A Day at the Water Park

[Horn-eman000]

(Warning: Story may contain some unwanted sexual contact, namely groping and forced masturbation)

Julia was both excited and nervous as she waited in line to ride, “Slide Away,” the newly crowned tallest water slide in the world. She stood there, her blonde curls resting on her broad shoulders, wearing a bright red strapless string bikini, the top of which struggled to contain her massive E-cup breasts and the bottoms of which hid her round ass. The mid-July sun beat down on her mostly bare, sunscreen-coated fair skin on this clear sky day. She tilted her head back, her vivid blue eyes gauging the distance to the summit, realizing there were still several stories to climb. Undeterred, Julia settled into the line, her patience enduring the relentless heat.

After 45 minutes, she glanced upward again, disheartened to see that the line looked like it had barely progressed. Yet, she believed the exhilarating plunge would justify the wait. As another half-hour slipped by, her position in line inched closer to the top, though the end was still not quite in sight. Peering over the edge of the banister, Julia's heart fluttered with a mix of thrill and anxiety. The world below appeared miniature, the people resembling tiny ants scuttling about. Julia quickly turned her gaze forward, focusing on the climb ahead. Suddenly, the sound of a boy's grumbling from behind broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present.

“Mommy, it’s been ages, when are we going to get there? I’m bored!”

“Hold your horses, Matthew, it’ll just be a little longer,” the kid’s mom replied.

Another 20 minutes passed though, and they were still a long way off.

“Mama, it’s been forever,” Matthew cried. “I want to ride already!”

His mom was ignoring him though, just standing there chatting with another park guest.

“MOMMY, I want to ride, NOW!”

“Calm down, Matthew,” she finally said. “We’re almost there.”

But 10 more minutes passed, and they still weren’t.

Matthew started screaming.

“I want to ride, NOW!” he said again. He continued crying and screaming, shouting inaudible words while his mom ignored it. Julia was doing her best to ignore it herself, but it was beginning to seriously get on her nerves. Minutes passed and the boy still hadn't stopped.

Julia, finally deciding she had enough, turned around.

“Ma’am,” she said to Matthew’s mom. When she didn’t respond, she shouted.

“Ma’am, control your son!”

The mom just ignored her as well though, continuing to chat with the other guest.

“Excuse me, miss,” Julia just about screamed, while nudging the mom on the shoulder.

“Shut up, bitch,” the mom snapped, finally turning away from her conversation.

Julia could not believe the audacity of this woman.

“Control your kid, then,” she demanded. But the mom ignored her again and just went back to her conversation while her son screamed his lungs out.

Julia's control snapped like a twig underfoot. She whirled on Matthew, her voice sharp as a blade. "Shut the hell up, kid!"

That got him to be quiet, although he looked absolutely hurt.

“Leave my boy alone, you stupid cunt!” the mom spat, her voice slicing through the humid air.

Julia was flabbergasted by this response.

“Your son has been screaming for the past five minutes, asshole!" she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.

“He’s just a kid, what do you expect?” the mom shot back, dismissively, waving a hand as if to swat away Julia’s concern.

“He’s clearly at least ten years old,” Julia countered, her tone firm and unyielding. “He shouldn’t be screaming, and you shouldn’t be ignoring it!”

“Don’t tell me how to raise my son!” the mom snapped again, her eyes narrowing in defiance as she folded her arms across her chest.

Furious and slightly hurt, Julia spun around. She just wanted to reach the top so she could ride the slide and get away from this idiot and her annoying son and find solace in the exhilarating rush of the descent. She glanced upward, catching a glimpse of the slide's entrance, its bright colors promising a swift retreat. Just a little farther, she thought, determination steeling her resolve.

However, behind her, Matthew’s initial hurt from being yelled at by Julia morphed into a simmering anger. He then looked at the strings of her bikini with a mischievous glint in his eye, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He cast a quick glance at his mother, who was once again engrossed in a conversation with another park guest, oblivious to her son's antics. Matthew sidled closer to Julia, his movements stealthy and deliberate. With calculated precision, he reached up with one hand and deftly tugged on the string of her bikini top. The knot came undone, and the top began to slip down, exposing Julia’s breasts to the open air.

“What the hell?!,” she exclaimed, grabbing the fabric and placing it back up against her breasts before it fell completely. She was about to reach behind her back to tie it back up when she felt the strings on her bikini bottoms come loose too. Using her free hand, she reached down and held the front of it against her pussy, preventing it from falling off completely. Unfortunately for her, that didn’t stop the back from falling down and exposing her bare ass to Matthew’s gleeful gaze.

“Haha,” he laughed.

Julia turned around, keeping her hands in place, and glared at him furiously.

“You little pervert!” she spat.

“What did you call my son?!” Matthew's mom demanded, her voice like thunder.

"You heard me," Julia shot back, her own anger rising to meet the mom's. "He untied my bikini!"

The mom's eyes raked over Julia, her lip curling in a sneer. "Well maybe you shouldn’t have worn such a provocative swimsuit!”

Julia was about ready to slap this woman. Unfortunately, she was in no position to do so as she held on awkwardly to her bikini with both hands, trying desperately to hold it in place. With a growl of frustration, she tried tying the pieces of it back up without letting either of them fall. Julia put her arms up against her sides as tight as she could and she strained to reached behind with the hand holding her top, trying to secure it. Her plan quickly unraveled as the top slipped down, baring her breasts again.

“Nice,” Matthew commented with a smirk of amusement and audacity. Julia glared at him again. There was no way she could do this with one hand. Deciding she’d rather not let this little brat or anyone else see her sex, she draped her top over her shoulder, leaving her breasts exposed. Swiftly, she focused on tying her bikini bottoms with both hands, fingers working rapidly to secure the knots. Once stabilized, she hurriedly repositioned her top and tied it securely.

Julia kept an eye on Matthew the rest of the way to the top, not wanting to risk letting him untie her bikini again. Fortunately, the climb wasn’t much longer, and soon, it was her turn to embark on the slide. The world stretched out below her, a vast expanse of green and blue and colorful tiny specks of people. Fear gripped her, but she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the plunge.

“Hurry up, we’ve waited all fuckin day for this,” Matthew yelled impatiently from behind.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Julia replied, though she lingered a moment longer, wrestling with her nerves. Finally, she resolved to cast her fear aside. But, just as she prepared to sit and begin her slide, Matthew seized the moment. She felt his hand shove her forcefully, sending her tumbling forward. She plunged face-first onto the slick surface of the slide, beginning her rapid descent.

Julia’s shriek cut through the midday heat. The translucent tube above her head glittered with sunlight, and cold water sluiced over her arms and legs like liquid glass as she plunged. The slide’s first pitch dropped away at a perilous angle, and Julia felt her heart vault into her throat as gravity took hold. She hurtled downward, the wind roaring in her ears, the blue-green walls blurring past in streaks of light and shadow. It seemed to go on forever, faster and faster, until—just as she thought the momentum would never break—the slide curved abruptly uphill. Her stomach lurched as she climbed, the pace slowing for a breath, then the floor vanished beneath her once more and she plummeted again into darkness.

The next twist swallowed her in a dizzying corkscrew. Round and round she spiraled, water spraying off her shoulders in silver arcs, each rotation stretching and compressing her insides like a slinky. The world became a spinning kaleidoscope of rippling water and neon plastic.

Then, the tunnel opened into a vast bowl, its concentric rings of slick plastic guiding her on a wide, circular runway. Julia circled the bowl’s rim over and over, the centrifugal force pressing her against the curve, until after what felt like an eternity—at least a full minute—she edged toward the center. The water surged beneath her once more, whipping around her ankles, and she dropped into the final throat of the slide. Julia noticed that the sensation of the water rushing by suddenly felt even stronger on her skin. She had little time to think about what that meant though as gravity yanked her onto yet another long steep incline.

Finally, mercifully, the slide spat her out. She rocketed up a short ramp, airborne for a heartbeat, before gravity reclaimed her and she plunged headlong into a deep, cerulean pool. The impact sent a sheet of water exploding around her. She sank beneath the surface momentarily, then burst back up, droplets cascading from her hair as she whipped it over her shoulders.

“That. Was. Amazing!” she cried, punching the air with delight even as her heart thundered in her chest. Fear had clawed at her stomach through most of the ride—especially with that headfirst launch—but the adrenaline high was intoxicating, and every second of the long line had been well worth it.

“I’m going again!” she declared.

Julia headed for the stairs of the pool and climbed out, eyes closed as she rubbed the water off her face. The air felt noticeably cooler than she expected on her dripping wet body and she heard the people around her let out a collective gasp. Blinking open her eyes, she saw that everyone was staring at her. Most were wide-eyed, some with their jaws on the ground, especially the men and young boys. Julia stopped in her tracks.

“What—why is everyone staring at me?” she demanded.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, rising to a roar. A middle-aged woman’s mocking cackle caught Julia’s ears. “Nice swimsuit!” she shouted, pointing.

Julia looked down and let out a squeal as she realized she was completely naked. Instinctively, she crossed one arm over her breasts and the other over her hairless pussy. Of course, her bare ass remained gloriously on display for all. I must have lost my bikini on the slide, she thought, her cheeks burning hotter than the surrounding asphalt, as she turned around and headed back to the base of the slide. She approached the pool, eyes darting around for any sign of her missing bikini. She knelt by the water, peering into its shimmering surface. No pieces of fabric floated nearby and no strings were tangled in the grating. The crowd’s laughter rose louder, a taunting chorus. Panicked, Julia broke into an awkward run towards the service kiosk. The attendant—a lanky, college-aged guy in a navy polo—stood slack-jawed behind the counter, not so much as blinking. Stacks of crisp white towels were neatly folded on a shelf behind him.

“Excuse me—may I please have a towel?” Julia begged, clutching herself tighter, arms trembling.

The guy just continued to stare, entranced.

“Um, hello?”

The guy still did not respond. Julia briefly removed her arm from her breasts and snapped her fingers in front of the guy’s face. He blinked as if waking from a dream.

“Huh? Oh—sorry, what?” he said.

“I said—may I please have a towel?” Julia asked again, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

“Oh, uh, sorry, we’re all out.”

Julia’s eyes darted past him to the piled towels. “No, you’re not! I can see a whole bunch of them right there.”

He swallowed. “Those… have all been reserved.”

“You can’t reserve towels!” Julia shot back.

“Uh, yeah… you can,” he stammered.

Julia knew that was nonsense.

“Please, just let me have a towel! I’ve lost my swimsuit in case you can’t tell!”

“Sorry, no can do!”

Julia exhaled in frustration, shoulders slumping. She knew this idiot was not helping her cause he just wanted to stare at her naked body. If only I had remembered to bring a towel with me, she thought. She also wished she had at least brought some shorts and a shirt with her, instead of just showing up to the park in her bikini. Then, she’d still have something to put on. Julia then felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw that it was that Matthew kid. He had his hands behind his back and a huge smirk on his face.

“Here, you want these back?” he said to her.

He swept his arms forward, revealing her bikini top and bottom. Desperate, Julia peeled her arm from her breasts again to snatch the fabric—but Matthew ducked his elbows inward. She lunged for it again; he shifted, nimble, and the pieces fluttered just out of reach, as he teased her in a merciless game of keep-away.

“Please, just give me my bikini back!” Julia cried, her voice echoing through the park.

“Ok,” Matthew said, drawing out the word with cruel delight. “But first, you have to uncover yourself and do three twirls for me.”

“What, no way!” Julia gasped.

“Fine then, you aren’t getting these back!” Matthew threatened, turning as if to leave.

“Oh, alright!” Julia conceded, her voice thick with desperation and defeat. Hesitantly, she removed her arms from her body, giving this prepubescent boy, and everyone else, a view of her breasts and pussy. The sun seemed to burn hotter as her flesh was exposed.

“Good!” Matthew exclaimed, his eyes wide with perverse glee. “Now, spin around three times.”

Julia held her arms out and did as he said, like a macabre ballerina in this twisted dance. Her massive tits and ass cheeks jiggled as she spun, drawing whistles and catcalls from the crowd that sliced through her like knives.

“Excellent,” he said in a low gravelly voice, the smirk not leaving his face.

There, I did what you said! Now, give them back!” Julia demanded, her body shaking with humiliation and anger.

“Okay…” Matthew said, seemingly relenting.

He held out the bikini top and bottom again for Julia. She was about to grab them when he snatched them away yet again.

“But you’ll have to catch me first!” he said in a sing-song voice as he turned and started running, his laughter trailing behind him like a toxic cloud.

“You little shit!” Julia yelled, her voice a primal roar.

Red faced from embarrassment and anger, she began chasing after him, not bothering to cover up again. Her massive tits and ass cheeks were bouncing all over the place and the crowd was both laughing and cheering at this point. Julia was running as fast as her bare feet could carry her. She was hardly gaining any ground on the little brat, though.

They ran for a little awhile until she saw Matthew turn and go into the men’s changing room. Without thinking, Julia followed him in. She entered to the site of several men and young boys in varying stages of undress. Julia stopped dead in her tracks, going wide eyed while the males all did the same. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and chlorine, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady,” one man said to her, his voice booming in the tiled room.

“I uh- sorry,” Julia replied, her voice small and shaky. “But that little shit has my swimsuit!” She pointed to Matthew, her hand trembling.

She tried to get to him but was blocked by two of the men.

“Get out of here, you pervert!” one of them barked, his face twisted in disgust.

“He’s the pervert!” Julia cried, her voice echoing off the cold tiles. “Just let me get my swimsuit back!”

But the men weren’t having it. They turned Julia around and began pushing her towards the door, one of them grabbing her by the ass in the process.

“Ow!” Julia whimpered, the rough hands on her bare skin sending a jolt of pain through her. “Let go of me, assholes!”

They pushed Julia out the door and onto the ground outside, where she was once again greeted by a laughing crowd. Julia’s embarrassment and fury only grew and before she could stand up, hands grabbed ahold of her and yanked her up off the ground. She was face to face with Matthew’s mom.

“So, you’re a cunt and a pervert, and a slut who can’t keep her swimsuit on!” the woman snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

“What the fuck are you doing, get off me!” Julia shouted, trying to break free. But the mom was much stronger.

“Well, I know just the punishment for you!” she declared, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight.

Her fingers dug into Julia’s skin like talons as she dragged her, kicking and screaming, towards a bench. The mom sat down on it and forced Julia face down across her lap. The crowd gathered around, their eyes feasting on the sight of Julia’s ass and her clit. The mom's hand rose high in the air, a dark silhouette against the blazing sun, and then swept down like a felled tree, connecting with Julia's ass in a sharp, stinging slap. Julia yelped, the sound echoing through the water park. The hand struck again and again, each smack resonating like a gunshot. The sun beat down on Julia's bare body, her skin glistening with water and sweat. Her mind reeled, unable to believe the sheer humiliation of it all. Here she was, a 24-year-old woman, stark naked from head and toe at a water park, draped over a stranger’s lap and getting spanked like a disobedient child, in front of a swelling crowd of gawkers. The mom's hand seemed to be made of iron, relentless in its punishment

After what seemed like the 20th spank, Julia heard the mom say, “Oh Matthew, hey! Want to have a go?”

“Sure, mommy!” Matthew replied, his voice bubbling with wicked glee. Julia craned her neck to see him, his eyes gleaming with that devilish grin.

“Please don’t,” she begged, her voice hoarse with humiliation.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears though. Matthew stepped closer, his little hand rising high in the air like a miniature executioner. His smacks were not as hard as his mother’s, but the humiliation was! The sting of each blow paled in comparison to the burning shame in Julia's chest. Now, a boy no older than ten was spanking her naked ass, and the crowd just kept watching, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement. Finally, the humiliation became too much to bear, and Julia's eyes welled up with hot, stinging tears as she began to cry. Matthew, however, showed no sign of stopping, his little hand continuing to rise and fall.

“Oh, spare us the tears,” the mom said, her voice as cold as ice. “You’re clearly enjoying this judging by the wetness between your legs. That definitely isn’t from water!”

Julia's cheeks flushed with shame as she realized the mom was right. Beneath the utter mortification, there had been a traitorous warmth spreading between her legs, a sensation she couldn't control or ignore. Her body had betrayed her, finding arousal in this cruel, public spectacle.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Matthew stopped, and Julia's ass was a bright, throbbing red.

“Alright,” the mom said, her voice dismissive. “I think this little girl has had enough.”

She pushed Julia off her lap, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her naked body smacked hard against the wet, grimy concrete, the impact forcing the air from her lungs. She lay there, sobbing, as the crowd continued to stare, their eyes burning into her skin.

“Let’s go, Matthew,” the mom said, standing up and brushing off her hands as if she had just completed a dirty task.

“Ok, mom,” Matthew said, giving Julia one last smirk. He held up her bikini like a trophy, taunting her with it, before they turned to leave.

Julia lay on the ground, her body wracked with sobs, the concrete digging into her flesh. The minutes ticked by like hours before she finally decided to stand up, her body aching and her spirit broken. But her ordeal was far from over. As she began to rise, rough hands grabbed at her, their fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Look at her, she has been enjoying it!” a man sneered, his eyes zeroing in on her pussy.

“Well, let’s give her what she clearly desires!” another voice chimed in, eager and hungry.

Suddenly, hands were everywhere, rubbing, grabbing, and probing. Some smacked her already swollen ass, others grabbed her boobs and twisted her nipples, and one hand pushed its way into her pussy. Julia tried to bat them away, but her arms were quickly pinned, held in place by strong, unyielding hands.

“Stop it!” she begged, her voice choked with sobs. But her pleas only seemed to spur them on, their groping and probing growing more insistent, more aggressive. Julia's struggles were futile, her body held firm by countless hands. Her pleas turned into whimpers, then moans, as a wave of unwanted arousal washed over her. She fought against it, desperately trying to suppress the rising tide of pleasure, but it was a losing battle. Her body, betraying her will, succumbed to the overwhelming sensations. Finally, she climaxed, crying out in a mixture of shame and ecstasy. The hands let go of her making her fall to the ground again. She just laid there again as the feelings subsided, the tears still flowing.

“Alright people, break it up!” a stern voice barked. Julia looked up to see two security guards pushing through the crowd. At long last, after all the naked humiliation and violation, they arrived.

“Marvin, go grab her a towel,” one of them said to the other. Then, he came and lifted Julia up off the ground.

“Are you alright, ma’am,” he asked her. Julia didn’t respond though. The other security guard then came back with the towel and wrapped it around her.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

The security guards then began escorting her towards the exit.

“I need to grab my phone and-”

But before she could finish her sentence, somebody, who had snuck up behind them, snatched the towel. The three of them whirled around to see a man laughing and running away, holding the stolen fabric.

“Hey, get back here!”

The security guards then began chasing the towel snatcher, leaving Julia naked and alone once more.

She sighed, a sound of utter defeat, and began walking towards her rental locker. Her head hung low, her feet shuffled along the grimy pavement. Every other nearby park guest just stood there eyeing her body.

Julia reached her locker and opened it, pulling out her sandals and putting them on. Then, she grabbed her phone and wallet. She left the park and began her walk home, wishing just for once that she owned a car, and brought it with, even though her place was only a half mile away. Julia continued on, keeping her head down, and ignoring the stares from other pedestrians and the honks from motorists.

She punched in the code and entered her apartment. She placed her things down, then she kicked her sandals off and headed for the bathroom. Julia drew herself a warm bath and sunk down into the water, closing her eyes and replaying the events of the day in her head, a strange sense of confusion settling over her. The day, which had started off so well, had been horrific, a violation of her boundaries and a public shaming. But beneath the layers of shame and humiliation, a flicker of something else remained. A forbidden spark of arousal, a whisper of pleasure amidst the pain, a sense of exhilaration, a feeling of having truly lived on the edge. The day was traumatic, but in a deeply hidden part of herself, Julia found a sliver of something that felt like… fun.

[Cetra]

Great story, sets her adventures up well!

[PhillyPhan321]

This was a really good story. I hope you write more!

[Horn-eman000]

Thank you! I'm trying to think of a second part for this story maybe. Let me know if you've got any ideas.

[PhillyPhan321]

Thank you! I'm trying to think of a second part for this story maybe. Let me know if you've got any ideas.

Doesn’t necessarily have to be a continuation of this specific story. I just like your writing style in general. I prefer it when a story gets to the ENF parts in about the timeframe you did.

General idea - girl gets left to stay with her Aunt or someone for the summer who lives near the beach. Girl is excited to be able to go to the beach every day during the summer until she arrives and finds out the beach/town has a rule that allows girls below age X to go to the beach nude. Which her family enforces as a rule. This rule also allows the girl to be nude on the boardwalk and when walking from the house to town. The girl is then embarrassed to walk to the beach nude with her beach stuff and the rest of her fully clothed family. This then leads to further embarrassment when other students from her school see her nude on the beach, boardwalk and around town.