Kerry propped herself up on her elbows. John had gone again, but she could see him clearly. She blinked in the bright light, then slowly realised what was going on. "Oh."
She'd never seen him before. His body was simply magnificent. Magnificent and huge. She smiled. But then felt the Ferris Wheel slowly move. She echoed his word. "Shit!"
As soon as he felt the Ferris Wheel begin to move John scrambled for clothing. "Here," he said, shoving Kerry's skirt at her while reaching for yet another article of clothing.
Kerry grabbed the skirt, and looked around. Her crutch. She could see her crutch half poking out of the cab. And it was quivering with every shake of the mechanism. She pushed herself under the seat in a bid to rescue it.
John was so busy admiring Kerry's firm ass that it didn't register to him at first that she was trying to grab her crutch as it tried to leave the gondola. As soon as he saw what was happening, he lunged forward, ignoring the scrapes against his skin from the corrugated metal floor as he wrapped his hand around the end of the crutch. Then he quickly pulled it toward his body. "Whew! That was close," he said. "That thing could've killed someone."
Kerry grabbed hold of it quickly. She didn't like the idea of being without it - and Carter was right - falling from up here it could have killed someone. "Yes." It was reassuring to have in her hand again. She had a sudden nasty thought - "Did anything else fall over?" Even as she spoke she was moving to sort through their clothes.
"Good question." John looked, but didn't see anything else near the edge. Then he looked at the clothes that Kerry was sorting. "All there?"
"No. See any shoes?" She asked hopefully. Carter's pants were here - with ripped knees. And her skirt - with the remains of the candyfloss stuck to it. And she'd found Carter's shirt. "Or underwear? My top?" They could have just been kicked under a seat.
John looked around, and found Kerry's shoes. "Here," he said as he handed them to her. "I don't see your underwear or top. What about my underwear?" He asked as he started to pull on his shirt.
Shoes were good. Shoes were nearly as important as crutch. Kerry received them gratefully, then shook her head in answer to Carter's question. "No." Then she spotted a dark corner under a seat - there seemed to be something in it. She reached in and pulled out the little tiger with a bra draped over him.
"I'm not sitting on anything." John said as he moved to the seat so he could pull on his pants. It would be uncomfortable to walk around without his boxers on, but he would survive. "Where's your shirt?"
The bra didn't seem to fit - all the handling and caressing her breasts had received tonight seemed to have swollen them enormously. Even her nipples were larger than usual and erect. Kerry fumbled with the back fastening, as she looked up at Carter. "Maybe I'm sitting on it." Even as she said it she knew she wasn't.
John wanted to help Kerry with her bra, but he wanted to help her take it back off and not put it back on. He moved over to her. "Here, let me help." He fastened the hooks. "I don't think it's here," he said as he watched her move so she could look for it on the floor. The Ferris Wheel moved a bit and then stopped again. "You can wear my shirt." John began to take off the shirt, glad he hadn't buttoned it yet.
Kerry pushed herself back against Carter's hands as he fiddled with the hooks. "Um, thanks." She was grateful - the idea of walking through Navy Pier topless or scrambling around on the ground looking for it didn't appeal - but somehow she couldn't get her brain moving faster than first gear, she could just feel Carter's hands on her back. When he was done she stood up and pulled her skirt on - just as she'd known, the top wasn't there - the metal floor was rough under her feet. She held out her hand for the shirt.
John stepped into his shoes, glad he had not worn socks tonight. One less article of clothing to worry about. He suddenly grinned as he wondered if Kerry had found her panties? "What about your panties?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as lecherous as he felt. He was already looking forward to getting into the limo and lifting her skirt so he could finish what he had been doing. John handed his shirt to Kerry, then watched her put it on.
Kerry shook her head. "I can't see them." She reached out for the shirt, and sniffed it. It smelt of Carter. The way he'd been on top of her and inside her. She held it for a moment, then slipped her arms into it, and pushing the sleeves up, began to button it. It was enormously too big for her. On some level Kerry knew she should be dying of embarrassment but she wasn't - she was doing up buttons and somewhat sad that her bra had been found - otherwise her breasts would be pushing against the material of his shirt.
John watched Kerry button up his shirt, but in his mind he was seeing himself undoing those buttons. They would be off the Ferris Wheel soon. Well, maybe not as soon as he hoped, but soon enough. The fireworks were probably canceled due to the storm, so they could leave. Get home. Get Kerry undressed again. And in a lighted room where he could see her face as he made love to her. Then it occurred to him that she hadn't answered his question about her panties, which meant that she hadn't found them. He grinned as he thought about running his hands up her thighs and to that soft mound of curls at the vee where her legs met her body. He peered over the side, trying to count the cars that were between them and the ground. He really wanted to get them out of there and into the limo. "How long do you think it will take for us to reach the ground?"
Kerry finished buttoning the buttons to the very top. Being in his shirt was strangely intimate, almost like being in his arms. She sat down beside him on the seat and looked out. "I think we were at the top before, and we're maybe a third of the way down now? Not long." Speaking of not long, Kerry reached forward and lent over to put her shoes on. There - she was now as dressed as she was going to be. No panties and wearing Carter's shirt. She looked up toward him. He was dressed too now. She didn't think you could tell what they'd been doing only a few minutes ago. She wondered what was going to happen when they got home - would they just pretend that this had never happened? Kerry unconsciously lifted her face toward him, wanting the reassurance of a kiss.
John put his arm around Kerry's shoulders and pulled her close, then kissed her. She was very receptive to his kiss and as he deepened it, he couldn't resist trailing his free hand up her leg and to her knee, then up her thigh. As he waited for her legs to part, he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, letting her have free rein in his.
Kerry chased Carter's tongue with her own, reaching up and into his mouth. She tried to part her legs for his fingers, but her bad leg was on the outside, and it wouldn't move far.
John felt Kerry's leg move a bit and it was enough to let him think that his advances were welcome. He followed Kerry's thighs to the apex, then ran his fingers through her red curls there. He had been delighted to find that Kerry was a natural redhead and was thankful for the additional lighting for showing him *that*. As Kerry's tongue toyed with his mouth, he let his fingers caress her, and the moan that escaped her throat only to be buried in his mouth made him increase the speed at which his fingers moved. John began to wonder just how many times he could bring Kerry to climax before they reached the ground. It would certainly be fun to try to find the answer to that question!
Kerry moved forward trying to impale herself on those fingers. She let a hand drift down from Carter's face - over that bare chest, until she found his cock. It was hard. She wanted it inside her, like those fingers were. Suddenly she let go, arched her back, and let out a high-pitched wail before slumping downwards.
John grinned as he stilled his hand. Success. He bent down and kissed Kerry's forehead. "I think you liked that, didn't you?"
Kerry captured one of his hands, and pulled it to her mouth, sucking a finger. "Yes." There was nothing else to say. "Yes." She just wanted to be closer to him, as close as possible. She stood up, and moved to sit on his knee.
John reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. It felt strange to think of unbuttoning his shirt as it was on someone else, but he knew he that he had to reach Kerry's breasts or he would die right there. As soon as he had the shirt opened enough to move it, he pushed the material aside and enveloped a still swollen breast with his mouth, letting his tongue tease the erect nipple through her bra. He couldn't move the rest of the shirt out of the way, so he went under it with his other hand so he could cup that breast and then softly caress it while his mouth caressed its twin.
Kerry moaned and twisted herself up, pushing her nipple up and into him. She didn't understand how he could do so many things that felt good. Each time it felt like she'd gone to heaven, and then he went and did something else. She mewed as he suckled her. She had one arm on the handrail of the car each side of his head. It was hard to push one breast into a hand from below, and the other into his mouth from above, but she needed to do it. She kissed the top of his head - the only bit of him she could reach.
As Kerry tried to give him even better access to her body, John thought that what he really needed was to get the lace and satin from her bra out of his way. He moved his hand enough to push the bra up and over her breasts, hating having to let go with his mouth for even that short time, but when he was able to touch bare skin with his lips, he knew it was worth it. He loved the sounds that Kerry was making as he loved her and he couldn't resist the urge to let go of her left breast so he could use that hand somewhere else. He didn't even bother to trail his hand up her thigh this time, he just went under her skirt and straight to the heart and soul of her being, softly stroking her once again.
Kerry's good leg was on the outside as she sat on Carter's knee, and she moved it as much as possible to give him full access to her. She moved an arm from the handrail to encircle Carter and hold him as close as possible, and screwed her eyes shut mewing and whimpering, pushing herself into him and onto him.
John was about to move down in his seat when Kerry suddenly grabbed him, trapping him in one place. Oh, well, he had to leave something for them to do in the limo, he thought. His own body was tense with desire and arousal, but he knew he couldn't get any relief until they reached the house. Next time, he vowed, next time he would make sure he had more than one condom in his wallet or pocket.
Her breathing changed. It went shallow and fast. She squirmed trying to get the rhythm, and with each exhalation muttered "god."
As Kerry's movements grew more frantic, John slowed down, not wanting her to reach that delicious edge quite yet. They had plenty of time, so he could play her body for a bit, bring her to the brink again and again.
Kerry opened her eyes when Carter slowed the rhythm. "What?" She pushed herself onto him again, trying to stimulate the movements. "Why've you stopped?
John grinned. "I stopped because I'm mean and cruel, Kerry." He said, loving the way her name rolled off his tongue. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you come, but in my own time. Right now I'm having too much fun watching the way your emotions show on your face every time I do..." John moved his fingers slightly "this."
Cruel and mean seemed to cover it - especially when he could give her pleasure with the flick of a finger. Kerry looked up at him, and tried to move herself onto his fingers again. No joy - or rather only minimal joy. She bit her lip, then carefully released one of the arms that were anchoring her in place, and let it trail down to where Carter's hard cock was tenting his pants - digging into her hip. She ran her fingers up and down it - through the fabric.
John growled low in his throat as Kerry's fingers caressed him. The feeling of the smooth cotton of his pants was so erotic as her fingers moved it back and forth over the taut skin of his cock. Damn, but she was cruel. With a laugh, he started up again with his fingers. "You win."
Kerry left her hand on his cock, squeezing it and stroking it as he played with her. Stroke for stroke and squeeze for rub. Every pleasure for her, leading to one for him. She felt him get larger, harder, and stronger. She bit her lip, and looked up at him. "Wish you were clean."
"I am clean," John said. "At least I keep testing that way. But I don't want to ever take any chances with you, Kerry. You and I both know a person can test negative for years and then get a positive." He knew he would come right in his pants if she didn't stop. "You really should stop now, or I won't be able to walk around once we get off."
Kerry shook her head. "No need to sound sanctimonious about it. I can know AND wish." Even as she spoke Kerry couldn't believe that she'd said something so open. She could know and wish and hope.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to sound sanctimonious. I just know that when I'm all hot and bothered like this, practical matters tend to take a back seat. But, I'm serious. If you want us to do something more once we're away from this Ferris Wheel, then you need to stop moving your hand." John grinned at her.
Kerry suddenly sat back resolutely. "Then you should stop too." As much as she wanted Carter's fingers in her if his penis couldn't be, she wanted to play fair.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind making you come again and again and again, you know." John said with a smile. He wiggled his fingers a bit. "In or out?"
Kerry pushed herself against Carter's fingers as he wiggled. They felt so good. "Out, I guess." Even as she spoke, she pushed herself further over them.
John decided to obey Kerry's actions as opposed to her words, and he continued what he was doing. He leaned forward a bit so he could kiss his way along the side of Kerry's neck and then across her collar bone, then down over her exposed skin then closed his mouth over the cotton and slowly suckled her nipple through the material.
Kerry pushed her breast up and into his mouth. He was consuming her. Kerry wrapped her arms around Carter and tried to push her whole body into him. His tongue was making little damp trails of fire around her aureole.
The more that Kerry's body encouraged him, the more John wanted. He moved his mouth from breast to breast, not really getting enough of either and wishing there was some way he could get both into his mouth at one time. Meanwhile, he was still trying to bring her to completion -- again. Even as he ran his tongue over the peak of her taut nipple, he could feel Kerry's body tensing and he knew that she would soon find release.
Kerry pushed herself down onto Carter, and then felt the world explode around her, yet again. She and he and they. She let out a strangled cry, and when she came to herself again was encircled in Carter's arms pressed as tightly as she could be against his bare chest.
"God, Kerry." John whispered into her ear as he held her tightly. He wondered just how many cars were yet to be unloaded? They needed to get home as soon as possible. And not just because he wanted to be buried deep inside of her again, but because he wanted to feel her bare skin against his. Wanted to see her, damn it!
"God," seemed to cover it all very well. Kerry kept her eyes tight shut as they held each other. She could feel her bra digging into her breasts from above, and the buttons of the shirt pressed tight between those two bodies, but the fabric served only to remind how very, very close they were. How the inflamed cock was digging into her hip. Kerry started nuzzling Carter's chest - licking the convenient nearer nipple. She stopped for a second, and repeated, "God."
John moaned. "If you keep doing that, then it will all be over for me. And I'm not sure I can get it up for a third time tonight." He said. Although he was hoping he was joking, there was that worry in the back of his head that he might not be able to get it up again if he came now. "I wonder if there's any place between here and the parking lot that sells condoms?"
"I've got some at home, from...." Kerry stopped, realising that she didn't want to mention Ellis' name. But before Kerry could continue she heard a cheery voice a few feet below them.
"You're here now, and what are your names?"
She opened her eyes with a gasp, and peered over the edge of the carriage to see that the cabin below them was being emptied. She sat up hastily, and tried to redo the buttons on the shirt.
"Shit." John muttered. He tried his best to help Kerry with the buttons, glad that she had never gotten around to undoing his pants. By the time their car began to lower to the ground, John was sure they were presentable. Well, fairly presentable. Then he took a final look at Kerry and noticed that some of the buttons were off kilter, but the door was being opened and it was too late. Shit.
Kerry stood up, and attempted to straighten her skirt - but it was gummed together by the candyfloss - she only hoped the gummed bit would slightly disguise the ripped bit.
The carriage door was smoothly opened, and a burly man with a clipboard started on his speech. "You're here now, and what are your names?" He then did a double take. "Uh. If you've been hurt we've got paramedics waiting over here."
Kerry picked up Ferris the tiger, and looked over in the direction he gestured, her eyes widening as she saw Doris and Zadro.