I'd like to thank My girl fireinnereyes as always. She is My muse and My reason for reason. These stories are directly from her inspiration.
The carnival had come to town. There was always electricity in the air when the big trucks rolled into the empty field by the high school and started pulling out the machinery. People would gather around and watch the rides go up, the midway booths assembled and the carnies working and sweating in the hot sun. It seemed that every pretty single girl in town showed up to see their hard bodies glistening and listen to them bark at each other in an almost foreign language laced with profanity. Needless to say, there was a lot of giggling and blushing. If one looked carefully at the women gathered around the set up site they would notice that there were quite a few young wives with their diamond and gold rings flashing who seemed even hungrier than the single girls.
The man running the set up crew moved quietly and assuredly through the mayhem that is a carnival on the road. A nod here a pointed finger there and a few whispered words and like magic the rides began to grow from the ground. His men laughed and cursed and sang and posed for the pretty girls. There'd be a couple of broken hearts before they left town. They were here for a week.
A dark haired beauty with fiery hazel eyes watched from the shadow of a big elm tree. She had been coming to watch the carnival every year since she'd been in high school and just like the younger girls was constantly aroused by the strength and casual manner of the carnies. Every young girl has dreams of running away with the carnival as do most young men.
The boss scanned the crowd of girls, they'd been on the road for almost the entire season now, there wasn't much time left before they'd be back in headquarters for the winter. He'd been relatively low key this year and felt the urge to let off a little steam. He was about to turn back to the construction when he noticed the girl under the tree. She was watching the men avidly and had that look that they all recognized. She needed fucking, hard, rough and fast. She looked in his direction and their eyes met for just a second. Hers dropped to the ground and a blush beamed out from under the shade of the tree that lit up the shadows.
He chuckled under his breath, then stripped his shirt off and joined the men putting up the ticket booths at the entrance to the carnival.
She watched from under her eyelids, feeling surprisingly a twitter. Something about this man seemed to reach out and grab her and she was shocked to find her nipples hard and sensitive. She groaned as she turned and her bra dragged across them. "Good lord, I'm not a schoolgirl," she whispered to herself.
She walked slowly to her car, noticing a dampness between her legs that she hadn't felt in months. She shook her head trying to get the image of the man out of her brain, but she kept seeing his strong muscles, scarred and scored in a dozen different places. His hands were large and strong, but strangely sensitive looking. He would touch her in places she didn't know she had, she thought to herself. As she slid in behind the steering wheel she sighed. It was time to go home and fix dinner, chicken again.
The man watched her go, his eyes following her carefully as she climbed into the SUV, "nice car," he thought. She must have money; those foreign trucks didn't come cheap. His mind drifted a bit and he thought of her pinned beneath him in the back of the truck, his cock slamming in and out of her little suburban housewife cunt, listening to her moan and scream as he fucked her the way a real man should. He chuckled; the bitch would walk bowlegged for a week if he got his hands on her. As her truck pulled away from the parking lot, he too sighed, "you're a lucky little slut lady, I had some real plans for you."
That evening the crew sat around after dinner and drank whisky and swapped war stories. The boss watched his men; they were a good crew and worked hard. There were men who'd been with him on and off for the last 10 years and there was the handful of youngsters and recent additions. It was a highly transient business and there was always someone in each town they went through that wanted a job or was fleeing the local authorities or the wife. No one looked real close at carnies, they didn't do drug testing or run background checks.
Finally the man rose, "okay boys you have a good evening and don't let your party get in the way of getting up in the morning. I'm gonna turn in."
He walked to his trailer and climbed inside. He lay down and stared at the ceiling for a while but for some reason the woman who he had seen earlier kept floating across his consciousness. He rose again, went out started his Harley, and then drove into town.
On the edge of town he noticed a small saloon, wheeling into the parking lot he saw an SUV that looked familiar. His eyes narrowed, he'd probably already had too much to drink and if the woman was here it could spell trouble, "Fuckem," he thought, and pushed through the door into a comfortable little bar. The lights weren't too bright, but you could see who you were talking to and Cream's Tales of Brave Ulysses was playing on the jukebox.
He strolled over to the bar and sat on a stool at the end. He pulled his hat down over his eyes, pulled out a bowie knife he kept strapped in his boot and a piece of wood and started to whittle. His eyes searched the room slowly and methodically, but he still felt her gaze before he met her eyes. The contact was almost tangible, her eyes and his locking across the room, a crooked grin sliding over his face and her eyes turning down, lashes covering the green gems while a blush crept over her when she noticed that he knew she had been looking.
Again, her nipples were instantly hard. Her pussy heated and moistened and her breathing shortened as he kept his steady gaze on her. She saw the waitress walk over to him at the bar, her hips rocking slowly from side to side, a look on her face that said she wanted to eat this man alive. For some reason she felt angry, as if the waitress were treading on her property. When the man turned his attention to the waitress with a sideways look at her, she almost choked.
The carnie talked with the waitress for a few minutes, laughing at a joke she made, placing his hand on her hip and whispering something in her ear. She giggled and pretended to be shocked but moved closer to the man and whispered something back. His eyes widened and then strangely turned a deep, disturbing blue.
In the booth, the woman from the parking lot watched, unable to tear her eyes from the waitress and the man. She noticed how seductive he was, the way his body moved like a tiger stalking prey, the way he controlled the conversation, and the way the waitress seemed to alter from a self-assured woman of the world to a giggly young girl captivated by his charm. The woman felt jealousy gnaw at her. How dare he tease her with those eyes and then turn away to play with a flighty cocktail waitress? Finally, convincing herself that she had been slighted she rose in a huff from the booth and sped towards the door. Just before she made it across the room her heel snapped and she tumbled to the floor at the man's feet. "Oh my god, look at me, I must look like a fool," she thought to herself.
