”He cupped her cheek, bringing her lips to his. Caressinghis thumb along her jaw and cheek. Shifting slightly somore of his weight pressed against her. The chair tippedback, she let out a startled cry wrapping her armstighter around him.They were at the top of the ferris wheel. Stopped, thechair slowing down from the unnatural wave they’dcreated.A loud voice bellowed up to them through a megaphone.“Sorry folks, something’s stuck. It might be a whilebefore we get you down.”“We’re stuck,” she whispered unnecessarily.“I heard,” he kissed her neck. She didn’t reply, she wiggled until his arms loosenedaround her a little. Her hand going to his bulgingcrotch. Her fingers opening the snap of his jeans. Thesoft rasp of the zipper in the still night. His breathswere coming more raggedly than before. He felt her warm fingers wrap around his cock, and hesaw her Mona Lisa smile when he drew in a sharp breath.Her petal soft. ..almost like lingerie...and her 40C breasts were showing very nice cleavage. She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek, and said my drink was ready in the other room. As we talked, she said she had been at a symphony guild dinner party, but didn't eat, had a "bit too much to drink", and admitted to being tipsy. She looked to be very relaxed, and I could tell she was feeling quite at ease. After two drinks, I could feel the effect, and to my surprise, Gloria started talking quite out of character by telling me about the horny men staring at her breasts and ass, and even about a cocktail server who made it a point to brush her breasts with his arm when he served her drinks. I made light of the whole thing saying, "With you dressed like that, can you blame them?" She looked at me and said, "Oh...I thought you might like this outfit...I was actually thinking about you as I got dressed earlier." I pretended to be naive, and asked her why that was. "This is a new dress different than my.