This is my first attempt at writing erotica. My next attempt I'm sure will be better. Any comments or suggestions are more than welcome.
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I do not know what possessed me to approach her after the show. Maybe it was because a few drinks had made me a bit too social. Or perhaps it was simply that things with my girlfriend were in a bit of a lull. It could have just simply been that she was pretty cute and I hadn't gotten laid all summer. I caught her out the corner of my as I exited the circus tent stuck in the middle of the stream of people. I saw her outside the circus tent still in her skimpy red silk acrobats costume with the gold trim. Long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. She was facing away from the crowd almost out of sight with one leg up on a hay bale revealing a large portion of her smooth silky thigh. I slipped out of the crowd and walked up to her. Paranoia kicked and I realized this was a bad idea but before I could sheepishly turn back and rejoin the leaving audience she spotted me. Looking up at me with these beautiful hazel eyes I was at a loss for words as I just looked over her near perfect physique. She was a little shorter than I was and fairly thin but her body was almost chiseled. Her breasts were a little smaller than I normally go for but were quite stunning in her outfit which featured a low cut bikini style top revealing an ample amount of cleavage. She raised a curious eyebrow, expecting me to say something but I couldn't seem to find any words. Her eyes dropped to my pants and she smiled seeing a bulge that I would difficulty hiding sober. Then she battered her eyes teasingly and stared back up at my face.
"Why hello."
"Uh... oh ya hi." I reached a hand up to scratch my head. There was an awkward pause which she broke with a giggle. I adjusted my stance slightly to try and make my now raging hard on a little less obvious. "Great job in the show tonight."
She stood up still smiling at me. "Thanks." She took a step forward getting very close to me. "Let's make this a little easier for you. I'm Cassandra."
"Oh sorry. Nate. I mean I'm Nate. Or I Nathan. Uh... you can call me whatever though." I cursed my stupidity under my breath. I have never been particularly awkward around girls before but damn there was just something about this woman that gave me the speaking abilities of a 11 year old boy talking to Captain America.
"Aw. You're a cutie Whatever." She smiled revealing a set of beautiful perfect white teeth. "Care for a drink?" She pulled a flask from her belt and wiggled it seductively bringing her finger up to mouth and biting it playfully.
"Sure, uh that'd be awesome." I was too intoxicated or aroused to say no. She dragged me by my belt into the small tent behind her closing the flap behind me.
"I'm only 20." She cooed looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I hope that's okay with you. I can't have the circus police catching me with alcohol." She took a sip from the flask and held it out offering it to me. "That's good, we wouldn't want a clown cop to have to put you in the back of one of their cars. I doubt even your amazing body would fit." There was a pause as the joke was not nearly as impressive as it had been in my head before I said it. To break the silence I gave a small laugh shrugged and grabbed the flask from her. Being drunk, horny, testosterone filed manimal I was I decided this would be the time to impress her. I popped the top off with my thumb and raised it to the sky taking a large mouthful of cheap vodka nearly spitting it out all over the floor. I forced it down followed by a fit of coughing. She took a step backwards laughing at the what I'm sure was a ridiculous expression on my face. "You okay there? That was pretty impressive." She smiled seductively. "What else can you do?"
I tossed the flask off to the side the spilling the contents onto the floor. She opened her mouth to protest when I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me or lips making contact. Her eyes were wide but immediately closed when she realized what was happening as we began making out. She pulled our lips apart to begin kissing my neck and I moaned as the warm tingle of the vodka ran its way up my chest into her kisses. I think she took this as a good sign as she returned to my lips and then moved to my ear.
She licked my earlobe and whispered. "Take care of these buttons unless you want them ripped off." That was the moment I decided men's shirts had far too many buttons. My right hand immediately moved to the bottom of my shirt and quickly began the daunting task of unbuttoning. I grabbed her around the back with my left hand and pulled her body into mine. She let out a small cry as she was thrust into my body and our lips make contact again. Her tongue darted into my mouth as I finished the last button leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. She noticed and grabbed the sleeves and tugged hard almost ripping it off of my body. Smiling she pushed me onto the hay covered floor.
"See," She grinned holding my shirt in her hand. "Just like magic," and casually tossed my shirt to the side.