Alison's Disney Adventure

by Little Alison

Every year my grandparents would give me a yearly pass to Disneyland. My grandpa got it free from his old job or something, so I got to go as often as I liked. And when I was out of school I'd have my parents drop me off and I'd either meet friends or just wander around and call them later on to pick me up.

The weather was crappy this day they dropped me off. A miserable cold and rainy Tuesday. Well, off and on rain. The bad thing was that it was cold, but it being a Tuesday and raining, well, there was about 20% of the regular amount of people in the park.

I was wearing my regular California cold weather gear, a pair of tight pink sweats, a pink tanktop and my trusty grey Old Navy zip up hoodie. On 'weather' days I liked to wear my hair back in a ponytail, so that if it got wet, it wouldn't go down all over my face.

I got to the park about noon and made my way toward Frontierland and looking at the girls. Unfortunately, when it got cold, everyone was bundled up and everyone was traveling in packs. No chance to hook up. Or so I thought.

I walked down to my favorite ride, The Haunted Mansion, and walked almost up the front, as there was virtually no line. And then I saw her. She looked out of place. She had on a pair of white cotton shorts that only fell to mid thigh, a purple blouse, covered with a thin white button up sweater, which wasn't buttoned up. I was drawn to her not only by her being so underdressed for the weather, but also by just how evenly tan her legs were. Smooth and lightly brown and I thought they looked delicious. She stood at what I would guess was 5' 8" and her hair was pulled back behind her ears, shoulder length, and a sandy blonde that was either sun bleached or had the benefit of product.

I made my way next to her, looking up at her a little bit, I could have been her daughter, but for my fairer complexion. As we stood waiting for in line in the light sprinkling rain, I asked her why she wasn't dressed warm.

"We didn't think it would be this cold today."

"You're with someone?" I was sounding her out.

"Well, my husband and the kids" she said with a bit of a dismissive sigh, "they all like the roller coasters and things that go crazy. I don't. So off they went to Space Mountain and Matterhorn. They'll ride them 20 times today, I'm sure."

I gave her my 'I'm so sorry' look, my pouty lips shiny with lip gloss, "And you have all day just by yourself?"

"Yeah," she laughed a short laugh as we moved up in line, "looks that way. What about you?"

"I have a season pass, I come all the time by myself. But now, we can go together!" I reached out and touched her arm, to gauge her reaction. I was really getting a good feeling about her.

"Sure, sounds fun," she didn't flinch when I briefly held her forearm, "it's good to have a friend." She smiled and I moved toward her, side by side, but just touching. She felt warm.

"I'm Alison."

"Virginia. Nice to meet you Alison."

We climbed into our seats and off we went. I was talking about this being my favorite ride and 'absentmindedly' let my hand fall and rest on her thigh. I wanted to see her reaction to it as we rode. She didn't do anything and slowly but surely, in the dark ride, slowly moving around corners and up hallways, I caressed her thigh, fingertips sliding lightly along her leg, from knee to edge of her little shorts. Just before exitiing the ride my palm was firmly placed on her inner thigh, feeling both how cold she was, but her warmth as well. As we exited our cart, our eyes caught. Hers, big, searching, focusing on me. Mine, I hoped, warm and inviting.

We walked into the cool day again. "Did you like it?" I was facing her, my hands grasping one of hers, a finger playing with her wedding ring.

"It was good, but I'm sure there's more to see than I saw."

"Wanna go again?" I was alrelady leading her back to the line.

With a smile she followed and we got back in the short line. Once again we got into our cart, the darkness enveloping us and my hand, ever present, on her leg. Only this time she placed hers on top of mine. I thought she meant to stop my movements, but while tilting back and going up an incline, she moved her whole body toward me, pressing to me, and began to urge my hand on with hers. I didn't need too much encouragement.

My hand explored her leg, even venturing to her other thigh, as her body pressed even more into mine. I could feel her breasts, larger than I would have guessed, pressing softly into my shoulder, her left arm around me, lightly placing her hand on my waist. I could feel her fingers moving every so slowly at waistband of my sweats. By the end of the ride this time, when the mirrors show the ghosts riding with you in your cart, I had a finger under the leg of her shorts, just a little, but enough to let me know she was willing for more.

Once again we made our way out, and back in line. Another trip and more intimacy. My hand, in addition to touching her now very open legs, lightly teased her breasts through the blouse, I could feel her nipples harden to my touch and as the ghosts and ghouls moaned around us, her head dipped towad mine and she sighed into my ear, "yes..."

Almost sprinting to the line again, we lept into our cart and I decided to go further. My hand, not content to touch just her leg, explored between her legs. I gently, yet firmly, began caressing her through her shorts. Her legs were very wide and I knew she was enjoying it as her close hand was caressing my hair, my back, even sliding under my hoodie and touching my waist.

At the mirrors again I looked at her reflection and saw a woman, mouth open, and with my hand moving furiously under her short leg and just barely touching her pussy through her panties. I could hear her panting and wondered if everyone else could too, it seemed so loud to me.

Outside again and she was holding my hand, breathing heavily as we walked back toward New Orleans Square. There was a break in the drizzle and she leaned back , arms outstretched sideways, one foot flush against a railing, and looked at me with a mixture of questions, confusion, lust, and just about every other emotion tumbling upon each other. I watched her face closely. I could see she had some lines, but her smooth tan skin made her look still fairly young. Her eyes were a lovely almond shaped and the light brown eyes were ringed with lots of white. She had on only a little lipstick, a lighter shade that, for some reason this day, made her look more sexy than if she had on 'fuck me red' lipstick.

She looked down, then up at me, "So, Alison," she began, I'm sure wondering where the rest of the sentence was going, "umm, that was, I mean. . ." She trailed off. I smiled and touched her hand softly, looking into her eyes. She looked back at me, in a serious way, just about to say something, when the skies broke loose.

It started raining and raining hard. The type of rain that usually doesn't happen in Southern California. In an instant we were drenched. People were running for cover and we did too. I pulled her with me toward the French Quarter and down a little shop side alley, toward the bathrooms, under cover, there was a little photo booth. I pulled her in with me and shut the tiny door, hiding us from the sounds of people running in from the downpour.

Virginia sat and I stood facing her. She looked up at me, strands of wet hair caked to her temples and drips falling off her ears. I looked down at her, my hair a mess, my hoodie soaked. We smiled at each other. Big smiles. I leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. Closer to her face, she moved slightly to me and our lips met. Gently, softly, warmth flowing through us. My hand on her shoulder as we kissed more and more. Small soft kisses developing into deeper kisses, my tongue finding hers and her hands finding my ass and pulling me ever very gently to her. The kisses became more passionate and I could tell she would be a dynamic lover. She met my eagerness with her own and her tongue was a joy. I sucked her tongue softly and pulled away from her, teasing her.

I stood up straight again, watching her boy shake gently with excitement. I took off my hoodie, pulled off my tanktop and there I was, topless in front of her. My small a cup breasts wet with rain, my nipples had never been harder. Virginia looked at me wide eyed.

"Alison, I've never. . ." she whispered.

"No no no. . ."I replied, softly, moving forward, close to her between her legs, bending over and moving my chest toward her lovely face.

Her big eyes darted between my eyes and my breasts. I moved even closer. I pushed my chest out, my nipple only inches from her mouth. Then I ran it over her lips, rubbing the hard nub over her top lip, then down to her soft full lower lip. I could feel her breath, so warm on my breast. I ran my hand just along her cheek as I pushed my nipple to her mouth again. She closed her eyes slowly, dreamily, and took my nipple into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet and she sucked gently, sensuously. "Oh yes Virginia," I sighed, "that feels so good."

She slowly went from sucking my nipple to licking it, to sucking more of my breast into her mouth. I reached down and pinched her hard nipples through her blouse as she sucked. I could feel my body turning to goo as her mouth pleasured me so. It seemed like slow motion. Every nerve of my body alive and her body moving in rhythm with mine.

A knock on the outside of the photo booth had us both, wide eyed, looking at the little door. "Anyone in there?" a voice asked.

"Yeah, we're just done." Virginia responded, shooting me a sexy sly smile.We both realized we weren't in the safest place and, quickly, though with slight giggles, left the booth. It took me a moment to find my tanktop, but I just pushed it in a pocked and zipped up my hoodie and noone was the wiser. We stood outside again, the rain had abated for now, and Virginia looked out across the square, looking deep in though. Then took my hand and said, "OK, come with me." Feeling her warm hand in mine, I gladly went with her.

She led me, walking quickly, toward the main gate. I thought to myself, "Oh great, she wants to leave. . now? We could have so much fun."

She pulled out her cell as we walked, "Hi honey, it's me. No, I'm not feeling all that well, I think I'm going to head on back to the room and take a nap. Call me at dinner time and I'll let you know. OK, you three have fun now. Bye."

I looked at her, wanting to know what we were doing.

"Our room is right over there." She pointed to the Grand Californian Disney Hotel, in the other Disney park. It began to rain again and we made the last few steps before the entrance with a quick trot.

We made our way to the elevators, Virginia seemed so nervous she wouldn't even look at me. Inside together, alone, I gazed up at her. Hair wet and disheveled, clothes wrinkled and frumpy, and still she was stunning looking. In the light of the elevator she had a sort of Mediterranean look about her (I would later find out she was Italian.) Her warm eyes darted around, not settling on any one thing. She was very nervous.

I took her hand in mine. "Virginia," I spoke softly, looking directly into those eyes, "it's OK. You know?" I moved to her and pressed my lips softly to hers. Her body instantly relaxed and she placed her hand on my shoulder. "I know Alison," she spoke back to me, more calmly, "I'm just a little. . . " then she smiled.

We almost silently entered her room on the 5th floor. I went in first, as she turned her back to me and locked the door, pausing for a moment. She turned and we stood 5 feet apart, just looking at each other. Both of us soaked and hair tangled and unkempt.

I walked to her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, from top to bottom. I could hear her breathing quicken and feel her breath on me as the last button came undone. I slid both my hands along her toned skin, feeling the warmth, despite the rain, of her body. Slowly I caressed upward, my fingers sliding over her simple white bra. I could see and feel how hard her nipples were and was lucky to find it was a front clasp bra, and deftly undid it, receiving a small audible sigh from Virginia in return.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the base of her neck, kissing downward as I slowly pulled the bra down and away from her breasts. I could taste the rain and her skin mixed together, licking between her ample and surprisingly firm breasts. She pushed her body out to meet my mouth and when I licked the edges of her full wide areolas, her hand cradled my head, bringing me to her and urging me too suckle her lovely nipples.

I slowly licked the edges of her nipple, teasing and tasting. feeling the bumps and hardness on my tongue. Then with an urgency, I surrounded her nipple with my lips and began to suck greedily. Virginia moaned for the first time as I sucked nice and hard, taking more of her breast into my mouth as I did.

"Oh yes Alison, just like that." She cooed.

As I moved to her other breast I pulled her blouse down off her shoulders, feeling it fall behind her and freeing her arms to pull me even more to her. I began to get more aggressive with my mouth, sucking, licking and biting her hard nipple. Her chest heaved and she let out louder and louder sighs of enjoyment.

With one long suck I pulled back from her, pulling her breast from her body just enough to make her open her eyes wide. I stood in front of her, smiling a wicked smile. She watched me, as if frozen in a dream. I took her hand and placed it on the zipper of my hoodie.

Slowly and with deliberate movement, Virginia unzipped my hoodie, exposing my chest and stomach to her. She looked me in the eye as she mimicked what I had done, moving her hands on my stomach, my sides, up my chest, pinching my nipples and smiling as I whispered, "yes."

My entire body was tingling as her warm full hands explored my skin. She removed my hoodie and moved behind me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, the middle of my back, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver all over again. I turned to her, kissing her fully again and pressing my smaller body to her mature adult body.

"Lay back Virginia" I implored, wanting to take her on the bed.

Virginia moved back on the bed, legs pointing to me, her nipples erect, hair still pulled back, and propped her upper body up on her elbows. She looked slightly pensive.

"Alison, I've never done this before. Been with another girl. I don't know. . ."

I smiled, "It's OK Virginia," I looked into her eyes as I crawled up the bed, sliding my chest and hard nipples over her legs and tanned stomach, "I have."

I Climbed her body, kissing her at random intervals until I was face to face with her. I could feel her stilted breathing as she showed an excited nervousness. Our lips met and in an instant her nervousness seemed to disappear. Our tongues were playing, flicking quickly and aggressively against each other. We were emiting only sighs and gasps as we pressed harder together. I straddled her waist as I pressed down to her loving warm mouth.

Her hands moved quickly with a lightness over my head, my back, along my sides and finally kneading and caressing and fondling my tight ass. She was pulling and pushing my ass as I moved my hips on her, rubbing my wet lips on her stomach. We kissed harder and deeper, any inhibitions she might have had about being with me eliminated as she would whisper "yes" during brief breaks in kissing.

I began to kiss down her neck, Virginia leaning her head back, eyes closed as I licked from small freckle on her chest to freckle. My tongue making way down between her breasts, pressing her warm full breasts against my cheeks. I heard a soft moan as I did this, then pinched her nipples in response.

I licked down lower, making my way to her lightly trimmed pussy. I ran my tongue through the hair on her mound, breathing in the aroma of her sex. I could see how wet she was and let my tongue dance around the edges of her full lips. Her body jerked slightly at the first touch of my tongue on her lovely pussy. Opening her lips with my fingers, I licked up and down slowly, deliberately. Alternating between sharp fast licks at her hard clit, to long slow broad tongued licks that took in the entirety of her pussy.

The more I licked, the greater my desire to have this woman cum. I felt encouraged by her moans, her sighs and the idea that I was the first, the very first, female to lick this lovely creature. I pressed my tongue into her deep and hard, licking around and up her pussy. I surrouned her clit with my lips and began to suck. Virginia's hips started bucking and her moans were like that of a wild animal. I had to wrap my arms under her thighs and around so that I could use my hands to hold her still.

Her pussy got wetter and wetter and I wanted so much to taste her cum. Her voice was loud, "fuck fuck FUCK," she cried, "Alison. .oh Alison. ..Al . .is....on" she moaned to the celing.

I concentrated on her clit again, licking it fast and hard, this time accompanying it with two fingers presssing into her pussy and pumping hard and fast.

Virginia erupted, she pushed her hips up, nearly smashing my face in the process, and let out a loud gutteral moan as she twitched on the bed, her outstretched hands grasping the sheets in lovely agony. I drank up every drop I could, my tongue bathing in her juices. I held my fingers deep in her married pussy, feeling the muscles contract and relax as she rode successive waves of orgasm.

With my fingers still in her, I once again kissed up her, sucking a nipple before a wet messy kiss on her lips. Her breathing labored and deep as she tried to gain composure. Her kisses were wild and fantastic and she kissed even harder when I whispered, "do you like how your pussy tastes on my lips?"

We layed together; me partially on top of her, and her holding me as she caressed my face with her fingers.

"I know I should have asked this before," she asked tentitively, "but how old are you?"

I smiled, "I just turned 13."

"Oh my . . .oh my . ." she stared opened eyed at the celing, "my daughter is almost 13." Her fingers still caressing my face and moving down over my chest.

"That's not a problem, is it Virginia?" I asked, and almost immediately regretted it. I didn't want her to say yes.

"Alison honey," she turned her body to me, one hand holding my hips firmly to her body, "nothing we've done is a problem for me. It feels. . .natural. I feel like . ." she was searching for something, "I feel like I was supposed to be with you and just thinking about it makes me want to fuck you again." She looked at me, eyes narrowed slightly, "do girls say that about each other like this? To fuck you again?"

It was cute. "Yes Virginia, we say we fuck each other. Even if we don't have a penis." I laughed.

"Oh good, because I want to keep fucking you."

As we laid all over each other I was lazily rubbing my pussy, enjoying the ups and downs of feeling. Getting close to orgasm, then backing off. Virginia, wondering what I was doing, craned her head and looked at my activities. "Oh," she started, looking concerned into my eyes, my god she was gorgeous so close, "I didn't do anything for you." She seemed genuinely concerned.

"It's OK hun," I liked calling her hun, "I had fun."

"No, no no," she shook her head as she propped herself sideways on her elbow, "it's not the same. I think I should . . . ."

She was again searching for words, "I should eat you out and make you cum. Is that OK?"

I giggled a bit, "Yes, that would be more than OK."

I laid on my back, bending my legs, feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide for her. She moved down the bed, her eyes concentrating on my very wet very excited pussy. She ran her fingertips through the few wisps of hair above my lips, then slid them down and felt all around me. I moved my hips slightly in reaction to her touch.

"It's my first time so. . .let me know. . .OK?" She was so adorable.

"You'll do fine."

She locked eyes with me, extended her tongue and I felt it's warmth and wetness sliding between my lips. It felt like heaven, I was so wanting, NEEDING, her by this time. Slowly, and a little awkwardly, Virginia licked up and down, the hard tip of her tongue pressing my clit, then moving inside me, then my clit again. I placed my hand on her head, wanting nothing more than to press her face tight against my throbbing pussy. But I didn't want to scare her. I wanted her to enjoy eating me as much as I enjoyed her doing it.

"Try licking my clit a little more, nice and quick." I told her, starting to breathe heavily at the thought that I was the first girl to cum for this lovely lady.

She increased her licking of my clit, relaxed a bit more and was happily licking fast and hard. I began to shake. I knew I wouldn't last long.

"yes Virginia, keep going, I'm close."

She pushed a finger into my pussy as her tongue pressed into the tip of my clit. I moaned louder as her finger delved deep into me. I loved it.

"Oh god Virginia. . ." were the last words I could say audibly before devolving into moans and grunts and feeling the crash of a huge orgasm, bucking my hips on the bed and pressing my hips to Virginia's face. To her credit, she never stopped, licking and fingering me as my wetness was soaking the sheets. Orgasm after orgasm ran through my body and I was getting lightheaded by her actions and my reactions.

"Oh Virginia, stop, I can't take anymore," I panted, pulling her lovely body up to me.

She moved up my body and we kissed again, like lovers who have pushed each other over an emotional and sexual cliff. We kissed and hugged and felt each other for what seemed like hours, enjoying being so close.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew Virginia was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand.

"OK, yes. yeah, I feel OK now. About an hour? OK, I should be fine by then. OK, see you then."

"What's up baby?" I just had to call her baby. I guess I wanted to claim possession of her.

"Oh, my husband and the kids will be here in about an hour. I'm sorry." She was apologizing for not letting me stay longer. Cute.

"It's OK," I got up, gathering up my clothes, "I think we had a great time."

She looked sad as I was getting ready to go.

"Alison, are you," she was staring at me with wide eyes, "are you free for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Free?"

"My husband and the kids will be at his sister's house. I don't get along with her. So I thought we could. . ."

"Go out? Are you asking me out on a date?" I was being coy.

She laughed, "Yes. Alison, will you go out on a date with me tomorrow night?"

I leaned over to her, kissing her softly, sensually, tasting her mouth, smelling her aroma.

"Virginia, I'd be happy to go out with you. Here's my number."

With a quick hug, a few more kisses and her moist eyes, I left her room and walked on clouds out of the hotel.