I walk across the large field and can see the tents growing larger as I approach. I have decided to treat myself with a trip to the circus that is in town for the week. This is not like a lot of those big city style circuses that come to arenas and the like. This is like in the old days, with the massive tents, lines of smaller tents and hundreds of people wandering along to see all the attractions. This one includes a carnival, with rides for all the children and the all too familiar sideshow.
As I walk along, listening to the bells and chimes of the rides, I reach down and take off my sandals, feeling the sun warmed grass between my toes. I am getting closer to the tents and now I can truly see their magnificence. Bright tones of red, green, yellow and blue all around and the voices of people as they “ooooh” and “aaaah” at the various sights.
I start to approach the smaller rows of tents and notice the sideshow row. Mixtures of oddities are listed on posters attached to some of the tents. Some say, “See the amazing bearded woman.” Others show, “The sword swallower.” And of course, there are, “The smallest adults you will ever see.” I wander along, looking at some of the people, watching as some laugh, some look away in shock and others just stare with a look of disbelief on their faces. I look around, taking in all around me and breathe in a huge, exhilarating breath.
I walk along between some of the tents and as I am about to round a corner, I bump into a man a bit taller than I who is built well. “Pardon me,” I say shyly, looking up at the man I just smacked right into.
“No problem at all, miss,” he replies with a grin. “To be honest, I am pleased to have bumped into such an appealing young woman as yourself.”
I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks and I look away. “Thank you for such a compliment,” I say as I slowly return my eyes to him, allowing them to trace along his arms and neck to his face. “I am not unpleased by your appearance either.” I take in his appearance and burn it to memory. He stands about four inches taller than I, has short blonde hair with a goatee and has piercing eyes. I can feel myself melting as I imagine the most impure of thoughts. I barely hear him as he asks a question.
“Might I inquire as to your name, miss?” he asks as his eyes wander over me as well.
“Most everyone calls me Red, because of my hair,” I reply, too shy to tell him my given name.
“Ah, so a nickname then,” he says, again showing the marvelous grin with slightly crooked teeth. “Very well, everyone here calls me Cannonball, because of the roll I play in the circus.”
“Are you telling me that you get shot out of a CANNON?” I ask in shock.
“Yes indeed, Red,” he says, “I do. But that’s not all I am capable of, if you catch my meaning.”
Again, the flush fills my face and I can feel its heat, but there is another area that also feels this heat. I am unsure of how to answer this, so I simply reply, “Is that so?”
“Would you like me to accompany you through the rest of the tents?” he asks, putting his arm out for me to take if that is my desire. “I have some time before I am expected to perform.”
I look into his eyes, thinking to myself that this is so unlike me, to wander with a complete stranger, especially one that is only in town for a short amount of time. I think a moment longer and I can see his eyes questioning me. I reach out and loop my arm around his, feeling the strength and warmth of it against my skin.
We wander through the swarms of people and aisles of tents, all the while him telling me about his life and how he came to be “Cannonball”. I am intrigued and drawn into his words, as though hearing them has put some sort of spell over me. Listening to his voice, as it calms and soothes me and drowns out all the chaos and noises around, almost putting me into a trance.
“Would you like to see my tent?” he asks as we walk towards a row of smaller tents along the edge of the massive area.
“Yes, I would,” I respond, knowing full well what is to come next.
He leads me to one of the small tents and pulls back one of the flaps, allowing me entrance. He comes in behind me, allowing the flap to fall closed, blocking out a good amount of the sounds from the people and machines outside. He comes up to me and places his hands upon my hips. He leans in close to me and I can feel the heat of his breath a moment before his lips touch mine. He kisses me firmly and presses his body against me. I feel my knees begin to weaken as my entire body heats up as if by electricity.
He pulls at my hips, pressing his stiffening cock against my stomach and I moan lightly against his lips as his tongue pushes through into my mouth. His hands slide down to my ass, lightly pressing his palms against the cheeks and grabbing slightly. My summer dress is light and thin and I can feel the warmth burn through the material to my skin. I moan again as his mouth moves down along my neck and begins to kiss it gently. I bring my own hands to his waist, under his shirt and then up around to his back. I let my fingernails slide carefully down his skin, lightly scratching as they trail down.
He pushes me backwards and I feel something hard behind me. There is a small desk in the tent and he reaches around behind me, dumping everything off of it. He lifts me up, placing me on it and then reaches up under my dress, looking at my eyes the entire time. I feel almost dizzy, as if the heat has somehow intoxicated me. I am not sure I want to proceed, but at the same time, my body is pulsing and screaming for pleasure.
