Chapter 6 Zaxon #2
She tries to smother it, but the edge of her lips twitch into a grin, as her fingers fiddle with the ribbon at the front of her neckline. Tugging gently at the ends she almost unravels the purple bow. Teasing me with the skin of her breasts beneath.
I like Bea in purple. I’d like it even more with purple in Bea. The deep purple of my tongue or the dusky purple at the base of my cock. Either or both are good options. I vote one, then the other, then both. One in her mouth and one in her pussy, then switch.
This is so not helping my boner.
We continue weaving our way through the rides and games, stopping frequently for Bea to inspect one thing or another.
I stopped paying attention to what she’s sniffing or poking or writing down in her little notebook long ago.
Every time I tried to ask a question or sneak a peek, she’d scold me like a child.
She seems to be winding down with the setting sun, slipping her leather-bound notebook into her white macrame purse that resembles a seashell.
Putting away the clicking pen that’s been practically adhered to her hand all day.
Looking more at the people and neon lights than the trashcans and hand railings.
She portrays an uptight rule follower, but I can see who she is underneath.
Hidden below the sass, scowls, and sexy librarian glasses, she’s a considerate, passionate, humorous, woman.
With soft suntanned skin and chestnut hair with golden strands that glisten in the sunlight, topped with chocolate brown eyes enlarged by her glasses to make her appear even more alluring.
I watch her as she takes in the families and happy vacationing tourists around us. Hands linked behind her back, and a posture of disinterest. A glimmer twinkles in her eye when she spots a smiling human male pass over a giant stuffed seahorse to the mermaid he’s with.
“Would you like me to win you a prize?” I offer, hoping she says yes but not holding my breath.
“No. Carnival prizes are pointless and cheaply made. More likely to play home to a family of bedbugs than be of any use to me.”
Shaking my head, I don’t even bother trying to convince her. She will no doubt have a reason for every no she gives me. But that isn’t going to stop me from asking every time we pass a game or ride.
“You must have been dreary to take to the fair when you were a child. Did you say no to everything then too?”
“I was not dreary, I was…cautious. Fair rides are notoriously unsafe, and the games are rigged. I simply made sure everyone in my family knew that. Especially my brothers.”
Bea wanders at a slow pace around a group of animated teens, one a basilisk with a long yellow tail.
It flicks, as a female elf steps closer to the male, who is obviously excited by her proximity, and nearly trips Bea at the ankle.
I catch her around the waist and redirect her around the oblivious group of adolescents.
“How many brothers do you have?”
“Four, and three sisters.”
“You have seven siblings?” I was not expecting that.
“Yup, and all of them lack the natural self-preservation instinct. It’s like they want to lose a limb or contract tetanus.”
I can just imagine little Bea running around with a homemade first aid kit, yelling for her brothers to stay off the rusted jungle gym.
“I bet your brothers ignored everything you said, didn’t they?”
“Yes!” She turns wide eyes on me like I’m the only one who’s ever understood her. I like it when she looks at me like that. “They thought they were invincible. Even broken bones couldn’t deter them.”
“Well, there has to be something you enjoy. I know it’s not sand, or games.”
She looks at me from the side of her eye rolling her lips between her teeth deciding if she should tell me or not.
“I like to read. Mostly mystery thrillers. Sometimes I like making macrame, like my purse.” She lifts her arm where the seashell shaped white purse hangs from the crook of her elbow by a wooden ring.
“You made that?”
“Yes. It’s relaxing.”
“I like origami,” I admit. “I know being a big guy with giant fingers isn’t the most ideal for origami, but like your macrame, I find it relaxing.”
“Japanese paper folding and French knot tying. We’re a pair, aren’t we?” Bea giggles and I like the idea of us being a pair.
“Yes, we are.”
Stepping closer to Bea I circle my wing around her back forcing her to walk closer to me, placing her neatly in the perfect position to slide an arm around her back. She doesn’t complain when I settle my hand on her hip. The flesh beneath my fingers is soft and gives under my gentle kneading.
The tip of my tail grazes up the back of her calf, knee, and thigh.
Bea sucks in a breath but doesn’t break her stride.
I know this isn’t a date, we’re both technically working, but I’m not going to let this opportunity with Bea slip through my claws.
This is the first time in a long time a female has come along that intrigues me, makes me want more.
She is a black hole pulling me into her orbit and sucking me in.
I very much would like to get her alone, and naked. The sensation of her skin under my hand and tail has my cock straining in my slacks, the ridges along the shaft rubbing and causing an ache in my balls. I bet she would feel amazing sliding up and down those ridges, taking my cock inch by inch.
Fuck me, I’m only making this worse by imagining it. I need something to distract me, or somewhere semi-private we can get a little more familiar with one another.
Just then the Ferris wheel comes into view, and I have a genius idea. In one of those buckets, we can talk a little more privately and get close and cozy. But if I ask, she’s only going to say no. Luckily there’s no line.
I shift my hold from Bea’s waist to her wrist and guide her towards the Ferris wheel, not verbalizing my plan until we get closer because she’ll only shoot me down.
“I know you’ve said no to everything else in the carnival, but you have to at least ride the Ferris wheel. It’s a classic. Everyone loves it.”
Bea’s steps falter and she starts stuttering her words.
“Oh, well, you know, we shouldn’t. They’re not safe. And I, well, there’s…maybe some other time?”
“Nope. No backing out of this, you’re riding the Ferris wheel and that’s final. There’re no bed bugs, it can’t run off the track, and it goes super slow. You’re perfectly safe.”
We make it up to the loading platform and Bea is hesitant but allows me to lead her to the waiting bucket and reluctantly sit her inside the yellow bench seat.
She slides all the way to the opposite side, and I follow in behind her.
Since these rides are permanent there far safer than the ones in a traveling carnival and much larger to accommodate all manner of beings of various sizes.
The ride operator lowers the bar over our laps and recites the standard keep your hands, arms, legs, tentacles, tails and wings inside the ride at all times speech and then we’re moving.