Chapter 9 - Mike
I’d planned to take Willow out on a fun date for Valentine’s Day, but since she couldn’t book a day off work, we postponed it until today. It’s only a day later, so it still counts.
I had spent a lot of time considering our Valentine plans and ultimately decided that we should venture out in public together.
So far, we had only been meeting at my house and hadn’t officially gone on any outings as a couple.
This seemed like the perfect opportunity for us to hold hands and explore the real world together.
At first, I thought about taking her out to dinner, but that felt too cliche. Maybe a hike or a trip to the theater? However, I realized that my ideas were all based on my own preferences. If I wanted to be a good boyfriend, I needed to consider things she might enjoy.
In the end, I settled on an amusement park. It turned out to be a great choice, because she used to love going to them as a kid.
“I haven’t been here for years,” she says as we pull into the parking lot at Moose Canyon Park.
It’s handy that it’s only a half-hour drive away so we don’t waste most of the day traveling. And they’re doing an exclusive adults day for Valentine’s, so there won’t be too many kids about.
“Same. The last time I was here was with...” I let the sentence trail away as I realize I’m about to say, “with my wife”.
Willow steps closer and kisses my cheek, slipping her hand over mine. “It’s okay. You can talk about her around me. It’s no secret that you were married before. And all that history makes you the person I adore now. So never think you have to hide that from me.”
For someone so young, sometimes she says the wisest things. And I find it amusing that she said adore, just like Nancy did.
It’s not too crowded and we pass through the ticket turnstiles quickly and find ourselves outside Moose Mansion, the home of Wilber Moose, the park mascot.
There’s a shop full of Wilber merchandise and I notice Willow eyeing a cuddly Wilber toy as we walk by.
When we leave, I’ll buy her one to add to her stuffie collection.
If she moves in, she can leave it on our bed all day, standing guard till nighttime.
“So, what do you want to do first? Tipping teacups? The rapids ride? Moose Mayhem? Or do you need to sit down after walking from the parking lot?” she says with a grin.
She spent most of the drive researching all the information about the park and has memorized every ride. I don’t even have a clue what Moose Mayhem is.
“What about the Ferris wheel? I mean, it’s Valentine’s. We can kiss at the top.”
“Great idea,” she says, taking my hand. “That’s good boyfriend thinking.”
The queue isn’t long, and within a few minutes, we’re in one of the little compartments. We have it to ourselves, and we snuggle as the wheel turns slowly until it stops at the top.
“Thank you for taking me out today. Oliver-the-Scumbucket always said that Valentine’s is a marketing ploy to sell flowers and cards, but it’s nice to be treated like a princess now and again.”
I take her pretty face in my hands and kiss her deeply, only breaking it when the compartment jerks as the wheel starts turning.
“I treat you so well because you are worth it,” I say. “And you deserve to have someone show you they care.”
When the ride ends, we grab some hot dogs and then take a slow walk through the flower gardens. She even surprises me by making blowjob jokes with the hot dog and gets her ass gently bopped for it.
“You were kidding when you said you wouldn’t go on any of the scary rides, right?” she asks.
When I told her we were going to the park this morning, she was so excited about the roller coaster and kept talking about us taking a photo on it.
It was only then that I had to admit I don’t actually like rides.
When I used to go to the park, my wife would go on everything and I would sit on a bench and wait for her.
I guess I was old before my time; I enjoyed watching her delight at the rides rather than taking part in them myself.
But on the drive over, Willow was so excited about going on everything that I changed my mind. Sure, the idea of riding on a plummeting steel car at a hundred miles an hour is not my go-to idea of fun, but if I’m doing this to give her a fun couples day out, then we should do it together.
“Yeah, I was only kidding. After all, I want to watch your face as we go crashing over the rapids.”
So that’s what we do. For four or five hours, we go on pretty much every ride in the park.
By the end, we’re exhausted and happy and have made a whole load of new memories.
We bought the official pictures on the rides and Willow has been snapping selfies all day.
But we still haven’t been on the massive rollercoaster.
“Oooh, cotton candy! Let’s get some,” she says as we walk past a street vendor. “A good boyfriend would buy me some.”
She bats her eyelashes at me and I can’t resist her. I order two and tap my credit card against the machine. When did everything change from cash only to digital? Is it another case of me being a grumpy old man and letting the world pass me by?
“Here you go. One for you and one for your daughter,” says the vendor and flashes us both a big smile.
I glance at the vendor and then at Willow. I can tell she is trying desperately to hold in a laugh. The vendor looks at her, confused, and then back at me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking them and turning away.
It’s the first time that something like this has happened. I knew it would at some point, but I hadn’t expected it today.
I think a month ago, I would have been furious.
Or felt guilty. But now I don’t care. I’m with Willow because I love her, and I don’t care what others think.
Things like this are going to happen, so the best thing to do is find the funny side and go with it.
The poor guy made a mistake, and there’s no need for me to be upset about it.
“Are you okay?” Willow asks. We’ve had conversations about our age difference and she’s a lot cooler about it than I am.
I hand her the cotton candy, catching her eye, and then burst out laughing. The look of relief from her is clear to see, and she flashes me a wicked smile.
“Does this mean I have to call you Daddy for the rest of the day?” she asks.
“Maybe when we get back home,” I whisper in her ear.
We take a quick stroll around the stalls and shops and then decide it’s time to do the final ride. The park is closing soon, and we want to go on the biggest roller coaster.
I had thought the other rides were huge, but this is something else. As we stand next to it, I can see the peak of the ride is higher than the top of the Ferris wheel, and then it’s a long way down.
“You ready for this, old man?” she asks and squeezes my hand.
“I am, but first, you have to do something for me.”
She gives me a quizzical glance as I pull a small box from inside my jacket and give it to her.
“There’s a restroom over there. I want you to go into it, open the box, and then you’ll figure out what to do with it. Then come back out and we’ll go on the ride. Understand?”
The last word makes her suddenly shift and straighten up. The submissive side of her just took notice.
“Yes, Sir.”
I watch her head off as I chuckle to myself.
Inside the box is a small remote controlled sex toy.
I had already gotten her a larger one for playing with at home, but this one is small enough for her to walk around with it in.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do: make her wear it as we queue for the ride.
By the time she returns, she’s flushed and has a slight tremble. I take the box and put it in my jacket.
“How are you doing, Kitten?”
She bites her lip. “It’s not even on and my head is fuzzy. Are you going to use it on me here?”
I lift my phone and press a button on it, sending a buzz to her clit.
“Oh, fuck. You are, aren’t you?”
The expression on her face is priceless, a mixture of lust and anticipation.
“If you’re a good girl, I might. Now, let’s go ride the roller coaster.”
The queue is long, snaking around the base of the ride, but it means that we can stand and chat while we wait.
“Why didn’t you bring it out until now?”
“Because if I had done that earlier, I’d have spent all day using it. And it would have distracted you from the rides.”
“That’s true. I’d have been so wet and turned on, the rides would’ve been torture. Thank you for waiting, Sir.”
There are quite a few people around, and they can’t see under her dress, so when the toy starts vibrating inside her, it appears to them that she’s just holding the rail, rather than what she’s really doing: suppressing a moan and holding herself steady.
“What a perfect little fucktoy you are, being used by your Sir in public,” I whisper in her ear.
“Sir. Fuck.”
The line keeps moving, and the closer we move to the top, the more I increase the strength of the vibrations.
“Oh fuck, I’m so horny and wet.”
“I’m sure I can do something about that later,” I reassure her, my cock throbbing at the thought of fucking her.
I have an inkling that we won’t make it home.
Maybe I’ll stop somewhere on the way back and fuck her in the car.
There’s a lovers’ lane in town; we could go there like a pair of horny teenagers on a date.
She’s clutching my arm. “Please, Sir. Touch me. A little bit. I need you.”
I dial down the vibrations so that it keeps her right on the edge. “No.”
“Please?” The look on her face is one of pain and frustration.
I turn around and pull her into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. With one hand I rub her back, but the other one between us gives her breast a little squeeze.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Is that what you need, slut?”
“Yeah, I was so fuzzy I needed to be touched by you.”
The queue moves and I take her hand and lead her forward. She gives my hand a squeeze and kisses my shoulder.
“This is perfect. A fun day out with my boyfriend and being controlled by my Dom at the same time.”
“It’s what you deserve,” I say, and give her ass a light tap.
As the queue grows shorter and we get closer to the front of the line, I can tell that she’s both nervous and excited.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay, Mike? A ride like this is a lot for your old man’s body to take.”
I nearly hit her with a buzz of the vibrator, but there are more people around us now with the ride staff, so I save it.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got a hot little fucktoy with me and that makes everything alright.”
“Okay. But I have to warn you. This is the scariest one, with the huge drops. I’ve been waiting to ride this all day, but this is your last chance to back out.”
We get to the front of the queue and step into the coaster. The assistant checks that our harnesses are secure and moves to help the people behind us.
“I’m fine. I have the best seat in the house,” I say, and stretch across to kiss Willow.
“Why’s that?”
“I’m riding with you.”
As soon as the bar clamps down, I can see her shaking.
“Besides which, I want to remember what you look like.”
She tilts her head at me, confused.
“What I look like when?” she asks.
I put my hand in my pocket and press the button on my phone, setting off the preloaded pattern on the vibrator’s app.
I have barely enough time to say, “When you come on a roller coaster,” before it zooms forward.