties, at least one of which was leaking something brown onto the ground.
"Definitely not. What about the Tunnel of Love, isn't that what it's for?"
John shook his head. "They put cameras in there."
"What? Since when?"
"Since last year, when that guy brought a watermelon in with him."
"Oh, ew, I'd forgotten about that!"
"Yeah, heck of a place for the news crew to be getting footage of the fairgrounds. Um... what about the hall of mirrors?"
"John, the idea is to make us LESS visible, not MORE. Roller coaster? No one would be able to see us if we were in the very back seat."
"I'm not THAT over my fear of heights. Bumper cars?"
"Too bumpy. What about the spinny centrifuge thing... the Gravitron?"
"I think you'll have a hard time with me if my dick is squished into a hockey puck."
They giggled again, then stopped against the wall of the House of Horrors and kissed. Gina moaned softly into John's mouth, and caressed the back of his head. John took a half-step forward, so his knee pushed ever so slightly between Gina's thighs, and allowed his hand to rest on the small of her back, drifting into what, debatably, was upper butt territory.
They stayed like that for only a few seconds, but the sound of someone disapprovingly clearing their throat caused them to pull apart. John looked past Gina to the moustached attendant of the House, who made eye contact, shook his head disapprovingly, and made the a two-fingered I'm-watching-you gesture. John felt himself blushing, and shrugged sheepishly.
Gina didn't see the gesture - she was looking up, apparently doing some sort of complicated calculation of angles in her head. She smiled broadly.
"John... I've got an idea.", she whispered. "Act real casual. Wait thirty seconds, then follow me." With that, she sauntered away, hands clasped behind her back, whistling an aimless tune. John watched as she came to the far end of the mural of zombies and ghosts, looked both ways, then ducked between it and the ice cream vendor.
As requested, John stood awkwardly by himself, counting Mississippis in his head. Once he reached thirty, he also sauntered casually to the end of the mural, and turned the corner to the narrow space between the buildings.
"Gina?", John whispered in the empty alley, "Where'd you go?"
"Up here!"
John looked up, and, sure enough, there was Gina's head, looking down at him from on top of the House of Horrors' two-storey building.
"Wha- How'd you get up there?"
"You ever hear of a little thing called parkour?"
John looked at a nearby garbage can, then to the top of the fusebox, then to the one-inch-wide ledge that separated the storeys of the building, then to the hanging eavestrough.
"Are you kidding me?", he exclaimed.
"Yes." Gina replied. "Yes, I am. There's a ladder around back."
"Oh."
John continued around to the far side of the building and, sure enough, there was a ladder up to the top. He made his way up, with a blank brick wall in front of him and the thirty-foot fence behind, and emerged on the rectangular rooftop of the building. Gina pulled him close as soon as he was free of the ladder, and they kissed again, this time not stopping for anyone.
John eventually pulled away and looked around, getting his bearings. He had expected to be able to see the entire fairground from up here, but instead, the giant facade of the House of Horrors blocked almost everything but the very top of the ferris wheel from view. Every direction John turned his head, all he could see was bare rooftop, blue sky, and Gina. Even the sounds of the crowd and the various competing musics were muted.
"Wow!" John said. "I never would have thought of this! How'd you know we would be able to get up here?"
"I was in the House of Horrors a few years ago, I remembered seeing an access hatch in the ceiling of that one room with the machine that drops fake spiders on you. I believe it would be directly under there." She pointed and, sure enough, there was a square panel with a hinge on one side and a padlock on the other.
"Gosh, Gina, you are... you're so smart!"
Gina shrugged and tried to look modest. "I have my moments. I figure as long as no low-flying planes or hot air balloons come by, we have all the privacy we need."
"This fair doesn't have any hot air balloon things, does it?"
"It does not."
"Well then."
They kissed again, their hands moving over each other's bodies shamelessly this time. John grabbed at Gina's ass with both hands, and she responded by snaking her arms up under his shirt, rubbing against his back.
Abruptly, she dropped to her knees and hurriedly begain undoing John's pants.
"Whoa!"
"Mm. You gonna finish for me, John?" She already had his cock, fully erect, in her hand, and stroked it gently. "You gonna give me my little fireworks show?"
"I... Gina... you want it?"
Gina grinned, and cupped his balls with her left hand as she sped up the handjob she was giving with her right.
"You know I want it, John. I want you to cum for me. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"Oh, Gina, you're gorgeous!"
Gina let go of John's balls and shifted slightly, so she could lift her skirt, giving John a view of what was underneath it. She was, indeed, going commando. John could see the little tuft of her pubic hair, and the faintest glisten of moisture somewhere beneath it.
"You like what you see?"
"Oh... oh yes, yes I do!"
"You had your finger in there, you know?"
"I... I did!"
"You gave me an orgasm, John. It was a really good one."
"Oh... hnnngh."
"Come on, John, give me what I want." Gina stroked John's cock harder, with an almost frantic speed. "Gimme what I want!"
"GHAH!" John cried out and spasmed in place as he reached orgasm, thick white cum erupting from his cock in spurt after spurt.
"Eep!" Gina reacted, as John's jizz splattered against her face and chest. "Ack, I didn't expect it to shoot that far!"
"Hahhh! Hahh. Hhh. Uh. Uh oh. Sorry!" John winced, seeing Gina's predicament. "I was really pent up, I guess!"
Gina let go of John's cock and wiped ineffectually at the mess on her face and shirt. "I guess I'm good with angles, not so good with trajectories. Ah, you even got some in my hair!"
"Sorry! I... hey, I just gave you what you said you wanted!"
"I said 'come on, give it to me', not 'come on me'! Oh gosh. I'm a mess. Oh... how are we going to get out of here?"
John brought up a mental map of the fairgrounds and swallowed nervously. The House of Horrors was all the way at the far side away from the entrance. They would have to pass across the entire fair without being spotted and banned - or worse, arrested for indecent exposure!
John tucked himself away and zipped up. "I have a plan." he said. "Wait... uh... wait two minutes, then follow me." Determinedly, he strode to the ladder and, with the casual flair of someone who'd never had acrophobia a day in his life, grabbed the sides and slid quickly to the ground.
Gina stood alone on the top of the House of Horrors, exposed to the elements, underwearless, and covered in rapidly cooling semen. Nervously, she counted steamboats to herself, then, at one-twenty, she cautiously tiptoed to the side of the building and peeked over the edge. John was scurrying back down the alley, holding something in either hand. Gina swallowed, then moved to the ladder and cautiously climbed down.
When she made it to the ground, John was holding his hands behind his back and grinning.
"What'd you get? Wetnaps?"
"Better! I got you a disguise!"
"A disguise?"
John brought out his hands, revealing two multiscoop waffle cones - a white and a purple. He handed the white to Gina, then held the purple up and mashed his face forward into it. He looked at Gina with a dripping ice-cream-covered grin.
"See? We're just a pair of messy eaters!"
"...You really think this will work?"
"Hey, of course it'll work? Who in their right mind would see a woman eating a white ice cream cone with white goop all over her face and chest, and think 'hmm, that must actually be semen'?"
"Hmm. Well, I guess it's our only option. Although now I kinda wish you ejaculated in purple, I'd prefer wildberry over vanilla."
"Oh, that's not vanilla. It's pi a colada!"
"Really?" Gina licked her dessert treat. "Ooh, that's good."
"Of course it is! Now come on, we've got a ways to go before we can..." - John gave her a dramatic look - "ESCAPE THE FAIR!"
Gina laughed, and together they walked back out through the narrow alleyway and into the lane between buildings. They held hands and walked slowly, making a point of exaggerating how much they were enjoying their ice cream. A few people gave them strange looks, but said nothing. So far, the disguise was working.
"Oh gosh. John." Gina whispered through her teeth.
"What?"
"I just smiled and nodded to a whole Amish family with your... ice cream all over my face."
"Hey, I'm sure the Amish know all about... y'know... ice cream."
"Actually, do they have refrigeration?"
"I think some of them do. They're allowed to EAT ice cream, surely."
"Well, they can't have THIS ice cream. This ice cream is mine."
"You certainly earned it."
"Thank you."
They passed by the ferris wheel, and John could faintly hear a woman's voice saying "Well, they're certainly not MINE!". He buried his face in his wildberry ice cream again and walked faster.
Just as they were about to reach the exit and the parking lot, a telegenic voice called out. "EXCUSE ME!"
They turned, and a well-dressed woman with a microphone was there, followed by a dude with a TV camera and a backwards baseball cap.
"Um... yes?" John squeaked.
"We're getting some footage of the fair this year, and you two look like... well, you look like you're really enjoying yourselves. Mind if we get a few seconds with you?"
"Uh... sure!" John said through a forced smile. The reporter stepped in close, and the cameraman focused on them for a few seconds, then gave a thumbs up.
"Is this your first time coming to the fair?" was the opener.
"No, we... we've been here before. We love it." Gina replied. She was visibly blushing, bright red under the splatters of white.
"What's your favourite fair attraction?"
"I love being on the ferris wheel!" John blurted.
"And I love the House of Horrors!" Gina added.
"And we both love ice cream!"
"We sure do!"
"CUT! Okay, good stuff you two, thanks a lot." The reporter switched the mic to her other hand so she could reach to shake John and Gina's hands, then thought better of it and just patted them both on their relatively clean shoulders.
"You're... uh.... you're very welcome." John replied. "Glad to help!"
"Yeah, We have to be more careful these days.", the cameraman confided, "Last year I accidentally got a shot of a man coming out of the Tunnel of Love after gettin' freaky with a watermelon!"
The reporter shot her cameraman a dirty look. "Rodney!"
"Hey, I did."
John grinned nervously. "A watermelon! You don't say!"
"Yeah, we actually got an FTC fine for that. Apparently, when you broadcast some dude's uncensored love juice on TV, you get in a lot of trouble."
"Well! I certainly hope that doesn't happen again! Come on, sweetheart, darling, let's... let's get the heck out of here!"
John grabbed Gina by the hand and together they hustled through the turnstile and out into the parking lot. The reporter and cameraman watched them get past the admission booth and then sprint away towards John's car.
"Strange couple."
"Yeah. They look good together, though. At least we got some usable footage."
"Indeed we did."
The reporter looked down at a glob of white she'd managed to get on the tip of her finger. She shrugged, and absentmindedly put it in her mouth.
