"A nice soft tongue would feel still better." I ventured.
"It might, at that," she commented pensively, after a moment's silence, "sometime …"
In this moment there came a sudden knocking at the door, and from the other side, the voice of the mistress of the establishment calling on Josephine to hurry, as there was a crowd in the parlor, and all the girls were needed.
Inasmuch as I had already exceeded by far the time I was entitled to occupy Josephine there was nothing for me to do but disgustedly put on my hat and coat and depart.
It was about eight-thirty and as I wandered down the street, wondering how to most enjoy-ably spend the evening with the small capital in my possession, I saw a train with the sign "Wonderland" approaching, and acting on the impulse of the moment, I ran out and boarded it.
Wonderland was an amusement park situated on the outskirts of the city. Here were cheap shows, skating rinks, carousels, and an infinity of catch-penny devices. On holidays, Saturdays and Sundays, the place was well patronized, but there never was much activity on week nights, although many of the concessions remained open. It was reputed to be a fine place to "pick up" girls, although at this moment, I had no other thought in mind than to kill an hour or two of time agreeably.
When we reached the park 1 1 got off, paid the small entrance fee; and went inside. Pew of the entertainment features were operating but here and there were signs of activity with barkers, pitchmen and touts shouting their wares or extoling the qualities of the entertainments. I idled along, indifferent to their supplications, ?or I had on previous occasions seen about all there was to be seen.
Prom a distant section came the strident, but not unmusical notes of a mechanical organ, operating in conjunction with a merry-go-round, and towards the source of this music I wended my way. Under a blaze of colored lights, to the tune of "Sweet Rosie O'Grady" tigers, giraffes, lions, horses elephants and other gayly painted members of the animal kingdom were flying around in dizzy circle, rising and falling with mechanical precision in what was supposed to
be the equivalent of wild flight.
As I watched them flashing by on their never ending journey something caught my eye which instantly awakened more than merely passing interest. This something was a girl of thirteen or fourteen, sitting astride a ferocious tiger which, with uplifted, menacing claws, swayed backward and forward, as it whirled about the course. The object of my interest was out of sight almost before I had gotten more than a brief glimpse of her, but brief as it was it was sufficient to hold me there for further contemplation.
A mass of yellow curls bobbed up and down with the swaying of the feline steed and with each downward movement a short dress billowed up in the air displaying a generous expanse of flesh above the top of her hose.
I watched this seductive bit of feminity with increasing interest till the contrivance on which she was diverting herself came to stop and she clambered down, displaying further expanses of flesh and panties as she swung her leg over the back of the wooden effigy. Departing through the narrow exit, she ambled down a passage between two rows of ring throwing and other swindle schemes with me close at her heels and watching covertly over my shoulder, to see whether there were any parents or older com-
panions in the background. I saw nothing to indicate that anyone besides myself was interested in her movements, and as she paused to inspect a display of knick-knacks in a window I sidled up to her and murmured in her ear: "Having a good time, cutie?" -She looked me over appraisingly and with but brief hesitation replied:
"Not very. Nearly everything's closed up." 'Tike to take a ride on the roller coaster?" "Sure I" was the succinct and satisfactory reply-Something about this girl's appearance and the matter of fact way in which she accepted my invitation, told me that I had a live one. As we made our way to the coaster an adroit question or two extracted the information I was most interested in, namely that she was alone. She lived but a short distance from the park, and was in the habit of coming by herself, to spend an hour or two in the early evening. x Carefully I sized her up, and the inspection tended to confirm my first estimate. Despite her baby face, there was something in her eyes which denoted sophistication. The dress she wore was extremely short, and displayed too well a pair of round, mature legs sheathed in glistening black silk stockings, a luxury common enough now, but rather unusual for young girls at that time. She
also had on high heeled French slippers, something still more unusual for extremely young misses.
When w« reached the entrance to the coaster, I invested in a sufficient number of tickets to carry us around the track four times. The device in question commonly denominated as the "Russian Mountains" was an inclined track which ascended to an elevation of some height. Little three seated cars were drawn up this track, and permitted to descend a winding course under their own momentum. It was extremely popular with young couples, and it was quite permissible for a gentle-manto put his arm around his companion, as an assurance of protection when the cars shot down the steep incline which gave initial impetus and velocity to the journey. Moreover there were several enclosed sections constructed in the form of dark tunnels, located at convenient intervals along the course. Under cover of the darkness so provided warm lips could be discreely kissed, and if the circumstances were favorable, caresses of a still more intimate nature might be indulged in. Naturally, I had all this in mind when I suggested a ride on the coaster.
A scarcity of customers that night resulted in our obtaining the exclusive occupancy of a car designed ordinarily to accommodate three couples. As we slowly ascended the steep in-
cline, I put my arm around my companion's waist. When the car searted down the straightway, gathering velocity with every second, she squeezed up to me, with the customary simulation of fright
The first time around I contented myself with warm kisses pressed on half parted willing lips in the darkness of the tunnels and caverns as we speeded through.
As we started on the second trip, I raised my arm over her shoulder and let my hand rest lightly over one of her small but firm little bubbles, and as no objection was made to the contact, I ventured a bit further, and squeezed it softly.
On the third trip around, this same hand was on the inside of her bodice over her bare breast instead of on the outside. Its mate was under the hem of her short skirt lying on the smooth skin just above the top of her silk stocking- and disposed to go higher.
On the fourth and final trip the hand last referred to had deftly found its way up the inside of a panty leg and was pleasant contact with something softly hairy, warm, and very moist.