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By IronKnucklesMike
The summer heat bore down on the fairgrounds like a relentless sunbeam, turning the asphalt beneath Mike’s feet into a makeshift griddle. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, scanning the line of kids and parents waiting for their turn on the Ferris wheel. His shift had barely started, and already, he was dreaming of a cold lemonade and a shady spot under the oak trees by the entrance.
“Next group!” he called, trying to muster some enthusiasm. Most days, the job wasn’t bad. He liked the rhythm of it—the hum of machinery, the smell of cotton candy and popcorn wafting through the air, and the laughter that drifted up with the spinning lights of the rides. But today felt different, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
And then he saw her.
She wasn’t in the line, not at first. She was standing a few feet away, just outside the ticket booth, chatting with a friend. Her laughter was light, like the first few notes of a song you can’t stop humming once you’ve heard it. She tossed her head back, and her light brown hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, catching the sunlight and shimmering like a curtain of honey.
For a moment, Mike forgot where he was. Forgot the line of people waiting for him to do his job. Forgot his name, almost.
“Hey, you okay there, buddy?” A guy in line gave him a curious look, snapping him out of his trance.
“Yeah, sorry.” He cleared his throat and motioned for the next group to board the Ferris wheel. But his eyes kept drifting back to her.
She turned, almost as if she felt his gaze, and that’s when he saw her eyes—hazel, flecked with gold, like tiny galaxies spinning in their own orbit. And that smile… God, that smile. It wasn’t just pretty; it was magnetic. The kind of smile that made you feel like you’d known her forever, even though she was a complete stranger.
She caught him staring.
He panicked, jerking his head back to the ride controls and pretending to be deeply invested in the blinking lights and levers. Smooth, Mike. Real smooth.
When he glanced up again, she was walking toward him, her friend trailing a few steps behind. His heart did this weird flip-floppy thing in his chest, like it couldn’t decide whether to race or stop altogether.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice soft but clear. “How long’s the wait for the Ferris wheel?”
Mike swallowed hard, trying to remember how to form coherent sentences. “Uh… not long. Maybe five minutes? Ten tops.”
She smiled again, and he felt like someone had turned on a spotlight directly above him. “Great. Thanks!”
As she turned to get in line, her friend nudged her, whispering something that made her laugh. The sound wrapped around him like a warm breeze, and he knew—he just knew—that his summer was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
“Name’s Mike,” he blurted, before he could stop himself.
She turned back, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. “Alexa,” she said, her smile widening.
“Nice to meet you, Alexa,” he said, feeling the corners of his own mouth tug upward.
“Nice to meet you too, Mike.”
And just like that, she was gone, swept up in the ebb and flow of the crowd. But her presence lingered, like the faint scent of flowers in the air.
As he csent the next group of riders up into the sky, he found myself glancing her way more often than he probably should. Something about her felt different—special, even.
The line for the Ferris wheel inched forward, and he kept sneaking glances at Alexa as she and her friend moved closer. She was so effortless, like she didn’t even realize how much she stood out in the crowd. Her light brown hair swayed with each step, and she had this easy way of smiling at Britney—her friend, he learned when he overheard them talking—that made him wish he were the one standing next to her, sharing in the joke.
When it was finally their turn, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy buzzing through his veins. He cstepped forward, gesturing to an empty car.
“Right this way, ladies,” he said, keeping his tone light and professional, even as his pulse hammered in his ears.
“Thanks,” Alexa said, her hazel eyes meeting his for the briefest moment. That one word, simple as it was, felt like it was meant for him and him alone.
He held the bar steady as they climbed into the seat, his hand brushing Alexa’s for a split second. Her skin was warm, soft, and the contact sent a jolt through him like a live wire. He barely noticed Britney nudging Alexa, but the smirk on her face didn’t escape him.
“Comfortable?” he asked, looking directly at Alexa.
She nodded, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. “Yeah, we’re good.”
He clocked the safety bar in place, checking it twice even though he knew it was secure. “Enjoy the ride,” he said, stepping back and hitting the switch to send their car slowly upward.
As the wheel turned, he watched their car ascend, Alexa’s laughter carrying on the breeze. He told himself he wasn’t being obvious, but Britney caught his gaze and elbowed Alexa, whispering something that made her throw her head back and laugh even harder.
From where he stood, Mike couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could guess.
—
Up in their seat, Alexa leaned back, letting the wind play with her hair. The view from the top was stunning, the fairgrounds sprawled out below them like a patchwork quilt of color and light.
“So…” Britney drawled, a teasing smile creeping across her lips. “Are you gonna pretend you didn’t notice how Mike couldn’t stop looking at you?”
Alexa turned to her, wide-eyed. “What are you talking about?”
Britney raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. He was practically drooling. And, honestly? I don’t blame him. You’re quite hot.”
“Britney!” Alexa hissed, swatting her arm, but the blush on her face betrayed her embarrassment—and maybe a little something more.
“I’m just saying,” Britney continued, grinning mischievously. “He’s got that rugged, bad-boy vibe going on. Iron Knuckles or whatever his nickname is? Totally checks out.”
Alexa couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, fine, he’s cute. But that doesn’t mean he’s into me.”
“Oh, please,” Britney said, rolling her eyes. “Did you see the way he looked at you? And the extra attention with the safety bar? Girl, he’s got a thing for you. Guaranteed.”
Alexa turned her gaze back to the ride operator below. Mike was standing by the controls, his dark eyes scanning the crowd, but every so often, they flicked upward—right at her. Britney nudged her again, and Alexa quickly looked away, biting her lip to hide her smile.
“I think you should go for it,” Britney said, leaning her elbows on the bar.
Alexa shook her head, though the idea didn’t sound as crazy as it should have. “Let’s just enjoy the ride, okay?”
Britney smirked, leaning back with a satisfied look on her face. “Sure, sure. But don’t be surprised if he asks for your number when we get off.”
Alexa laughed, the sound floating on the breeze as the Ferris wheel reached its highest point. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this giddy, this… alive.
When their car came back down, Mike was already waiting, his hands steady on the bar. He gave them both a small smile, but his eyes lingered on Alexa just a heartbeat longer than necessary.
“Hope you enjoyed it,” he said, his voice warm.
Alexa felt her cheeks heat again. “We did. Thanks, Mike.”
As they walked away, Britney looped her arm through Alexa’s, casting a knowing glance back at Mike. “Yup. Definitely a thing.”
Alexa didn’t argue. Instead, she stole one last glance over her shoulder, catching Mike’s gaze before quickly looking away, her heart racing. Maybe Britney was right.
—
The rest of the day was a blur. Mike went through the motions—checking safety bars, pressing buttons, giving the same rehearsed spiel to the endless line of riders—but his mind was stuck on Alexa. Her laugh, her hazel eyes, the way her cheeks flushed when she caught him looking at her. It was like she’d left a piece of herself behind, and he couldn’t stop replaying every moment in his head.
By the time the sun started dipping below the horizon, the fairgrounds were bathed in a golden glow, and the crowd had thinned out. Normally, he’d welcome the lull, but today it only made the silence more deafening. He scanned the crowds every chance he got, hoping to catch a glimpse of her light brown hair or that radiant smile.
But she wasn’t there.
“Yo, Mike!” One of the guys working the carousel waved at him. “You good, man? You’ve been zoning out all day.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, though his tone didn’t exactly scream convincing.
He smirked. “Uh-huh. Sure. Let me guess—girl trouble?”
Mike didn’t answer, which only made him laugh as he went back to his station.
Girl trouble. Yeah, that sounded about right. But it wasn’t trouble exactly—it was something else. Anticipation, maybe. Hope. Whatever it was, it had him hooked, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to let go.
—
Meanwhile, Alexa and Britney were sitting on a bench near the food stalls, splitting a funnel cake. The air was heavy with the smell of fried dough, caramel apples, and the faint trace of smoke from the barbecue pit.
“So,” Britney said, breaking the comfortable silence. “What’s the verdict on Mike?”
Alexa glanced at her, rolling her eyes. “Why do you keep bringing him up?”
“Because,” Britney said, smirking. “I saw the way you looked at him. And the way he looked at you. It was like something out of one of those cheesy romance movies you pretend you don’t like.”
Alexa shook her head, though she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “He’s just… I don’t know. There’s something about him.”
“Something hot?” Britney teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Britney!” Alexa swatted her arm, laughing.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Britney said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “But seriously, are you gonna talk to him again before we leave?”
Alexa hesitated, staring down at the powdered sugar dusting her fingertips. She wanted to. More than anything, she wanted to. But the idea of walking back over to the Ferris wheel, of putting herself out there, made her heart race for all the wrong reasons.
“What if he doesn’t remember me?” she said quietly.
Britney snorted. “Oh, he remembers you. Trust me. Guys like him don’t forget girls like you.”
Alexa gave her a skeptical look. “And what kind of girl is that?”
“The kind that makes him forget he has a job,” Britney said, grinning. “Seriously, he was so distracted when we got off the ride, I thought he was gonna trip over his own feet.”
Alexa laughed, but her heart fluttered at the thought. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” Britney said, her tone softening. “So, what do you have to lose?”
Alexa glanced toward the Ferris wheel, now glowing with colorful lights as the evening set in. She didn’t see Mike from where they were sitting, but she knew he was there, probably standing by the controls, looking just as rugged and approachable as he had earlier.
“I guess we could swing by one more time,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Britney grinned. “That’s my girl.”
As they stood and tossed their napkins in the trash, Alexa felt her pulse quicken. Part of her wanted to run in the opposite direction, but a bigger part—the part that couldn’t stop thinking about Mike’s warm smile and steady gaze—pulled her forward.
And as they made their way back toward the Ferris wheel, Alexa couldn’t help but hope she’d catch his attention one more time.
—
The Ferris wheel looked even more magical at night, its colorful lights spinning like a kaleidoscope against the dark sky. Alexa felt a flutter of excitement as she and Britney approached, but her heart sank when they reached the front of the line. Mike wasn’t there.
A different ride operator, an older guy with a name tag that read “Stan”, greeted them instead. He didn’t seem particularly thrilled to be working the late shift.
“Two for the wheel?” Stan asked gruffly.
Alexa hesitated, scanning the area in the hope of seeing Mike nearby. But he was nowhere in sight. “Uh… no, thanks,” she said finally, stepping back.
Britney shot her a sympathetic look. “Maybe he’s on break,” she said, looping her arm through Alexa’s. “Come on, let’s hit a few more rides before we call it a night.”
Alexa nodded, forcing a smile. She didn’t want to let disappointment ruin the evening. “Yeah, good idea.”
They wandered through the fairgrounds, trying to recapture the fun from earlier. The spinning teacups left them dizzy and laughing, and the bumper cars brought out Britney’s competitive streak. But as the night wore on, Alexa found herself stealing glances back toward the Ferris wheel, hoping against hope that Mike would reappear.
Finally, as they finished their last ride and started heading toward the exit, Britney grabbed Alexa’s arm and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Wait,” Britney said, her voice low and excited.
“What?” Alexa asked, confused.
Britney grinned and tilted her head toward the entrance. “Look who it is.”
Alexa followed her gaze, her heart skipping a beat when she saw him. Mike was standing by the main gate, his hands in his pockets and his dark hair tousled by the breeze. He looked like he was scanning the crowd, but the second his eyes landed on Alexa, his expression softened.
“There’s your chance,” Britney said, giving Alexa a gentle nudge.
Alexa’s nerves flared up, but Britney’s encouraging smile gave her the push she needed. “You sure about this?”
“Positive,” Britney said, stepping back. “Go get him, girl.”
Taking a deep breath, Alexa squared her shoulders and started walking toward Mike. Each step felt heavier than the last, but the moment his warm, familiar smile broke across his face, the nerves melted away.
“Hey,” she said when she reached him, her voice softer than she intended.
Mike smiled, a mixture of relief and excitement in his eyes. “Hey, I was hoping I’d see you again.”
Alexa’s heart fluttered at his words, and for the first time all evening, she felt completely at ease. “Well, here I am.”
They stood there, the bustling crowd fading into the background as they shared a moment that felt like it was just for them. For Alexa, it was the perfect end to a night she didn’t want to forget. And as Britney watched from a distance, she couldn’t help but smile, knowing her friend had found something special.
—
Britney smirked knowingly as Alexa returned to where she was waiting. “So?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“He’s…” Alexa hesitated, glancing back toward Mike, who was now leaning casually against the gate, his gaze flickering between her and the crowds. “He offered to give me a ride home.”
Britney’s eyes widened. “Oh, really? That’s a bold move.”
Alexa bit her lip, unsure how to respond. “You don’t mind heading home without me, do you?”
“Mind? Are you kidding?” Britney laughed. “I’ve been rooting for you two since the Ferris wheel. Go. Have fun. But I want every single detail tomorrow.”
Alexa smiled gratefully and gave Britney a quick hug before turning back to Mike. When she reached him, he straightened up, his smile warm and genuine.
“Your friend okay with it?” he asked.
“She’s fine,” Alexa said. “So… what’s the plan?”
Mike’s grin widened. “How do you feel about unlimited rides and free funnel cakes?”
—
The fairgrounds felt like a whole new world after hours. The lines had thinned out, and the crowds had given way to a quieter, more intimate atmosphere. Mike led Alexa from one ride to the next, flashing his employee badge to get them on without waiting.
They screamed together on the roller coaster, their laughter mingling with the wind as they raced through the loops and dips. On the carousel, Mike reached for the golden ring hanging above their heads, managing to snag it on the third try and handing it to Alexa with a mock bow.
“For the lady,” he said, making her laugh.
They shared a giant pretzel, splitting it between bites as they wandered through the glowing midway. Mike told her about growing up in town, his summer job at the fair, and his plans to start trade school in the fall. Alexa, in turn, shared stories about her family, her favorite books, and her dream of traveling the world someday.
“I’ve always wanted to see Paris,” she said as they sat on a bench overlooking the brightly lit Ferris wheel.
“Paris, huh?” Mike said, leaning back. “I can see it. You’d fit right in with those artists and poets.”
Alexa blushed. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do,” he said, his tone sincere. “You’ve got this… spark. Like you belong somewhere amazing.”
Her heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, she couldn’t find the right response. Instead, she reached over and lightly touched his hand, feeling a warmth spread through her chest when his fingers closed around hers.
—
As the night wound down, Mike led her back to the Ferris wheel for one final ride. They sat in the same car they’d been in earlier, the cool night air brushing against their skin as they rose above the fairgrounds.
“This is my favorite part of the job,” Mike admitted, glancing out at the view. “Seeing the world from up here. It makes everything else seem… smaller, you know?”
Alexa nodded, following his gaze. “Yeah. It’s like nothing else matters.”
When the ride came to a stop at the top, they sat in comfortable silence, the distant hum of the fair barely reaching them. Mike turned to her, his expression soft but uncertain.
“Alexa…” he started, hesitating for a moment.
“Yes?” she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned closer, his hand still holding hers, and searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. When she didn’t pull away, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying.
When they finally pulled apart, Alexa felt breathless, her heart racing as she met his gaze.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you,” Mike admitted, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Alexa smiled, her cheeks flushing. “I’m glad you did.”
As the Ferris wheel started moving again, carrying them back down to the ground, Alexa knew this was a night she’d never forget. And as they walked hand in hand toward the parking lot, she realized she didn’t want it to end.
Holding his hand and relishing the warmth of his touch, Alexa decided to play a card she’d been wanting to expose all night. She tugged on Mike’s hand, bringing him to a stop. He turned to look at her.
“Is everything alright?” He asked with a hint of concern. What he saw etched onto her face made his heart leap into his throat. Her eyes sparkled with curious mischief as she looked at him. She moved in, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up on her tippy-toes, kissing him again.
Mike reacted, putting his hands on her waist as she pressed into him, both of them craving deeper intimate contact. After a moment Alexa pulled back, sinking back down onto her feet as she looked into his eyes.
“You make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling,” she said. “We just met, and already I want you to make love to me.” Her face turned pink as she revealed her intentions to him.
At this moment Alexa was the most beautiful girl Mike had ever seen in his life. The way the fair lights shine in her hair, the twinkle of lights sparkling in her already hypnotic eyes, the way the moonlight traced the precious curve of her face and neck. He knew she was the one his heart yearned for.
He smiled as he stared back into the sea of stars that swirled in her eyes, and he knew he’d lost his heart and soul to this sweet young girl. “We don’t have to leave just yet,” he whispered, holding her tight. He swallowed hard. “There’s an old building the fairgrounds use for storage. We could…”
Alexa squealed and bounced excitedly. “Take me, Mike! Claim me forever!”
Mike felt his pulse quicken. She really just said that! God, the stars seemed to be aligning perfectly tonight, and he wasn’t going to fight it. He took her by the hand and squeezed it gently. “Follow me,” he said, and led her to the storage building.
Inside, Mike peered out a window, making sure everything was safe. When he turned back to Alexa, his eyes widened as he saw her with her shirt off. She was perfect, with breasts just beginning to bud, and little rosy nipples poking out at him. She grinned and began to remove her pants and undergarments. Mike watched, drinking in her young beauty as she stood naked before him. She was absolutely stunning in every way, and he could feel his arousal growing as she stood with her hands in cute little fists at her side, her cherub face pink.
“Well?” She asked, trying desperately to make herself look him in his eyes. Mike swallowed and snapped out of his trance. Slowly he began to disrobe, joining her in their moment of nakedness.
His cock sprang out, bouncing a moment as it came free of its confines and pointed directly at her. “You are an absolute goddess!”
She blushed, heat seeming to flush through her young body. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You are a Greek god, yourself.”
Mike led her to a mat lying on the floor, used to keep some of the heavier things off the ground. He laid down on his back and invited her to lie on top. To his surprise she turned and put one leg on each side as she got down, pressing her sweet little bald pussy in his face as she leaned down and began lavishing attention on his big hairless balls and thick cock.
He creached up and grabbed her ass as he pulled her little cunt down to his mouth, his tongue snaking out and making contact with her clit. He heard her gasp as she began to lick and suck each ball individually. She was absolutely driving him wild! Mike’s lips closed around her pussy, creating a vacuum seal as his tongue ran up and down her slit, in between her lips, dipping inside her. She was so wet, and he licked it all up, his tongue disappearing back inside his mouth to swallow, then delved back inside her.
Alexa began grinding her pussy against Mike’s face, seeking the friction as she worked his thick cock into her young mouth. She now played with his balls with one hand, rolling them around between her fingers, gently squeezing. He moaned into her pussy, causing vibrations to ripple through her core as she ground harder against him.
She manages to work him into her throat, gagging on him, but not letting him slip out of her mouth. He could feel her tight throat relaxing and stretching to make room as she bobbed her head up and down. This girl was the best he’d ever had, and was about to make him blow his load deep in her throat.
At the same time her body began to shake, and he doubled his efforts. Mike wanted her to release on his face and in his mouth. He needed to drink her love juice! She moaned loudly and slid his cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Oh fuck, Mike! Don’t stop! Oh God, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”
Just what he wanted to hear! He continued his assault on her pretty little bald pussy as she went to work on his cock. Moments later they both shared an intense orgasm. He swallowed everything he could manage to catch in his mouth as he erupted in her, long, thick ropes of cum painting the back of her throat. He could feel her doing her best to keep up with each squirt down her throat as she bathed his face and mouth in her own cum.
Their joined orgasm continued for what felt like an amazing eternity. When it finally subsided, she turned around and kissed him. Together they shared an intimate cum-filled kiss.
They finally relaxed, and Mike held her in his arms, gently caressing her back. He could hear the fair winding down, meaning his coworkers were getting ready to close up and head home. He looked into her eyes.
“Time to get dressed and get you home,” he said. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to remain with her, just like this, all night. His heart swelled when he looked at her.
She smiled as she got up and began to dress. “I was hoping to have you inside me tonight.”
Mike stood and got dressed. When they were both fully clothed, he took her hands in his and pulled her to himself. “Give me your number when I drop you off? I’ll give you mine, and we can do plenty more of this any time you want.”
She flashed Mike a mischievous grin. “Deal!” He took her hand and they went out to the parking lot where his car was waiting. He opened the passenger door for her. “Your chariot, milady.”
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