"Not everything has to make sense all the time, though, does it?" Cassie laughed.

Nick smiled at the remark. It summed up his philosophy on life perfectly, and he was delighted that his shortcut through the street market had led him to someone who seemed to share his views.

Cassie had been returning from a visit to an antique shop when she stopped at the market stall. She and Nick struck up a conversation while they waited to be served.

"My collection of antique sports books and your fairground artefacts might get us labelled eccentric by the masses, but it keeps us out of mischief, I suppose," Nick joked.

"Unfortunately, yes, more's the pity," Cassie replied ruefully, suspecting that Nick had a sense of humour like hers.

Encountering someone with a similarly nerdy obsession who made jokes at their own expense was rare, which made Cassie feel that her chance meeting with Nick was meant to be.

"If I take you home and show you what I've got, I'm sure you'll be impressed. I might even let you watch me spin my wheel in search of the top prize," Cassie giggled.

"That sounds nerdtastic. I might even show you my spreadsheets after an offer like that," Nick replied as Cassie led him on a short walk to her home.

Though Cassie hadn't imagined her day unfolding as it had, there was something almost inevitable about meeting Nick. It was by no means unusual to wake up horny on a Saturday morning, but she had planned to let things build before dealing with her arousal that evening.

"Welcome to the fairground," Cassie announced with a smile as she led Nick into her home.

Nick looked at the scene before him with a mixture of disbelief and utmost respect. The walls were lined with posters, and the shelves were stacked with trinkets, whilst Cassie's prize wheel was the centrepiece.

"If I'd known today was going to be the day a stranger turned up to help me spin my wheel, I'd have had my list of eighteen prizes ready, but it won't take me long to jot them down. I definitely won't run out of options for the segments," Cassie explained, giggling with excitement.

Cassie told Nick to get naked and sit on the sofa until she'd finished writing. Once she had, she stood beside her fairground attraction, holding her numbered list.

"Fanny, tits, bottom, or toes? Where it stops, nobody knows," Cassie sang as she spun her wheel.

Though Nick hadn't seen her list, when the wheel stopped on number thirteen, he saw Cassie jump up and down with excitement, take off her clothes, and laugh heartily.

"My lucky number's come up on the first spin! The ghost train's stuck in the tunnel, and the engineer's busy having his toes painted. What will we do to pass the time in the dark until he returns?" Cassie shrieked.

Nick found it alarmingly easy to picture the scene, so he added a few extra details.

"It was a stroke of genius to book the platinum suite on the ghost train, wasn't it? A bed, time to kill, and a chance to have some fun at the fair. What could be nicer?" Nick asked.

"Well, sucking my tits and fanny until I scream so loudly that it sends every ghostie and ghoulie running for the mountains sounds good to me," Cassie shouted playfully, pushing Nick towards her bedroom.

Cassie's clear vision of her ideal fairground experience meant Nick could start bringing it to life straight away. Nick's measured climb onto the bed was a little more deliberate than Cassie's leap, but her train-ride storyline was shaping up well.

As Nick knelt between her legs, planting kisses on her nipples, Cassie purred and giggled contentedly. She loved the adrenaline rush of extreme fairground attractions, but this was one ride she hadn't hopped on for far too long.

"Titties all a tingle, and some serious action in the undergrowth," Cassie said between excited giggles and her own appreciative noises.

Nick's kisses lingered on Cassie's nipples as her arousal deepened. The juvenile banter and erotic attention would have been satisfying on their own, but together they made a perfect combination.

When Cassie directed Nick's lips to their second port of call, she did so with a hearty cry of 'wagons roll'. This stopped Nick in his tracks for a moment, but only because he felt it was better not to laugh during the crucial second stage of Cassie's voyage.

"Let's hope nobody pops by to check our tickets," Cassie giggled, feeling Nick's breath between her legs and the first flick and swirl of his tongue on her gorged clit.

Cassie savoured every movement Nick made inside her. In her mind, they were together on the ghost train, and her need to be taken to her blissful destination was overwhelming.

Once Nick had begun to suck purposefully inside her writhing body, Cassie's cries of pleasure echoed joyfully around her bedroom. When her back arched and she let out a wail of delight, it seemed fitting to follow it with uncontrollable laughter, and she did.

With her climax owning her body and soul, Cassie revelled in every moment of her loud, chaotic, and satisfying release. Nick ensured she got full value from her platinum ticket, and Cassie knew her prize wheel's place as her favourite piece in her collection was now assured for the foreseeable future.

"I'll have to think of something even ruder for segment thirteen now, just in case I nail it again tomorrow," Cassie giggled.

As a way of letting Nick know that she wanted him to become a regular visitor to her fairground, Cassie's words had been unforgettable. Nick thinks whatever else is on her wheel's prize list will be, too.