The circus is a sinful place. That was what my parents always told me anyway. That's where drifters and other unclean souls gathered. The circus is dirty, shows too much skin and mistreats God's creatures. No good Christian would be caught dead in such a place. So of course I couldn't wait to see one.
I bided my time knowing once I turned eighteen they would have no other say in the matter. Something happened that summer that changed my plans and my life forever. A brand new kind of circus began touring the country. It was known simply as Nu, which I learned latter was French for nude. It was being billed as an adults only circus.
I almost fell out of my chair when I read they were performing one town over. The best part was it was the day after my birthday. Happy birthday to me.
I waited till the last night so my parents would think they'd won the battle. After they went off to bed I crept out and drove over to the next town where Nu awaited. The show was housed in a large outdoor tent like any good circus should be. Of course this was no good circus. The tent wasn't bright and colorful. The whole thing was done in a single color: nude.
Sexy women in skimpy and feathery Vegas showgirl costumes lead us to our seats. The girl who escorted me sat me down in the front row. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Enjoy the show. I know our ring-mistress will," she whispered sexually in my ear.
I gulped as she left and the lights went out. Suddenly the center spotlight turned on and I nearly jumped out of my seat. A woman had suddenly appeared right in front of me. Not just any woman mind you but a sex goddess made flesh. At least that's what I thought at the time.
Long sexy legs in heels and fishnets met powerful womanly hips and an ass that almost demanded to be grabbed with both hands. They were covered by a pair of short shorts that left little to the imagination. A shiny white corset held to her thin waist and massive breasts. If I were to guess I would say they were somewhere in the double D range. A small red leather jacket was worn over that kept open so everyone could see the two fleshy mounds trying to escape. Long wavy hair a mix of blond and brown hung down around her shoulders. A top hat sat jantidly on her head.
"Hello everybody!" She shouted, "You ready for one hell of a night? I know I am!"
Everyone cheered and hooted. It was like a roar erupted around me. The Ring-Mistress looked right at me and winked. Then the lights flickered and she was gone. Loud music began playing. Suddenly female acrobats came flying out of nowhere. What caught everyone's eyes immediately was that these women were totally naked save for full body pantyhose. The only thing tighter than their outfits was the bulge in my pants.
The women jumped off trampolines, ran up walls, hung from the ceiling by ribbons. I don't know which one I found more incredible: their bodies or what they could do with them. Too soon however the show ended and we began to pour out of the tent. I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. It was one of the performers.
"The Ring-Mistress would like a word with you."
With me?
"Oh, OK."
I followed her out behind the tent. The whole way my mind was torn between two conflicting thoughts. God that woman's ass is incredible. God they must think I'm lying about being eighteen. I'm going to have to explain it, it's going to be so embarrassing. She lead me to a small red trailer and held the door open for me. Thanking her I went inside. It was a small office with the Ring-Mistress behind the desk.
"Hello?" I asked weakly.
"Well hi there cutie," she said grinning broadly, "do you wanna sleep with me?"
"Excuse me?"
Well that was not how I saw this going.
"In every town we go to I pick some lucky audience member out of the crowd and sleep with them. This time around I want you. What do ya say?"
Oh god was this really happening?
"Sure, why the hell not."
No way I was going to let this opportunity slip past me. I mean when would this ever happen again? She smiled.
"Excellent, follow me then."
She stood up and walked out of the office. Chasing after her we passed through the busy workers closing up shop. Beyond that was a clearing with no one to be seen. Just beyond it a large red train sat on the track ready to go.
"You actually have a circus train?" I asked.
"Where else would we live?" She asked matter of factly.
I had to laugh at that one.
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that."
She lead him down the length of the train to the last car before the caboose. It was the only car to have it's own exterior entrance save for the lead one. Up a small set of stairs they climbed leading into an apartment of all things. There was beige carpeting, a kitchenette, TV, chairs, a table, everything you would find in a modest little apartment in the city. Set up against the rear wall of the car was a bed. And what a bed it was.
There was a large mattress, large enough for three or four people to sleep on or together on he thought. Large pillows sat at the head propped up against the wall. Everything was cream in color which I reckoned went with her love for the color nude. What really made the bed striking was that the four legs of this sheetless canopy bed were carved into the shapes of trees whose thin leaved branches all met in the middle with a small bird's nest on it. He had never seen a bed like it.
She took my hand and led me over to it. Gently she pushed me down on my back climbing on top of me. She started slowly teasingly kissing me on the lips. Soon I found myself kissing her right back. They stopped being gentle little pecks and we were lost in a mutual passion I never felt before. In a flurry of activity our clothes were yanked off and tossed aside. She shoved me down and mounted me like she was trying to swallow me whole with her wet pussy.
With a fierce passion she began to ride me like she was on bucking bronco. I thrusted beneath her moaning at the immense pleasure she gave me. God this amazing! Each time I came close to climaxing she would slow down and prolong our time together. Hours passed and I became lost in our love making. As she continued to ride me she sat up and pulled a wad of pantyhose from the nest atop the bed. She began wrapping some of the leggings around my chest and arms.
"What are you doing?" I panted.
"I love the feel of pantyhose against my body during sex. It makes the orgasm so much better. That's ok right?"
"Yeah, sure."
She wrapped three more pairs around me. If I hadn't been so high on the feelings she was causing in my crotch I would have noticed I couldn't move my arms anymore. She did the same to my legs. When she was done she wrapped herself around me, pulled me in close and rode me to explosive climax. Exhausted we lay there panting. Eventually her heavy breathing turned to light snoring. She had fallen asleep!
