Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

She kissed him again before the first one had fully finished settling.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of his face, her fingers pressing lightly into his jaw, her whole body leaning into it from where she was sitting on his leg.

He kissed her back properly this time, one hand finding her waist, the other at the back of her head, and she made a small sound against his mouth that had been sitting somewhere waiting to come out.

He moved his mouth from hers to her jaw, then down her neck, his lips finding the skin there, warm in the afternoon air that moved through the gondola at this height.

"Mm," she said, her head tilting back.

He kept going, his mouth working down her neck to her collarbone, and his hands found the buttons of her top, working them open one by one, unhurried about it.

She looked down at his hands and then at his face and didn’t stop him.

He pushed the fabric aside and looked at her.

Her boobs sat there in the open air of the gondola, average in size but full and round, her nipples already hard from the exposure and everything building toward it, the skin of them pale and soft in the afternoon light.

He lowered his mouth to one of them.

"Oh," she said, immediately, her back straightening, her hand going to the back of his head. "Oh god."

He worked slowly, his tongue moving in circles, his hand coming up to the other one, squeezing gently while his mouth stayed where it was, and she made a sound that had nothing managed about it anywhere.

"Mm," she said. "Oh. Don’t stop. Don’t stop that."

He kept going, switching between them, his mouth and his hands working together, feeling her breathing change above him, her whole body orienting toward what he was doing.

"It’s driving me crazy," she said, her voice lower than before. "Liam."

He looked up at her from where he was.

She was looking down at him with her eyes carrying something that had nothing to do with the Ferris wheel or the park or any of it.

"I want you," she said. Direct and simple and entirely meaning it.

Liam looked at the gondola around them. At the safety bar. At the park visible through the open sides, considerably below them.

"They might fix it soon," he said, the practical part of his brain making one last effort. "We might not have enough—"

The speaker crackled.

"Attention guests." The same voice from before, this time carrying the specific energy of someone delivering news they were not looking forward to delivering. "We want to update you on the current situation. Our technical team has assessed the drive mechanism and unfortunately the repair is going to take considerably longer than initially anticipated. We ask for your continued patience and want to assure you that you are completely safe. We apologize for the inconvenience and will keep you updated."

From somewhere below, a voice. "How long is considerably longer."

Another voice, different gondola. "I have a dinner reservation."

Same voice again. "This is unbelievable."

A third voice, further away. "My kids are down there."

First voice again. "My dinner reservation is at seven."

Second voice. "You said that already."

First voice. "I’m saying it again."

Liam listened to all of this.

Then he looked at Tasha.

She was looking at him with a smile that had settled into something entirely comfortable with the situation, her top still open, her hands in her lap.

"Looks like we have more time," she said.

Liam looked at her.

"We should use it then," he said.

She was already moving toward him.

They kissed and this time there was no uncertainty in it on either side, both of them knowing what the direction was, her hands finding his shirt and working the buttons while he reached for her skirt, the gondola swaying very gently at its height as they moved.

She climbed onto his lap fully now, her knees on either side of his thighs, her skirt pushed up around her waist, and she reached down and worked his trousers open and freed him and looked at him from above.

She positioned herself and sank down slowly.

"Oh," she said, her eyes closing, her hands pressing flat against his chest. "Oh god."

She held there for a moment, adjusting, her head dropping forward.

Then she started moving.

Slow circles at first, her hips rolling forward and back, her boobs swaying slightly with the motion, the afternoon light catching them from the open sides of the gondola.

She had her hands on his shoulders and her eyes half open and she was looking at him with the specific expression of someone who had decided on something and was finding it exactly as good as they had expected.

"Mm," she said. "Oh. Liam."

He gripped her waist and let her set the pace, feeling everything she was doing above him, the warmth of her, the rhythm she had found and was building from.

She picked it up.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Mm."

Her boobs moved with the increased pace, swaying forward on each downstroke and pulling back with each rise, the skin of them flushed pink from everything building between them. Her hands pressed harder on his shoulders.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Right there. Oh god right there."

He gripped her waist tighter and drove up to meet her from below and she made a sound that went out into the open air of the gondola without anything to stop it.

The gondola swayed slightly with the motion of them.

Below, far below, the park continued doing what it was doing, entirely unaware.

"Mm," she said. "Haa. Oh. Liam."

He kept driving up to meet each downstroke, the combined rhythm of both of them building steadily, her sounds climbing with it, each one less contained than the one before.

"Oh," she said. "Oh I’m going to. Already. Oh god."

He gripped her waist hard and drove up and she came, her whole body tightening on his lap, her hands gripping his shoulders, a long broken sound leaving her into the afternoon air above the park, the gondola swaying from the force of her shaking through it.

She stayed there for a moment, breathing, her forehead dropping against his.

Then she looked at him.

She climbed off his lap.

She stood up in the gondola, finding her balance, turning to face the view, both hands finding the safety rail at the open side, the park spread out below them and the city visible beyond it in the afternoon light, everything small and ordered from up here.

She looked back at him over her shoulder.

He stood behind her.

He gripped her hips and pushed in from behind.

"Oh," she said, her hands tightening on the rail. "Oh. Oh that’s different."

He started moving.

From this position the view was everything, the park below and the sky above and the city spread out to the horizon, and they were at the top of a stopped Ferris wheel in a gondola with the afternoon light on both of them and none of it was part of any plan either of them had made when they woke up this morning.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Mm," she said. "Oh god."

Her ass pushed back against him with each stroke, the flesh of it soft and present in his hands, rippling slightly with each impact.

Her boobs swayed beneath her, forward and back with the rhythm, the cool air at this height doing nothing to reduce the warmth building between them.

He drove forward.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Haa."

He gripped her hips and pulled her back to meet each thrust, the sound of them mixing with the wind at this height and the distant sounds of the park below and the ongoing complaints coming from the gondola two positions along where the dinner reservation man was still processing his feelings about the situation.

"This is completely unacceptable," the man said, from somewhere below and to the right.

Tasha made a sound.

Liam kept going.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Oh. Liam."

Her hands gripped the rail hard, her back arching slightly, her whole body moving with the rhythm he had set, her ass pushing back against him on every stroke, her sounds coming freely now into the open air with nothing to stop them.

"Mm," she said. "Haa. Oh. Right there. Don’t stop."

He drove forward harder.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god."

The gondola swayed with the motion of them and the afternoon light sat on everything and below them the park was small and manageable and up here nothing was small or manageable and both of them had stopped caring about the distinction a while ago.

"Oh," she said. "Oh I’m. Haa. Oh god I’m going to again."

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh Liam."

She came standing against the rail, her hands gripping it white, the sound of it going out across the view in front of them and disappearing into the afternoon with nowhere particular to land.

He held her through it, his hands on her hips, feeling the last of the waves move through her before he pulled back and she turned and leaned against the rail looking at him, her chest rising and falling, her hair loose around her face, her expression carrying everything that had just happened without apology.