Naked Truth (11 page)

“Don’t you want a map?” he asks innocently.

I shake my head then point to my temple. “Got my map right here,” I mock. He winks back at me and I am dying to kiss him. I just want a little taste, but I’m not ready to take or ask for what I want…yet. Why oh why does he have to be so delicious?

“You know I’m going to have to test it out, don’t you?” He circles back to the topic of my memory.

“Go for it, big guy.  Haven’t been stumped yet,” I tease.

Jordan just laughs. “How about we start easy. Which way to Space Mountain?”

The rest of the morning goes pretty much the same. The park is already broken down into “Lands.”  Jordan continuously tests me on if I know where the next ride is, or a bathroom, or a specific food stand, and of course, I get them all right.  He pouts a little, but I buy him a Mickey Mouse ice cream popsicle and kiss him each time he loses to ease the sting. I figured out his game early on, but I have absolutely no problem perpetuating it. Like it’s a hardship for me. By noon, we are both sweating, sun-drained, and starving, so we break for lunch, where we argue and debate which land to tackle next. 

“Anywhere but the Haunted Mansion,” I tell him.

“What? Nuhuh.  You’ve been avoiding it all day. What gives?”

I shrug.

“No way, pretty girl. Fess up.”  He scoots his chair closer to mine and slings a sweaty arm over my shoulder.  And while the sweat and grime of a fun-filled day at Disney Word would normally gross me out, the smell of him and the proximity of his hand to my breast is lighting my body up. My nipples have engaged without permission and I subtly squeeze my thighs together for some relief.

I try to answer him, but I stumble over my words a few times.  Then I finally spit it out.  “I got stuck on the Haunted Mansion when I was little and it scared the bejesus out of me. Honestly, I haven’t ridden it since.” My eyes downcast, embarrassed by my childish fear.

He squeezes my shoulder in comfort then leans in and plants a gentle kiss on my temple. My now-favorite place to be kissed.  “Nothing will happen to you, Violet. This is Disney World. Everything is make-believe. Besides, I will be with you.  I got you,” he reassures me and it is so sweet.

I tentatively look at him and he looks so absolutely sincere. “Okay, I will try. For you.  But don’t blame me if I cut off circulation in your hand.”

He lets out a quick chuckle. “Deal! And I promise, we will erase your bad memory with a great new one,” he tells me, so genuinely.

If he only knew that there is no such thing as erasing my memories – good or bad.

The ride halts abruptly and we’re in pitch dark. The ghosts stop swirling around us, but we can still hear the moans and groans of the ghouls.  It's really creepy.  Although we are still holding hands, I sidle up to Jordan, until our hips are flush.  It's not that I have issues with the dark per se, but my childhood memories of this ride suck. Plus, the images that have disappeared for everyone else still seem clear as day for me.  And while I don't believe in ghosts or haunted souls, being able to hear the creaking wood planks and slamming doors, and not being able to see my hand in front of my own face, makes me question what is real and what is Disney magic.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience.  Due to circumstances beyond our control, the ride has been temporarily disabled.  It should be up and running in approximately 10 minutes.  Please remain seated to ensure you do not become the newest resident in our haunted mansion. Bwahahaha," comes a disembodied voice over the intercom.

I squeeze Jordan's hand a little tighter and he leans into me. "You scared, Violet?" he whispers.

"No. I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts," I lie, trying to hide my fear with bad 80s humor.

He chuckles. "You're a sucky liar, babe."

“Fine, maybe a little,” I huff.

Jordan lets my hand go and slings his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll be your Ghostbuster,” he teases.

I go to give him a playful slap on the chest, but he captures my hand and brings it to his lips.  He places feathery soft kisses on my palm and my body melts into his.  He slides both of our hands down his chest, stopping just above his heart.  Still unable to see a thing, I let out a small “meep” when he surprises me with a gentle kiss on my nose.  Then a soft sigh just in time for him to find my lips.

I love how pliable Violet’s body gets when I kiss her. I can feel the heat coming off her body in waves, which let me tell you, is like a honing signal for my dick.  Which is tenting my pants, by the way.  Trying to distract Violet – or at least that’s the excuse I’m going with – I begin to deepen our kiss.  I swipe my tongue gently across her plump lips, begging for entrance.  I use her quiet sigh as permission and enter her warm luscious mouth.  I don’t think it’s a taste that I could ever get tired of. That leads me to wonder how she would taste in her other hot, wet caverns.  My cock twitches in my pants as a very naughty idea seeps into my mind.  I smile lasciviously. Thank god Violet can’t see what I’m about to do because she would absolutely freak out.

With one hand still holding hers by my chest, I gently remove my arm that is still wrapped around her shoulders and slide my whole body in front of hers. I’m now on my knees between her legs. Thank fuck she wore a dress.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice panicked.

“Shh, just relax, baby. I got you.”

I kiss the hand I am still holding one more time then place it lightly to her side.

“Jordan?” She reaches for me.  “What about the cameras?”

I grab her hands again then lean into her, planting a passionate kiss on her mouth, silencing her fears.  I again gently lay her hands by her side so that mine are free to roam.  I run them smoothly over her shoulders, down her arms, as my thumbs skim the outside of her perfect perky tits. Her breath hitches as I pause to appreciate their fullness.

“Fuck, Violet, are you wearing a bra?” I ask reverently. She doesn’t answer, so I can only imagine that she’s shaking her head no. I’m so fucking turned on that I palm my cock to ease the throb.

I spend a few more minutes fondling her tits until I feel her nipples straining against the material of her dress. I tweak them each until I hear her breathing accelerate then teasingly nibble on them through her dress. She pushes her tits out toward me for more attention, but I have something else in mind.  My starving cock can definitely commiserate with her desperation for attention. 

My greedy hands continue their descent to the holy land and my mouth starts watering in anticipation. I’ve been dreaming of this opportunity since the moment I laid eyes on my beautiful flower. I never would’ve guessed that I’d get this chance.

I shift my weight onto my haunches, sliding my hands to her legs. I use both hands to gently spread her thighs, baring her to me. Dammit, I wish I could see her hot tight pussy.  Violet snaps her legs together tightly with my hands still on her inner thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asks again.

“Just making sure there are no ghosts down here,” I joke.

She lets out a small giggle, but I know it’s more nervous than from my joke.

“Focus on your breathing, and try to be quiet. Just relax and let me take care of you,” I tell her.

“Here? Come on, get up.” I feel her leaning forward to reach me so I lean in a little to capture her mouth again.  She physically relaxes and I am able to push her body back against the seat.  Spreading her legs, I run a finger down her panties – her soaking panties – and hear a soft moan slip out.  I love how responsive she is to my touch. It definitely keeps me fired up, my rock hard cock bordering painful.  But she is still too tense; I need her to let her guard down.

“Try not to think, Violet. Turn off that beautiful mind.”

“I know. I’m trying.  Easier said than done,” she says, her voice strained.

She’s obviously as desperate as I am, but I know she’s nervous. 

“Do you trust me?”  I ask, not wanting to push her too far.

“More than anyone,” she responds and my heart swells. Damn, I’m falling for this girl.

Oh my god!  Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do?  What if the ride starts up again?  What if someone sees us?  What if I can’t orgasm?

Jordan’s finger slides down the outside of my soaking panties and my eyes close on their own. Okay, so maybe I don’t have to worry about that last bit about not orgasming. I try my best to relax and put my faith into Jordan. He’s never lied to me before, never given me any reason not to trust him. I allow my thigh muscles to loosen and unclench my core.  Jordan hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties, drags them past my hips, his lips whispering across my stomach and hips as he travels along. I lift my butt a little to help him and he pulls my panties down past my knees, which he continues to pepper with the lightest of kisses. He pulls my left leg up and removes my panties, leaving them wrapped around my right ankle. He takes advantage of my more malleable state and places my already lifted left leg up over his shoulder.  Holy shit, I can’t believe he’s really doing this.