Chapter 2: Pirates and Bears

The last time I was at a Disney theme park I wasn’t quite yet a teenager and then it was to Disney World in Orlando. This was to be my first time at the original Disneyland and really, can ANYONE not be a little excited about going there? Unfortunately my first impression was one of surprise, even a bit of a let-down. It was in the middle of a city! I guess back when it was created Anaheim was more isolated but now you drove through the city and just turn into Disneyland. Not quite the “you’re entering another world” feeling you get in Florida.

With the RV, we were directed to a special parking lot with bigger parking spots. Then it was into the park for what I hoped would be a day of fun. Overall, it WAS a nice day and it might have been more so had their daughters been with us to provide some of that younger excitement, but they weren’t due to return from their camp until evening so it was just the three of us.

Anyone seeing our trio would’ve thought we were just a typical family. Most people probably figured I was a sister or a niece or something like that as the Eisenberg’s didn’t look nearly old enough to have a 24 year-old daughter. Looking around I realized that I was dressed about the same as most of the girls were - shorts and a tank top. I’d decided to wear sneakers even though many people, including Mrs. Eisenberg, wore flip-flops or sandals but I knew we’d be doing a LOT of walking and I wanted to be able to still be able to feel my feet at the end of the day!

Before going any further, I need to say something to those reading this and expecting to hear all about how I fucked half the staff and who knows who else. Let me say this now and get it over with - I did NOT fuck Mr. Eisenberg in the park. In fact, I did NOT have sex with anyone else either. For that matter, I did NOT even give a single blowjob! Now how’s THAT for shocking news?

In case you’re wondering why, it wasn’t any altruistic motives on my part but rather more the result of Mrs. Eisenberg acting as my personal shadow for most of the day. She may have claimed to believe me with regards to her husband, but she wasn’t taking any chances either.

On the plus side, it wasn’t a totally platonic day either. One nice thing about many Disney rides is you typically sit in some sort of vehicle or boat or whatever and watch the exhibits as they go by. Because many of the rides relied on visual effects, there are lots of times when the rooms would be dark or dimly lit - perfect for a little groping! Rides like the Pirates of the Caribbean and shows like the Country Bear Jamboree were among the best opportunities we took advantage of during the morning.

In some ways it was like going back to my high school days again when boys would try to feel me up whenever they thought nobody could see. Movie theaters were a favorite spot for the “wandering hands” and many a movie I spent with my blouse half undone or a hand on my thigh trying to reach up under my skirt.

So it was with Mr. Eisenberg who took advantage of literally every opportunity to touch and grope me. The moment the lights would go out or he thought nobody could see us, his hand was instantly on me, touching the inner thighs of my legs, feeling my boobs, rubbing my ass, even rubbing my crotch through my shorts. The only thing that prevented him from doing it more often was when his wife made sure she sat between the two of us. It was a little funny in a way, watching the two of them battle it out, neither of them wanting to admit what they were really doing as they jockeyed to see who would sit next to me. I would say it was about a 50-50 split by the time the day was over.

Before we’d arrived I’d hoped that there would be some opportunity to get fucked, or at LEAST give a BJ, while in the park, if for no other reason than to be able to brag about it later. Alas, it was incredibly crowded! Put that together with the ball and chain around my ankle (in the form of Mrs. Eisenberg), and I resigned myself early on that it was just going to be one of those days. Still, it wasn’t a COMPLETE loss as I can’t tell you how many other fathers, husbands and sons stared at me during the day. Although I tried to act as if I didn’t notice, I did my best to give them whatever view I could without actually doing anything that would get me tossed from the theme park. Just innocent flirting but it was still fun, especially when the wife or mother caught on to what they were doing!