0 comments/ 7805 views/ 0 favorites The Carousel By: Angel Fyre I opened my eyes, and somehow found myself sitting on the back of a horse. But not just any horse. I was on a carousel, moving up and down, round and round in time to the calliope music. I looked down, and noticed I was naked. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear like I usually did, to find my hair was piled on top of my head in a bun. I could feel the coolness of the saddle against my warm bottom. I didn't know what to make of it, so I closed my eyes again, and went along for the ride. I leaned forward, resting my forehead and breasts against the cool bar. I felt something behind me, so I opened my eyes. Hands covered in leather gloves came around my waist and held on. Firm thighs pressed against my legs. I was scared at first, but my fear went away almost as quickly as it came. I started to turn around, but the hands came up and held my face forward. "No, stay the way you are," he whispered. I did as I was told, shivering a little from the feel of his breath on my skin. He moved his hands back down to my waist. He pulled me a little closer towards him. I could feel the shape of his hard on against my ass. I shivered and moaned as his finger traced the crack of my ass up and down. His hands worked their way up my back. I could feel the leather of his gloves stroking my back, causing my nipples to harden and my pussy to get wet. I thought about how his hands would feel on my breasts. "Lean back, and you'll find out," he whispered. OMG! He read my mind! That had never happened to me before. I thought about sitting on his hard cock, feeling it deep inside my pussy. "Is that what you want, baby girl?" he whispered. Yep, he read my mind. I moaned my answer, and leaned back into his muscular chest. His hands worked their way around to my breasts, feeling how hard my nipples were already. I closed my eyes again, savoring the feel of his hands stroking my breasts. He pinched one nipple. I moaned in satisfaction. "Do you like that, baby girl?" he asked. I nodded, loving it. He pinched the other nipple, then pinched them both at the same time, twisting them slightly. I had never felt anything so wonderful. His hands moved down to my hips, and raised me slightly, so I was standing on the stirrups of the carousel horse. I held onto the pole, to keep from falling off the horse. Hands caressed my round ass, fingers running up and down my crack, from all the way front to all the way back. I loved all the sensations I was feeling, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hard cock penetrate deep inside my waiting pussy. "Take what you want," he said. "It's up to you to make the next move." I reached down behind me, and held onto his cock, which got harder when I touched it. I stroked my slit with it, coating his hardness with my wetness. I was trembling, and not just from the pressure of standing up. I wanted him so bad; I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly sat down, filling myself with his cock. Once he was completely inside, I just sat there, letting the momentum of the rising and falling horse do the work. I leaned back again, to feel his hard chest against my back. His hands returned to my waiting mounds, pinching and rolling the nipples in his fingers. I continued to hold onto the pole, to give myself leverage. I slowly moved up and down on his hard shaft. He leaned over, kissing and licking my neck and ear. The momentum of the horse's movements was getting me hot, along with his hands and mouth all over my body. His hands trailed down my sides to my hips. Grasping them, he urged me on faster, faster, deeper, deeper. I used the stirrups and pole and lifted myself most of the way off him then plunged down harder onto his cock. Over and over, I repeated this. Inside, I could feel the fire spreading from my hot wet pussy through my body. I plunged down for the last time, and screamed as the orgasm overcame me. Over and over I came, my juices dripping out of my pussy and running down his cock and my legs. I stayed on his cock, leaning back against his chest, loving the feel of his body against mine. With a roar, he came, shooting his hot seed deep inside my body. Feeling the rush of his hot cum, I came again, moaning with pleasure. "Oh baby girl, you are such a sensual creature. You would make any man happy," he whispered in my ear. When I opened my eyes again, it was morning. My body was covered in perspiration, and my sheets were twisted up around me. One hand was on my breasts, and the other was buried in my wet pussy. Wow, it felt so real that I thought it was. But unfortunately it was only a dream. Suddenly, I heard the same calliope music that I heard in my dream. I felt something near my left hip, so I put my hand down there. I picked it up and held it in front of my face. It was a men's black leather glove. It was only a dream, wasn't it? The Carousel Midnight. There were so many stories about midnight. The magic hour, the witching hour. But they were all just stories. Katie was a modern girl, and wisely didn't believe in that kind of thing. Midnight, after all, was just a time on a clock. It was always midnight somewhere. So when the carnival man had told her not to run the carousel ride after midnight, she hadn't paid much attention. "Don't let little kids ride it late at night" was what she heard. The carnival was open until twelve-thirty the week that it was in town, but who would let their little kids out that late? But it wasn't really an issue. The carousel wasn't that popular anyway. Katie was pretty, and that helped attract some attention to it — she was pretty sure that was why she was hired — but it was a little kids' ride. A few teenagers rode it on dates. And one pleasant elderly couple relived a ride from their youth. But those were all early riders — by nine o'clock, she was left alone with nothing but the ceramic horses and her thoughts. And her mind did wander. She mostly remembered how Erik had looked at graduation. She'd had a crush on him for years, and that was the last time she'd seen him. He'd even congratulated her on graduating, although she'd been too flummoxed to say anything in return. She'd wished she had the guts then to ask him out on a date — or better yet, when she'd bumped into him in the halls at school for the three years beforehand after he'd transferred to this dinky little town — but that was done. Water under the bridge. Now she was by herself, working this odd job to save up for college in the fall, and not on a date on this last Saturday night of the carnival like every other girl in town was. She rued her luck and her shyness. There was no Erik in her future. She didn't know what she wanted to do in college either — she had no trouble getting into a good one with her good grades, but she didn't have any goals beyond that. That hadn't really been her goal either — that was more her parents' doing. And here she wasn't even working a normal burger-flipping job that would last longer than a week. Her life had stopped at graduation, and she really wanted a do-over. A figure approached through the darkness. "Hey, is this ride still open?" Katie's heart nearly exploded. She nodded, dumbly. Standing before her, with a ball of cotton candy in his hand, was Erik. He wasn't the tallest boy in school, but he was tall. He wasn't the strongest boy in school, but he was strong. She had quietly tracked him and his activities for years, and like her, he had wandered. No clubs. No real sports. A little time on the tennis team, but that hadn't lasted. He ran his free hand through his sandy-brown hair, grinning with perfect white teeth. "I always liked these old carousels," he said. "They're really a slice of classic Americana. And I like them, even if they're not a 'cool' ride. I had to lie to the guys so I could come over here." He glanced over his shoulder, and there were a couple of faces leering in the distance. She nodded again. Say something, girl! He's right there! Say something! "I told them that I was coming over here to ask you out on a date," he said, and it took all the force of her will to keep her feet planted on the ground. "So now this is the part where you look like you'll say yes, but only if I ride the carousel first." The lump in her throat was a mile thick. "Y—yes, but only — only if you ride — the carousel first." He looked at her quizzically. "Are you alright?" "F—fine. Just something in the air here." "Okay." He looked back, and the faces leering in the distance hadn't moved. "Darn those jerks. Okay, look, I know it's an imposition, but as long as they're watching — could you join me on the carousel so it looks like we really made that deal?" She had nothing to say, and nodded stupidly. She looked down at the carousel controls. The clock read 12:07. Whatever. He was here. She had a shot at him. This was going to be the night she'd remember the rest of her life. Running the carousel would be fine. It was only a very little after midnight anyway. "C — climb on," she said, pointing. He walked over to the carousel, picked out a blue horse, and started to mount it. "No, not that one!" she said, biting her lip. "That one." She pointed. He consented, continuing around the carousel, following her finger, and stopped at her goal. The horse was a marvel, a great fire-red beast with an orange mane and tail. It was the best horse on the carousel by far, bigger than the others, with exquisite detail that she'd studied for turn after turn after turn all week. She watched her knight climb onto his horse, and nearly melted at the sight. She took a deep breath, flipped the switch, and ran at a full sprint over to the carousel. To the horse in front of him. That would be hers. She couldn't ride behind. She'd fall off if she spent five straight minutes staring at him. No, she had to ride in front, on this dark-purple horse with the pinkish tail, always chased by the red one, but never caught. It was as close as she dared get to him. She held onto the pole as if it was keeping her alive. The music started to play, and the carousel began to spin. Erik grinned. "I love these old things. I like modern conveniences and new rides too, but there's really no substitute for the classics. Plus, I like horses. My family owns one, but I don't get to spend much time with it. You're lucky that you get to run this thing all day." She nodded. She couldn't speak. Around and around and around — her head was spinning faster than the carousel was. "I've seen you before, in school. You graduated in my class, didn't you?" he said. "What's your name?" "K — Katie," she said. "That's pretty," he said. "It fits you." He did not just compliment her! Her mind was swimming. "I'm really sorry I forced you to ride with me," he said. "I'll make it up to you. I at least owe you dinner, or something." "Is — that a date?" she said, gulping. "Uh — sure," he said. "If you'd like. It's been a while since I was last on a date, but, uh, sure." The carousel was surely spinning faster — or was it Katie's head? The lights of the carousel were brighter, too, flashing faster. She started to feel dizzy. Around and around, and he was there. The impossible was happening. He'd asked her on a date. It was no wonder it seemed too much. "I — is this ride — off?" he asked. "It — it feels like it's faster. Too fast." Maybe it was. But she couldn't let go of the pole. She'd fall over if she dared. The lights flashed brighter and brighter, and surely the carousel was spinning faster now, the music an indiscernible melange of notes, and suddenly sparks flew down from the ceiling, golden-white stars raining over her, twirling about her, whirling about her, and she looked up, daring to bask in the cascading sparks that fell over all the horses, every one around the ride. The world vanished in a whirl of white. The carousel's lights dimmed, and it wound back down to a halt. Two figures stumbled off the ride, their feet clanking loudly on the hard metal platform, and disappeared into the hazy blackness behind it. And before the lights went out, before the last glimmer went away, one could just barely see that two of the horses were missing. * * * Katie wandered in the darkness. Blackness. Grayness. No, this wasn't darkness — it was fog. And it was lifting, quickly, as she moved. It was brighter over there. She emerged from a forest into a green meadow on a bright, brilliant sunny day, with puffy white clouds in the sky. It had been night, hadn't it? She remembered the carnival. She worked there. It was late then. Yes, she had worked the carousel ride. Tonight was the last night before they packed up. And — Erik. He had been there, with her, on the carousel. That was right. No, that was a dream. Impossible. And then — it grew dizzy and hazy and bright. And then she was here, standing in a meadow, the wafting breeze gently brushing the grasses against her legs. She saw him. He was there in the meadow, farther down, riding a fire-red horse that she swore looked like the one she remembered from the carousel. He was there, and she was there, and she didn't know where there was, but he was there, and that was all that mattered. She ran. She had always liked running. And a big, open meadow was a good place for running. She sprinted, a gazelle in the breeze, savoring every leaping step toward him. Her ears started to clear, and she could hear a horse thundering up behind her, nearing her, but she didn't care if someone was following; she had to reach him. She neared him, and as she did, he turned at the waist to look at her. She skidded to a halt. Her jaw dropped wide. In his hand, he held his shirt, and had a puzzled but amused look on his face. His chest was bare, his sturdy pecs and strong arms exposed for the world to see. Her eyes dared trail downward, over his smooth stomach, over the impossible junction between man and horse. The carousel horse was real, a real live creature with smooth red hair over rippling muscles and a long, flowing, swishing tail, and it was a part of him, joined to him at his waist, so smoothly blended that she could not tell where horse ended and man began. "Erik!" she said. "So you're a centaur too," he said, pointing. She paused, and looked down at herself. What had once been long brown tresses around her face were now long and pink-violet, perfectly accentuating her short yellow blouse. And below there could be no doubt: Smooth, soft feminine skin grew darker and darker at her waist, melding into a rich, deep violet body that trailed out behind her to a swishing tail that matched her hair. Four hooves supported four elegant, graceful legs, and they were hers. She stared at herself in wonderment. She shook the impossible sight from her mind, and looked up at him again. His eyes had been a deep brown before, and now were silver-gray, and his hair had gained a tint of orange to match his tail. "So is there a reason you turned me into a centaur and brought me — wherever here is?" he said. "No!" she gasped. She stared at him in terror, her blue eyes as wide as eyes could go. "Okay, okay, calm down," he said. "I didn't think you did, but I thought I should ask." "I don't know what happened," she said, looking down and away. She looked back at him, staring at his waist. "Are you — really half Firebolt now?" "Firebolt?" "That's what I named that horse," she said. "I named them all. There's not much else to do at the carnival." "Oh," he said. "Then which one are you?" She looked down at herself. "I'm — Priscilla. Firebolt was always chasing after her. She was a lucky horse." He chuckled. "Well, I guess we'd better start walking. I don't know where we are, but we should probably try to find civilization." He started forward. "Wait — " she said, and he paused. Katie bit her lip. "I know — I know this is going to sound crazy, but I've had a total crush on you for years, and this has got to be a dream, but now that we're here, and you look like that with your shirt off and — " She darted over to him, grabbed his face, pulled him down, and kissed him. He was startled, but in a moment, he put his hand behind her head and pulled her closer and deeper into the kiss. Their tongues touched for a moment, and it was like an electric shock ran through her body. At length, he separated from the kiss, smiling. "Um — hello," he said. "Yeah, definitely," she said. "Please tell me you like that." "I won't say I didn't," he grinned. "Would you — would you be willing to humor me?" she asked. "Sure," he said. "Chase me," she said, and bolted. "Hey!" High and far over the rolling meadow she ran, her arms spread out beside her to catch the air, the wind rushing through her hair and tail, and behind her, she could hear the thunder of his hooves, feel the rumble as he struck the ground, feel him approaching but never quite reaching her, and at length she slowed, smiling and panting, enough to let him reach her. Katie felt something pull behind her, and when she looked back, Erik had grabbed her tail. She laughed, slowing to a walk, and stopped. "Hey," she said. "Let go." "No," he said, smiling. The back of his hand brushed her hindquarters as he held her, and she gasped. That, too, felt like electricity, and it raced through all of her body, from head to tail to hoof to hoof. She looked back at him, her mouth slightly gaping. "Do — that again," she said. "Huh?" "You — touched me. My — butt. Do it again," she said. Erik's eyes went wide, but the horse-girl looked certain. He let go of her tail, and placed one hand on each round cheek. She melted. "Your hands are warm," she said. "Is that bad?" "No," she said. "Best dream ever." She closed her eyes, savoring his touch. There was no way she could have imagined this, but it was so very good, so very perfect. It was impossible, completely impossible, for her to be a horse and for him to be a horse and for two horse people to be racing through the fields together, but they were here, and he was close, and if this was the only way she could have him, then it was how she would have him. She pulled her hindquarters free of his touch and turned around, facing him. She took a deep breath, looked up at him nervously, then reached around behind her yellow blouse and loosed one button, two buttons, three buttons, four, five — and then let the blouse slip over her arms and fall gently to the ground, revealing small, pert breasts unencumbered by a bra. Katie looked up at him sheepishly, and squeezed her breasts together a little with the sides of her arms to show off her cleavage. "Wow," he said, dumbfounded. "Do you — like them?" she asked. He nodded. "You can touch them, if you want," she said. Erik stood there stupidly. She took a step closer, and took his right hand in hers, and placed it over her left breast. She looked up at him and smiled. "Go ahead." After a moment, he began to touch, ever so gently, his hand on her skin, over her breast, around her breast, and then just barely brushing her nipple. It stiffened at the touch. She took his hand again, and made it cup her breast. "Squeeze?" He did, and she smiled. He watched her intently now, staring deep into her rich blue eyes, watching every reaction as he pressed and rubbed and squeezed her breast. He was gentle, very gentle at first, but she seemed to enjoy more, and after a while he was rubbing her breasts, hard, squeezing her nipples while she cooed and moaned, one arm behind her to hold her close, his lips kissing at her neck and shoulders. She leaned back, her eyes closed, savoring every part of him that she could feel. But it wasn't enough. Her eyes pried open, and she took his hand and gently pulled it free of her chest. She stood back upright. "More," she said. "What?" She took a step back. "I don't know if I'm imagining that we're here," she said, "or dreaming that we're here, or if we're really here. Maybe I'm insane and in an institution right now, and you're just a figment. But I don't care. It feels real. It feels so real. I've wanted you for years, and I have you here, now, and even if we're somehow carnival horses in this dream I don't care. I want you, all of you, inside me and around me and through me. I want you to make love to me, use me, take me, have delicious, impossible dream sex with me, to claim me for your own, and I won't take no for an answer. I won't lose this chance. I won't wake up before I've gotten the one thing I've wanted so much for so long." He had nothing to say. Her words flattered him, she could see. She circled around him, slowly, like a predator circling its kill, a dark look in her eyes. She would not miss this chance. Not now. She ran her hand over his hindquarters, tugging playfully at his tail. Even if his was the wrong butt, she was claiming it as hers. She'd cared for it, polished it, cleaned it, watched over it. It was hers. Firebolt had sought Priscilla, and Katie had sought Erik, and now both would get what they wanted. She knelt down beside him, and reached under him, smelling his scent. There was no ceramic body part here; there was a real, live, hanging chunk of horse-man flesh, larger than she had imagined such a thing could be. She wanted it. Even if it was weird, even if it was a horse, it was him, and she wanted him, whatever that might entail. She caressed it, gently, and he responded, his member stiffening as she touched it. More. More. She had to see it all, to see that there was no inch of him that wouldn't want her. Bigger and bigger it grew, and she marveled that she not only wanted to see it but wanted to feel it. It was not weird, not like she expected: She was a centaur, and he was a centaur, and it was right that she should want him, all of him. She leaned over and licked the glistening sweat from it, and it tasted like him: Not like a man, not like a horse, but like him, like the one and only being she desired. She leaned closer still, and, holding it in both hands, she took all that she could of the flared tip in her mouth, and sucked on it, trying to draw from it every bit that it would give her. Erik gasped, and bucked, and Katie knew he was getting closer. She let go of him and stood up. She did not know how to do this. She had never done this as a human, and although she knew the mechanics of sex, she had no idea how to proceed in these bodies. But instinct took over where reason failed. She ran her hand on his side as she walked past him, and stopped in front of him. She wiggled her butt at him, looking back over her shoulder, and motioned with her finger for him to come closer. He stepped up behind her, and lifted her tail out of his way. There were lips there, hidden under it, pretty dark lips that looked like they were made of rough leather but they were soft, and her mind nearly exploded as his fingers ran over them. And then suddenly his fingers slipped inside, and Katie planted her hooves, grabbed her breasts, and cried to the sky as she experienced her first orgasm. She stood, panting, for a moment, as the unexpected wash of joy ran through her from head to tail and back again. "Oooooh," she said. "Are you okay?" he said, pausing. He held up his hand. It was dripping. "I — I'm fine," she said, looking back at him. "Don't — stop." Down his hand went again, this time deeper inside her, and it was all she could do to hold onto the grass with her hooves. It was impossible, feeling him like this, but so good, and his hands were everywhere, every inch of her — Katie felt something brush her clitoris, and she screamed with joy as another orgasm overtook her. She breathed hard for a moment, watching the stars dancing before her eyes. There should not be stars during midday, but there they were, dancing before her eyes and and laughing with her. This was impossible, and she would surely wake any moment, but as long as it would continue, so would she. The world slowly reconnected with her, and she realized he was still fondling her, his hand deep inside, rubbing against places she didn't know she had, while his other hand stroked her clitoris. She took a step forward, pulling him out. "More?" she said, looking back over her shoulder. "How do you mean —?" "I want you this time," she said. "I'm not sure how — " "Haven't you ever watched a nature video? I hold my tail to the side, like this — " and her tail flipped up and over, revealing her pretty dark lips — "and then I wink at you, like this — " and those pretty dark lips parted and pouted, revealing an even darker region inside, surrounded by pink flesh. His mind began to swim, staring at the intoxicating shapes emerging between her cheeks. "And then when I'm dripping and wet and ready — and I'm very dripping and wet and ready — you climb on top of me, and take every inch of that long, gorgeous thing you have hanging under you and drive it deep inside me." The Carousel He nodded, and took a step forward. He put his hands on her hindquarters, and her tail swished madly with anticipation. With a hop, suddenly there was weight there, pressing down on her, more than she had imagined he could weigh, and she steeled her legs to support him. He was big compared to her, and had no trouble grabbing her barrel with his forelegs, his body as red-hot as his coat. Closer now, he pulled himself forward over her, and she felt something warm brush against her rear, and then poke at the side of her lips, and then suddenly it was in her, and with a mighty thrust he drove himself deep inside her, just as she'd desired, impossibly deep, filling every empty inch of her sheath with his sword. Deeper still, and now his hands were around her, grabbing her breasts like handles, and he leaned in and kissed at her neck. She swooned, pressing back into him, and then squeezed him, once, twice, thrice, trying to use every muscle in her sturdy horse pussy to pump that massive, burning cock dry of every drop of his manliness that it harbored. Out he pulled, and then in he pushed, and she began to thrust against him now, slow at first but harder and faster. And then it seemed as if something snapped in his mind, and his motion redoubled, grinding at her, pounding at her, squeezing her close, using every inch of her petite body to satisfy his urgent need, her breasts bouncing out of control, her hair whipping about her face, her every muscle unable to restrain itself against his force, and at last he thrust harder than ever before, and cried out, his warmth flooding into her, deep inside her all the way up to her mind which exploded in a shower of starlight. Katie screamed, the orgasm driving her ecstasy beyond all measure, the other tiny ones forgotten in the onslaught of fireworks exploding inside her very soul. Erik thrust again and again, filling her with more than she imagined a man could have, and at last he slowed, and stopped, and rested against her. She breathed hard with him, her entire body shaken and jittery. She had never felt anything like it. She wasn't even sure she could imagine something like it. Her teeth and hooves were shaking. Her entire world seemed to have been turned upside-down. She had gotten what she wanted, and more, and he was still there, resting against her, wrapping her like a blanket, still holding her with hands that no longer had strength. She stepped forward, smiling, sliding herself out from under him, and felt his member slide out from her insides, mile after mile of it until at last it flopped out. The cork removed, her bottle gushed out after it, seemingly gallons of his sticky white semen pouring on the ground under her, sullying the dirt. There had once been grass here, but the grinding hooves driven by their lovemaking had shredded it. He splattered on the ground behind her as she pulled herself entirely out from under him. She turned around. He looked dazed and unsteady, with a small dollop of drool hanging from his mouth, his four legs wobbling a little. She walked over to him and wiped his face clean, and smiled. "Thank you," she said. "V — very welcome," he mumbled. "And now — can you do one more thing for me?" "Uh, sure," he said. "This is a dream, the best I've ever had. But, well, if it has to be done, this is the right time to end it. Pinch me." Erik reached up and pinched Katie's cheek. * * * The carousel man had watched them ride the carousel — from a distance, of course. There was always someone, someone in every town, someone who would be the right person to ride the carousel after midnight. Someone who was willing, someone who was appropriate. They were lucky there were two this time. Two centaurs was good for a single town; there had been plenty of places where they'd recruited none. It took a special kind of human to want to become a centaur. It was a shame, really, that they had to do this, that they'd had to come to Earth. But Gaia had no other way. The wars had decimated her, and though they were at last finished, Gaia needed people to rebuild. Earth had too many, and Gaia needed more, desperately, thousands more of every one of her native races. She would not survive without them. There was nothing wrong with finding some of those replacements here. And they were not indiscriminate, and they were not kidnappers: He reminded himself that the humans chose their fate themselves, every time. No-one who went to Gaia didn't already want to be there. And it wasn't such a bad fate, really. Those two kids would surely enjoy what had become of them. He could tell they liked each other. He started to disassemble the carousel, and smiled, satisfied. He glanced over at the dunk tank, and wondered if they'd recruited any mermaids this time. The Carousel Dan hated to go shopping with his wife. They had been married twenty years and he knew the trip would be just like the last hundred or so. She needed clothes: old lady, boring lady, church lady clothes. God, how it sucked! Just once he hoped that she would find her way into Victoria's Secret, or even the lingerie aisle at Kmart. But never any luck with Claire. Print skirts down to her knees, white pantyhose, and huge white bras. Dan felt as though he had died and gone to hell. But today would be different, as he would soon find out. Today, they went to the new mall outside the city. It was huge, and there were so many new stores that maybe Claire would get lost in there trying on her matronly clothes. Perhaps he could even slip off and then pretend that he had become lost. He was desperately trying to find an excuse to escape her before he had even found a parking spot. Fifteen minutes in the car with his wife was torture. Thank God there had been little traffic or the trip would have taken much longer. As Dan counted his blessings, he saw the massive structure of the mall center court approaching. Dan could hear his wife's breathing increase as they got closer to the doors. How about I let you out at the front. You won't have to walk so far, okay Honey? I'll park and meet you inside. He knew that she was aching to get inside, and she readily took him up on his selfish offer. Dan, after all, had a plan. He was not going to follow her around all day as the dutiful husband. No, he was going to enjoy this trip too. He watched as his wife disappeared inside the mall, and then drove around the building to the opposite side knowing that she would not expect him from the other direction. She had all the credit cards, well, except for his secret one, and plenty of cash. Dan knew he had provided for her well, and he found himself beginning to daydream of a million pair of panties that waited him in the lingerie shop. Why should he feel guilty? He thought to himself. All Dan wanted to do was look, after all, he was a man, and he needed to be turned on. Sex for him was about more than just getting off; he needed some visual stimulation too. That was something that his wife just didn't understand. Dan wasn't a bad husband, he had even tried masturbating with his wife's old granny panties but it made him feel as old as she looked dressed in those awful white lace drawers. He had once bought soft cotton prints for her, thongs, that she threw away and then cried. He tried. What more can a man do? Grand opening day at the mall was a big deal in the little town. There were balloons everywhere and the smell of fresh popcorn and cheap hotdogs filled the air. It was almost like the atmosphere at a county fair in the fall, except there were no rides. Dan could hear bells and chimes and music. He looked far ahead into the crowd and could see that there was a carousel in the sun room area at the end of the food court. Dan had reached the faux gold railing that surrounded the carousel and he was mesmerized as he watched the machine float elegantly around the sun filled room. After several rotations, he noticed a woman sitting sidesaddle on one of the monstrous looking horses. She was wearing a halter-top and a black mini skirt that rose almost too far up her thighs because of the way she was perched on the horse. As she passed the second time, he could see that she was wearing a pair of light pink panties. Damn! They were beautiful, and so was she. The young woman had long auburn hair and it floated behind her as the carousel whirled and twirled around. She seemed to be in her early thirties, and she seemed so free, so uninhibited, and somehow, she seemed innocent. Dan could not help but envy that lime green and yellow horse. Lucky fuckin' horse, he thought. He would have gladly traded places with the evil looking plastic horse. Yes, even for just one ride, he would have gladly let her sit on his back. Dan let himself become lost in the vision of the young woman on the horse. He could almost feel the softness of her creamy white thighs. He could taste her sweet breath as he kissed her and the feel of her hair was like silk to his work worn hands. Dan had let himself become totally lost in the fantasy of taking that unknown women right there on the carousel, and he could feel his pants becoming tight as he achieved an erection. Oh, it didn't take much for him, and maybe, somehow, the young woman knew it. The carousel passed Dan one last time and as it slowed, he was sure that the woman looked directly at him and smiled. She almost seemed shy, but maybe she was being coy; Dan wasn't sure. He had never cheated on his wife, but he had thought about it a thousand times. He had the opportunity to cheat many times, but never acted upon it. Sometimes he regretted that he had passed up a chance to just have a good fuck with someone he didn't know. Much too soon for Dan, the carousel came to a stop. The music waned and Dan waited anxiously for the young woman to disembark from the platform and come to him. He blushed when he realized that his hope was in vain, after all, why would she come to him? She didn't know him; she was probably with someone. Perhaps she was just putting on a show for her husband or boyfriend, or maybe she just liked to show herself to strangers. Dan turned to walk away, still throbbing from the panty peek that the young woman had given him. He assured himself that if that incident was to be the highlight of this trip, the trip was certainly worth it. He resigned himself to wandering the corridors of the mall in search of his wife. Dan sighed and looked for someone who could direct him to the shop that sells disgusting middle aged woman clothes. He knew he wasn't being fair, his wife was beautiful; she just refused to show off her body. To Claire, sex was perfunctory. Just to have a child. Dan had often wondered why or how a woman could be so cold in bed. She was even like that when she was younger, but Dan had wanted her for his wife anyway. He just didn't realize how much he would be giving up. Now,almost thirty years later, he was sorry. Sorry that he didn't marry the wild, lusty woman he dated in college. Gina. That was her name. Too late for Gina, he told himself and made his way towards the opposite end of the mall. Ten minutes into the search for his wife, Dan saw a tall, exotic looking woman handing out samples if front of a new shop. The samples appeared to be soap, or maybe shampoo. As Dan got closer, he could see that the shop was filled with nothing but women. There were woman of every shape and size, but the tall thin ones greatly outnumbered the chunky ones. But to Dan, they were all so beautiful...lovely, sexy women. Women buying panties and bras. Women buying panties. **WOMEN BUYING PANTIES!** The phrase flashed like a neon sign in his brain and Dan felt sick to his stomach. He must have finally left hell and found his way to lingerie heaven. He didn't want to leave. Wife or no, he was staking his claim here, in front of Victoria's Secret for a while. About twenty feet from the entrance to the shop, there was a fountain and a circle of wrought iron benches and some wooden tables. The entire area was encircled with rough stones and enough plants to resemble a small jungle. It was quiet except for a few people talking softly and the gurgling sounds of the water. Dan looked around until he found a bench that afforded him a great view into the panty store. He did not want to appear overly interested in the women who were coming and going from the business, but he was extremely interested. There was just the tiniest bit of hope inside him that his wife would come out of there, all red cheeked and excited at the thought of surprising her husband with a nice pair of silk panties. Dream on, Dan said to himself. There is a better chance if snow in... Damn! He couldn't believe his eyes! It was her. The woman from the carousel was entering the shop. Dan flashed back to a few minutes earlier when he saw her lovely pink panties. What a tease! She must be a tease, right? Dan thought he was going crazy. For some reason he felt compelled to approach her and he didn't even know her name. He had to do it. Had to! He pulled himself from the bench and cautiously made his way to the storefront. Knowing that Claire could be nearby, Dan scanned the faces of the people rushing past him. His wife was nowhere to be seen. The young woman had disappeared into the packed store. Dan was now close enough to see that there were countless tables and racks filled to overflowing with panties and bras, and a few items that he could not identify. But he was sure that the lady with the pink panties would look great in any of them. He could just see her, waiting for him, posed on his bed. The door barely open and her waiting for him. All that lovely, creamy, ivory skin begging for his touch. God, he needed this woman, She was killing him with her sideway glances and modest smiles. She must be an angel. Dan was so immersed in his decadent little fantasy that he was visibly shaken when someone walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Sir? Could you give me some advice? A woman softly asked. Dan turned quickly, mostly out of guilt, okay, it was fear. Pure, unadulterated FEAR! He thought his wife had somehow wormed her way into his most secret fantasy. Hell, she can't have everything; it just wouldn't be fair! Dan actually considered that if she could somehow read his mind, they both might benefit from what she saw in there. He could only wish though, and he did wish, everyday. His wishes just never came true. It was her! The woman from the carousel. The woman wearing the pink panties was asking him a question. Once again, Dan felt ill, but he didn't understand why. He should have been thrilled. Maybe that was the problem. It had been so long since he was so totally and fully aroused that he didn't know how to deal with it. Help you? Advice about what? Dan fumbled with his words; he couldn't take his eyes off the lovely woman standing near him. Sure! I will gladly help you in any way that I can. All he could do was smile. I was wondering... if I try these two swimsuits on, maybe you could tell me which color I look the best in. Dan knew he must be blushing, and the young woman smiled so sweetly at him he felt himself turn even redder in the face. I would love to do that for you, he told her as she walked towards a dressing room. His wife had completely left his thoughts as Dan stood outside the door waiting for the young woman to emerge wearing nothing but a swimsuit. The sound of waves pounding the shore replaced the chatter and giggles of the several dozen women in the store. Dan could smell the salty air and that distinct scent that one can only find at the ocean. Clean, yet somehow tainted with the sweat of hundreds of people and the decay of millions of miniscule sea creatures. The thought might have sounded disgusting, but Dan knew exactly how fresh that smell could be. There was nothing in the world that could compare to the total freedom of basking in the sun, cooling off in the salty water and then spending a few hours watching the ladies stroll along the shoreline. Hundreds of ladies in their swimsuits, or if he was lucky, in nothing at all. It didn't take but a couple of minutes and the carousel girl was standing in front of him, waiting for his approval. The suit she had chosen was a pink mosaic type material, it had a thong panty, and the bra was nothing more than two triangles of material held together by a kite string. It was magnificent! She slowly turned from side to side, giving him just enough time to admire her, but not long enough to affix his stare to any one spot. Dan could not help but imagine her bending over to retrieve some dropped object. How he would love to reach down and lift her beautiful ass towards him. He would remove the swimsuit and place her on the floor in a position of being on her hands and knees. Yes, she would be his. She would be taken from behind, and he was certain that she would not mind. There were no words in his vocabulary to adequately describe how her soft yet very firm ass would feel pulled up next to him. Softer than silk, but not fat, firmer than any woman he ever had, but not so firm that she would lose her femininity. His angel was perfect, she was willing. He could feel her wetness as he entered her so gently. Well! What do you think about this one? She had already changed and Dan hadn't even realized that she had left him to try the other suit on. He was busted! There was a bulge in his jeans that could be noticed ten feet away. It was so very obvious that he was turned on by this woman that he was no longer attempting to hide that fact. Well, it's nice, but you looked great in the pink one too. It would be wrong for me to decide for you, Sweetie. I like them both. Oh, come on! I hate to decide things like this! Please decide for me, at least just express an opinion, please? Okay, the pink one then, but only if you will let me buy it for you. He insisted. I couldn't let you do that, Sir. Please don't call me 'Sir'. My name is Dan. You can call me Dan. If you want to, that is. The girl smiled sweetly at Dan and moved so close to him that he was sure she could feel his hard cock waiting patiently in his jeans. Okay, Dan. Thank you so much. I'll be right out! And she disappeared back into the dressing room to put her skirt back on. Dan found his way to the check out slowly. Walking was not comfortable in his present condition. So what, he told himself as he fought away the tinge of guilt he was feeling. It's just a swimsuit for a lovely young woman that I will probably never see again. He paid for the item and waited near the dressing room for his angel to appear. She was certainly taking her time changing back into her clothes, and Dan was becoming impatient. He wanted to see her for a couple of minutes before he had to resume his search for his wife. I'm right behind you! She announced, her hand lingering near his waist. Dan turned and looked at her, wondering just how far she might go if he could only get the nerve to ask her. Would you like to have lunch with me at the food court? Her brown eyes sparkling at him. I'm not, um, not really all that hungry, but I would love to see you ride the carousel again, if you don't mind. Sure, if that's what you want, sure, that would be fun. Her enthusiasm overwhelmed Dan, and he leaned over and kissed her sun-blushed cheek. By the way, what's your name? He finally asked her. Why he took so long was a mystery, but he had done it. Most people just call me Kat. Okay, but I will call you Angel, if that's okay with you. Dan replied. Sure, if you smile when you say it, and she kissed him on the cheek. Dan approached the ticket counter and bought two ride tokens for this vision of perfection he had stumbled upon at the new mall. He could only imagine how she would be in bed with him. So sweet, so innocent, such a wonderful lover. Before the dreaded guilt could besiege Dan again, Angel was beside him, anxiously pulling the tokens from his sweaty hand. I have a surprise for you, watch for me! And she disappeared into the line of adults and children waiting to board the carousel. It seemed like forever to Dan before the machine with all its animated evil creatures began to move. The melody was just as haunting as he remembered from his own adolescence. He had not seen her board, so he was not sure which horse she was on this time. He would just have to be patient and wait for her to appear. Like magic, she would appear. And he was frenzied with anticipation of the surprise that she had in store for him. Twice around. That's how long it was before Dan saw his angel. This time she was on a white and gold horse with a menacing smile. What a contradiction, he thought. Such an innocent girl on such an evil looking horse. Even the horse's eyes seemed possessed. I would be possessed too, Dan mused, if I had to carry beautiful young women around on my back and could never respond to any of them. He discreetly reached down and felt his hardness as he waited for her. The carousel was passing so quickly that he almost did not see her as she sailed by, smiling and waving. Her hair was trailing behind her as the ride whisked her away and Dan could see that once again, she was sidesaddle on the pony. That's my girl, He said aloud, and waved back at her. Anxiously he awaited the next pass, wondering what the surprise was. As if in slow motion, she appeared. One of her hands holding on to the gilded post that protruded from the horses' back, the other waving at him. There she was her legs slightly opened. This time, her panties were gone! She was wearing nothing beneath her skirt. Dan was amazed at how this free spirit had pleased him. The carousel passed once more and Dan had moved closer to the ride. As the horses raced towards some imaginary finish line, Angel tossed those lovely pink panties directly at him. They seemed to float in the air as if they had grown wings and were destined for his waiting hands. Dan reached out and caught them just as they were about to land on the floor. He felt something he had never felt before. He was in love, but in a different way than the love he felt for his wife. Oh, he wanted this girl, but somewhere inside him, he knew that he would probably destroy her spirit if he pursued her. The music was beginning to slow and Dan knew the ride was almost over. As much as he wanted to stay, he couldn't bring himself to ruin something so wonderful. He turned around, made his way through the crowd, and disappeared down the walkway into the giant expanse of the mall. His heart was breaking, but he never looked back. Honey! I've been looking all over for you! It was Claire. Mature and stately looking in her conservative clothes. She was laden with packages and obviously needed some help from Dan. Oh, I was just looking around, Sweetie. Tell you the truth, I got lost for a while. In fact, it was the truth; Dan had been lost for a while. As he reached to relieve Claire of some of her packages, he realized that he still had the pair of pink panties clutched in his hand. Hoping that she had not already seen them, he quickly stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. As Dan and Claire neared the exit, she looked over at her husband and smiled. I have a surprise for you, Honey. I found the cutest little lingerie shop in the mall. I hope you won't think I've gone wild, but I got some new panties. As Dan unlocked the door to his car, he felt that warm tingle in his jeans. Maybe wishes do come true after all, he thought to himself as he removed the pink panties from his pocket and dropped them in the parking lot. ~~~