Scream Park Attraction

Andrea was genuinely astonished to hear him say this. She could not imagine anyone rejecting Jake Tucker. She decided she was in a now-or-never moment.

"Like I would ever turn you away! Or this!" she said, eyeing the straining fabric between his legs.

Still sheltered beneath the ride's tracks her hand dropped down squarely onto the newly-revealed bulge. She felt it twitch under her touch. Without another word she slid her fingers to the fly of his trousers and found the zipper which she carefully tugged down. Next she reached through the front of his boxers and gently pulled his cock out into the open air. The dim light gave it a vaguely monster-like appearance, causing Andrea to coo softly.

Her hand glided firmly up and down Jake's swollen shaft drawing a loud moan from the back of his throat. Andrea smiled as a passing cart above mistook Jake's moans for those of a ghost.

After so much yearning for a chance to get to know Jake better, Andrea could scarcely believe the turn of events that brought them to this place so quickly and unexpectedly.

She held him firmly in her hand, admiring this perfect man's perfect anatomy. She made a decision and lowered her head toward the reddening tip of Jake's cock. He remained frozen in ecstatic disbelief as she opened her mouth and drew her lips closer. He could feel her humid breath on his skin--

Suddenly the ride ground to a halt with a loud squeal. Jake and Andrea both retreated under the tracks as far as they could, and just in time. The ride's maintenance lights immediately sputtered to life illuminating everything in bright fluorescent light. A voice over the public address called for all riders to remain calm and stay in their vehicles, and requested maintenance staff to sector six.

"Oh, no!" cried Andrea. "Oh, no! What happened?"

"Are we in sector six? Is this sector six?" asked Jake frantically as he hurried to zip up.

"No, we're in three. I'd better go see what's going on. I'm sorry!"

And in an instant she vaulted up onto the service walkway and fled down the corridor leaving Jake to find his own way out. Soon he found a group of guests who were being escorted out of the ride so he once again slid the battery pack to hide his bulge, joined the group and made his way out into the early evening air, even more bewildered by the goings on than the guests.

The next morning Andrea did her daily maintenance walk through her haunted domain. The events of the day before had caused a bit of a panic, but thankfully there had been no imminent danger to anyone. A small child had tossed her stuffed penguin at one of the 'ghosts' and it fell into the ride's drive mechanism for the carts. The ride was only down for about ten minutes, but it was ten minutes of pure adrenaline.

Andrea turned her attention to her S&M list and noted that she and Jake never got the last shot they had tried to. As she rewrote the item on her list she blushed at the memory of what had happened in the dark and her uncharacteristically brazen moves with the hunky photographer.

Recalling the velvety rigid feel of Jake's amazing cock in her hand made her nipples grow hard, as did remembering the smile on his face giving way to closed eyes and a throaty sigh.

It was not her way to be so sexually forward with a man, but the events just unfolded in such a way as to be a perfect set up. Besides, a hard-on in a haunted house ... well, let's just say that she had harbored a fantasy about that for a very long time.

But her reverie was short-lived because she knew from experience that someone else would be coming in to take pictures today. No one ever worked S&M two days in a row.

She shifted her focus to briefing her staff on the day's duties, training a couple of new hires, and getting some general paperwork done.

The day passed quickly and when she looked at the clock on her wall she noted it was already four o'clock. S&M photographers in her section of the park were expected to arrive any time between four o'clock and five-thirty so she reviewed her list one last time to make sure there wasn't anything else that needed to be added.

At about four-twenty her radio spit static followed by the call, "Scimitar-three to Spectre Asylum, come in."

"Spook-one," she replied. "Go ahead."

"This is Daryl over at Arabian Adventure," the voice crackled back. "Your S&M photographer is on his way. Battery died in his radio so I thought I'd letcha know."

"Thanks, Daryl. I'll be ready." Spook-one out."

Andrea strolled to the service door and waited. Soon there was a knock at the door and she popped the latch on the door.

Stephen Cooper bounded through the door, camera slung across his shoulder. He held his radio in his outstretched hand.

"Hi, Andrea. Can I charge my radio?" he asked. "Tina's gonna be mad if I don't check in with her soon."

"Hi, Stephen. Sure, you can plug in right over here," said Andrea. "I've got the list here so, let's go ahead and get the shots. Your radio should be charged by the time we're done.

Just then another knock came at the service door. Andrea wasn't expecting anyone else so she peered through the security peep hole and nearly fell to the floor.

Catching herself on the panic bar, she shoved the door open to admit none other than Jake Tucker.

Stephen piped up, "I'm not your S&M today. Jake must have screwed up royally yesterday, because he got it again today!"

Andrea looked to Jake incredulously.

"I'm afraid he's right, Andrea. You're stuck with me again. Can I charge my radio?"

Andrea stood momentarily flustered and unable to form a coherent thought.

"Um. Oh, yeah. Um, Stephen is using that outlet. Oh! But there's one you can use in my office. Follow me, please."

Jake tossed a glance back at Stephen as he followed Andrea down the corridor. Stephen mouthed What's wrong with her? to which Jake merely shrugged innocently.

Once inside Andrea's office she closed the door and whirled around.

"What are you doing here? Are you really in trouble? Did I make you late or something? Is Tina going to fire you?"

Jake plugged in his radio and said simply, "No, I'm not in any trouble at all, other than the fact that they may think I'm going crazy. I actually requested S&M today just so I could come and be with you again."

Andrea teared up slightly.

"You mean you spent the day taking pictures of busted trash can flaps and stained carpets and malfunctioning turnstiles ... just to be here? With me?"

"That's right. I told Tina that We didn't get our last shot yesterday, and that I thought it would take too much explaining to someone else how to get the shot, so I volunteered.

"I think she was still mad at me for brushing her off yesterday, so she gladly changed the schedule and added several extra items to the S&M list. But I didn't care, because I knew the last stop of the day would be at the Spectre Asylum."

Andrea flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"You are a wonderful, wonderful man. I'm so lucky to know you."

Jake looked down into Andrea's eyes. She stared back into his own impossibly dark brown ones.

"Andrea, I really want to be with you. Not just to be with you but to be with you."

Jake's chin fell to his chest with a sigh. All day long he had been trying to figure out how to let Andrea know that he wanted a full relationship with her, and had rehearsed numerous scenarios in his mind. And now when the actual moment arrived this was what came out of his mouth? He wanted to just crawl into a hole and disappear.

But Andrea was quite sure from the shared eye contact what it was he had tried to say. Her hands went to his cheeks and lifted his head once more.

"Believe it or not, Jake, I understand perfectly. I would love to be with you too. And not just be with you but be with you! But don't get me wrong, I really want to be with you too!"

She pulled his face close to hers and lightly brushed her lips against his to reassure him. He returned her soft kisses enfolding her in his arms. After a minute or so Jake stepped back.

"OK, I think we'd better get those shots we need now, or I may really get in trouble."

In actuality it should have only taken about fifteen minutes to get the shots they needed, but somehow they stretched it out into about an hour and a half, laughing and joking all along the way.

Jake looked at his watch.

"It's almost six o'clock. I need to check my gear in and clock out for the day. Tina gets really cranky about unauthorized overtime. But I'll call you later, OK? Maybe we can grab dinner after work?"

"That sounds perfect."

Andrea didn't want to let him go, but she knew that she needed to. She gave him a quick kiss and said her goodbye and watched her new boyfriend disappear through the service door. She leaned back against the wall and hugged herself, thoroughly giddy at the realization that she was embarking on something truly wonderful.

Andrea spent the next day, her day off, running errands and taking care of all the things that everyone has to. Toward the end of the day she had a bit of time leftover, so she decided to go shopping for some new clothes. It had been some time since she'd indulged, and the prospect of spending more time with Jake seemed to warrant the expense.

For the first time in forever she chose clothes that she hoped would be flattering and attractive to Jake, instead of her usual fare of 'serviceable clothing'. She even decided to splurge on some new lingerie to make her feel extra sexy.

She had hoped to meet up with Jake in the evening, but sadly he had a prior commitment that he was unable to break. He felt quite bad about it, so to he arranged to have flowers sent to Andrea at work.

It was no easy task to find a florist who was able to sent black lilies in a skull-shaped vase, but he finally found one.

Yes, Jake Tucker was definitely proving to be good boyfriend material.

The following morning was shaping up to be a rather dreary one. Rain was in the forecast for the entire day which meant that all the dark rides would be especially busy. Andrea had created special protocols for inclement weather days that allowed a higher than usual capacity per hour. It meant cutting just two bits of the presentation, but it allowed an average of an additional 136 people per hour to come through.

Initially the upper management wanted to make the changes permanent, but Andrea persuaded them that the value and reputation of the attraction warranted invoking the changes only when the weather was particularly bad, and this day was shaping up that way.

Andrea gathered the staff to go over the changes and remind everyone how to implement them. Once everyone had been briefed she unlatched and opened the large doors revealing that even in the heavy rain there was a large crowd waiting to get in.

As she began to shepherd people inside she spotted a lonely figure standing across the way. It was Jake. It looked like today his assignment was 'One-Shot Wonder' stationed at the statue of Silver Smith, park's heroic miner mascot on the opposite side of the street.

Even through the wind and the rain she could see his unfailing smile. His rain poncho and hood were bustling in the wind as he took a picture of a particularly stalwart family who wouldn't dream of missing this photo opportunity.

After taking their photo he glanced toward the Specter Asylum. His smile got even broader when he spied Andrea.

"Oh, what foul weather the spectres do bring today, Lady McArthur!"

"It will be your undoing, Master Tucker, for certain!"

And as happens in a busy theme park, some more customers wanted their pictures taken, while others wanted to be scared out of their wits. So Jake and Andrea each returned their respective attentions to their duties.

As the day progressed the Spectre Asylum was keeping pace with record capacity. Whenever she could, Andrea would steal a look out onto the plaza to see Jake cheerfully engaging the customers making sure they had as much fun as possible, even in the pouring rain.

Around two o'clock Jake's relief photographer arrived with his hands jammed into his pockets and his head hung low. Not exactly the most inviting posture for the guests! After lunch Jake had been scheduled Shoot "Pub' material, but when he radioed in he was told that the weather had forced a change in those plans, so he could take the rest of the day off.

He made a beeline for the Spectre Asylum but on his way through the queue couldn't resist offering the people in line a chance for a photo. He kept busy for several long minutes taking photos and scanning guest badges so they could purchase prints at the end of their day. He really did love his interactions with the park's guests.

Once he made his way inside he asked the attendant, whose name read 'Toni' to see 'the fair Lady McArthur'.

"I think she's on break right now," Toni said, weary from the vast numbers of people making their way into the haunt. "Let me check for ya."

She stepped behind a small partition and a few seconds later emerged again.

"She said for you to wait here for her."

"Thanks so much, Toni. And may I say you're looking gloomier than usual today!"

Toni smiled at Jake's playful nature.

Within a minute Andrea appeared at the welcoming station.

"Why, Master Tucker! What leads you to darken my door on this dreary day?"

"I've been offered respite from the rain, but I had not yet had my fill of dismal sorrows, so I hastened hither!"

The nearby guests shared a chuckle over the jubilant exchange of pleasantries.

Andrea personally guided Jake into the antechamber, but kept to the edges of the room. She whispered that they had just finished adding several changes to the attraction over the past few days, and she wanted to ride through to gauge the guests' reactions to them. She invited Jake along for the ride, which he was not about to refuse.

He got a kick out of the new frightening features of the attraction, but he also had a keen eye for his lovely companion. He couldn't help observing the pride she took in her haunt. He also seized every chance to steal a kiss whenever they passed through a darkened passageway.

Andrea was so different from any woman he had ever dated, in so many ways. Physical attraction aside, he was attracted to her intelligence, her compassion for others, and her incredible sense of individuality.

Toward the end of the ride, Jake noted a new creature back in the corner, cackling softly and darting behind the bushes in the graveyard. As Jake craned forward to see where the little beast had gone an enormous ghost suddenly leapt up before them. Jake screamed and grabbed Andrea, who laughed so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks. Jake laughed too, half embarrassed, but having too much fun to care about it.

When the ride had concluded Andrea invited Jake back to her office. Once inside she closed and latched the door. She called the welcoming station on the intercom and told Toni that she was going to take her lunch break and if she was needed for an emergency she could be reached on the radio.

She turned to face Jake and purred, "Alone at last." She strode slowly toward Jake, unfastening her gown as she went.

"I think this might be a good time to pick up where we left off the other day, don't you?" she said in a half-whisper, draping her arms around his rugged neck.

"Maybe," said Jake. "But I'm awfully hungry. I haven't had a lunch break today."

And with that he whirled around and lifted Andrea off her feet, depositing her in her leather executive chair. His deft fingers peeled the open gown from Andrea's shoulders and slid it down her back. The brush of the thin fabric against her skin pulled the air from her lungs and it took a moment to regain her normal breathing.

Beneath the gown she wore a modest bra. Jake grinned in anticipation of removing it, but for the moment it would have to wait. The gown was still covering her legs and he spread his palms across her thighs, rubbing the flimsy material against them. He wanted to relish every moment but he also knew that Andrea didn't have a whole lot of time. He removed the last vestiges of her gown from her legs to reveal her matching lace panties.

"Oh, yes, I'm definitely hungry," Jake growled, eyeing the delicate garment. "Please forgive my selfishness here."

He removed the bra without a word and tossed it aside carelessly. Placing his hands on the chair's armrests he leaned in to kiss her softly, sucking her lower lip into his mouth then biting it gently. He alternately licked and kissed down her chin, her neck, darting his tongue into the hollow of her throat.

Andrea writhed under this exquisite torture, hugging his head against her bare skin where the stubble on his chin accentuated his unmistakable masculinity.

Jake moved his large hands to encircle her narrow waist as he lowered his head to let his tongue caress the underside of her right nipple. Her back arched as her body heaved forward in encouragement and she could no longer stifle a low, long "Yeeesssssssss."

In her mind Andrea was prone to comparing her body to the far more voluptuous Brittany next door. Somehow she bought into the misconception that all men want to have grapefruit-sized breasts to wallow in. But she needn't have worried as Jake was soon to prove.

To Jake she was absolute perfection. Each breast was a heavenly perfect palmful and he delighted in gently squeezing them and rolling her stiffened buds between his fingers. She felt his strong desire when his tongue feasted on one peaked nipple then the other and back again.

Andrea's moans spurred him on as his ministrations began trailing down her tummy. As he stripped her panties down her slender legs and off her ankles, his agile tongue licked a lazy pathway to the crest of her hip bone. Kissing and nibbling he slid lower. She spread her legs involuntarily, giving Jake the access he so deeply desired.

He nuzzled his nose into the fluffy patch of ginger red hair between her legs inhaling deeply. With his arms encircling her legs his limber fingers drew ever so carefully to her delicate folds of flesh, begging permission to enter her.

Jake began darting his tongue out, using just the very tip to coax her open.

Andrea was rapidly losing control as her body fell back fully into the leather chair. Jake took this as a signal and delved his tongue deep inside her pussy. He lapped leisurely at her tender flesh, drinking her juices eagerly.

Soon he found her clit and allowed the tip of his tongue to flick insistently across it. Then he drew it in between his expert lips, sucking it greedily. Andrea's whole body convulsed with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her causing her to cry out.

Collapsing completely, she almost melted into the chair, while Jake continued his treatments, albeit at a far more relaxed pace.

Once Andrea was able to think again she pulled Jake up for a deep kiss. He relished the flavor of Andrea's equally sweet kisses and the lingering taste of her pussy on his lips.

Andrea's fingers fell to busy themselves with unbuttoning his form-fitting shirt and peeling it from his strong shoulders. The sleeves bunched at his rounded biceps requiring an extra tug or two. Beneath his uniform he wore a simple white tank top which she made short work of with its removal. She pulled him upward indicating he should stand which he did with only minor difficulty from having been kneeling for so long.

Working at a feverish pace she opened his trousers and yanked them down to his knees, bringing his crisp white boxers with them. She paused to admire the way his stiff cock stood out from his body, with a slight upward curve. The head was a deep plum purple from desire and it glistened in anticipation.