He was happy to grant her that wish and he sped up and slowed down with the rhythm of her body. He made circles with his tongue and rubbed and flicked her clit with more force. He even took a moment and sucked on her clit. He watched as goosebumps sprang up all over her body. He stepped back once again and wiped his face off on his loose shirt that sat on the floor and began to stroke himself again to make sure he was completely hard for her before inserting.
She looked back over her shoulder just as Brandon took the step forward and slid inside her. She gasped when he inserted himself into her and yelped slightly for the first few thrusts. Brandon reached forward with one hand and grabbed her boob as it bounced with each move. His fingers formed around it and she moaned loudly the more he fondled and played with it.
He felt that she was getting close because with each move she was getting higher and higher pitched. With his other hand he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back, causing her to moan even louder.
He took the opportunity to spank her. So he let go of her hair and with his now free hand he slapped her across the ass and watched as she threw her head back and moaned. He slapped her again and she moaned loudly. Once more and she screamed out for him to hit her harder. He released the tit and leaned back so that he had a better angle and began to spank her hard, his dick still thrusting inside her. She screamed out his name and they both shuddered as they came in unison.
Brandon pulled out and sat on the floor next to the couch as Ashley laid down and stretched out on the couch. She let her hand hang over the side and Brandon reached up and grabbed it. They both fell asleep like that, fingers intertwined.
****
For the next week while the circus was in town, Brandon spent all of his time in or around the circus fairgrounds with Ashley. He was introduced to the other women in her troupe, all of whom seemed to have either heard first hand or through the grapevine that the two of them were creating a ruckus in Ashley’s trailer when she didn’t need to be somewhere with other people from the circus. They were all nice though and seemed to act like mothers to Ashley.
Brandon even met other members of the circus, from the strongman to the clowns. Ashley insisted that he meet the clowns, even after he explained his fear of them. She assured him that they were nice guys, but as soon as he got there his fears were only confirmed. Ashley had warned them that Brandon scared easily and they took full advantage of that knowledge and teased him ruthlessly. However, Brandon knew that it was all in good fun and he moved on.
But, as the end of the week approached Brandon and Ashley very clearly avoided talking about what would happen when the circus would move on to the next town. Brandon had thought about it on his own and considered how his parents would respond if he decided to drop out of college at this point and join the circus. He had always played by the rules and maybe this was his chance to break out.
However, he didn’t have any special skills and couldn’t see where he would fit in with a circus. He had grown up in an incredibly white collar family, and like everyone said, he was destined for politics. There is no way his personality could fit within that environment. So, on the last night of the circus being in town, Brandon decided to bring up their future over dinner.
The two of them sat atop a hill that overlooked the circus and then ate sandwiches they had bought from the store and shared a bottle of white wine. They didn’t have the budget for glasses, so they just passed the bottle back and forth between the two of them. The sun was setting and Brandon knew that it was now or never.
“So, what are we and where do we go from here?” Ashley looked at him and sighed heavily. She passed him the bottle of wine and laid back, resting her sandwich on her chest. She stared off into the distance for a while and finally she responded as Brandon waited.
“I don’t know, Brandon. I really like you, but I don’t belong here in this city and you don’t belong in a circus.” She takes a bite of the sandwich and reached for the wine. “It’s what made this so fun and adventurous. This would never happen in any other time or place. We both knew that, didn’t we?” She took a pull from the wine bottle and handed it back. He took a swig and set it down in the basket.
“So you just want to cut it off? Once you leave you’re gone and I never see or hear from you again?” Brandon stood up and started to pull the leaves off of a nearby tree, a nervous habit he had to fidget. Ashley didn’t stand up, but she sat and watched him tear at the leaves. She found it almost endearing that he was getting so worked up over a romance that only lasted a few days.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know how well it would work if we tried to stay in contact. I mean, I’m constantly moving and don’t have the money to keep a cellphone.” Brandon tossed the bits of the leaf up into the passing breeze and watched as they fluttered away down the hillside.
“I suppose that’s true. And I’ll go off to college again and who knows, maybe I’ll meet somebody. I wouldn’t want to hurt you by doing anything stupid.” Ashley laughed and sat back up, grabbing the wine out of the basket where Brandon had left it.
“You’re never going to find a girl like me, Brandon.” He turned around and walked back towards her. He grabbed the bottle out of her hand and pushed her over with his foot. She fell onto her side and he began to roll her down the hill, they both laughed the entire way down. Once they reached the bottom, one of the other dancers ran up to Ashley and told her they had to start tearing down to leave. She apologized to Brandon and left to go help. Ashley stood up and looked at Brandon, who was beginning to walk back up the hill to collect the picnic, his head hung low.
She chased after him and embraced him from the back, wrapping her arms all the way around him. He could feel tears beginning to dampen his back and he could hear her slightly crying. He held back his own tears and turned around, hugging her in return. It was muffled through the clothes and the sobs, but he thought he heard her say, “I love you.” He kissed her head and let her go. She slowly walked away and he waved at her as she turned. He couldn’t help but feel like there was more he should do.
****
After driving home that evening Brandon couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting her leave without nailing down some way of staying in touch. He got back to his room, finished the wine, and felt himself beginning to fall asleep. But as his eyes closed he couldn’t help but see her face. He would wake up every time to find that nearly no time had passed, and he tried countless times to get her out of his head.
At about 4am he decided that he needed to go and make an appeal to her, that he had to convince her to give them a chance. He would get there before they left and make a big dramatic scene in front of everyone. If he didn’t, then he knew that he, and possibly she, would live in regret, always wondering “What If?” So, he threw on the first pair of pants and shirt he could find and ran out of his house to his car.
The streets were empty at this point so he sped through the side streets of the small town towards the park where the circus was as fast as he could. It took him roughly fifteen minutes to get there and as he pulled up, he noticed the distinct lack of cars or trucks. He pulled through the empty parking lot and looked over the field, which, just hours ago was full of life and hope. But now, it was an empty, grass trampled wasteland.
He got out of his car and walked toward the board where there was still a sign for the circus pinned to it. Brandon walked up and unfastened the pins, folded it, and put it into his back pocket. There had to be something he could do. Anything.
****
After Ashley left with the circus he did everything he could to make sure that for the rest of the summer, there was a letter that would be waiting for her at each of the stops. However, his prediction had been right and when he left and went back to school, while out with friends at a local bar he met a girl. Ashley was right, she was no Ashley, but she was exactly what Brandon needed and Brandon was exactly what she needed.
They fell in love and Brandon followed the path that was written for him in the stars. He attended Law School in New York City, and five years later found himself in his old home town, married to a pregnant wife, living in his childhood home that he bought from his parents when they retired to Florida. However, not everything went as planned.
Two weeks shy of her due date his wife began to have complications and the doctor pushed for them to induce early. Brandon didn’t like to think about this time in his life very frequently, because his wife died tragically in childbirth. For the next few years he lived off of the nest egg that his parents and he had built and he raised his daughter. When she was seven years old he decided to return to politics.
Which is how, fifteen years later, Brandon found himself a widowed father, running for governor, walking through the same circus he had spent one weekend back in his childhood, with his seven year old daughter. He walked her through all of the tents that he remembered and search for faces that he could recognize, but nearly every face seemed too young to be people that he would remember.
They finally happened upon a tent in which a young boy, who was probably in his early teens, was performing acrobatics. He was incredibly talented and the crowd “oo’d” and “aw’d” as he vaulted from pole to pole and balanced objects as he bent over backwards and contorted his body. However, there was something about the boy that threw him off. He recognized him, but couldn’t decide how he knew him. That was when his daughter began to see the resemblance and looked back and forth between the boy and her father.
“Daddy, that looks like you from when you were little.” Brandon froze and felt the color drain from his face as all of the sexual climaxes came rushing back to him. For the entirety of the time they were there he realized that he never wore protection and never pulled out. They were always so wrapped up, pun intended, in emotions that it never got brought up. Every time they had fucked, he came inside her. He stared at the boy, eyes wide in panic. He looked over at his daughter who sat, looking confused.
“He does, doesn’t he?” He could feel a cold sweat break out on his forehead. “He’s a handsome kid, huh?” The little girl glanced over and smiled. “No, no. He’s not handsome, he’s gross.” He shook his head and stuck out his tongue making a “bleh” noise. His daughter looked confused, but laughed. A few minutes passed in silence and the young boy’s routine finished. While the rest of the audience applauded, Brandon stood up and ushered his daughter out of the tent. He realized that he was following the exact same motions all those years before. Except this time when he turned, looking for the boy, he didn’t run into dancers, he ran into Ashley.
“Brandon?” She lunged at him, embracing him forcefully. Suzy took a step back, once again thrown for a loop and just then the young acrobat ducked underneath the tent and stumbled upon the same scene. The two children looked at each and back at their parents. Suzy stepped forward and held out her hand.
“Great performance, my dad really liked it. So did I.” The little boy took her hand and they shook. With her words though, Brandon and Ashley broke away from their embrace. Fifteen years roughly had passed and yet it felt as if it were yesterday for the both of them. They stared longingly into each other’s eyes and the little boy spoke up.
“Mom, care to introduce me?” Ashley broke eye contact and awkwardly tried to introduce Brandon. Brandon had pieced it together by this point and was perplexed by how she was going to proceed. He watched her struggle for a moment, and his politician self jumped in to save the day. He kneeled so that he was level with him and held out his hand, just like Suzy.
“Hello, my name is Brandon. I’m an old...friend of your mother’s. And this is my daughter, Suzy.” He accepted the handshake and Brandon was pleased to see that the handshake was firm.
“My name is Sammy, nice to meet you both.” Brandon’s jaw clenched and he stood back up. He looked towards Ashley who stood with a smile on her face. Brandon smiled back at her and reached out to her once more. He stood, with his arm around her waist for a moment and turned his attention to his daughter.
“Suzy, this is my good friend Ashley. I haven’t seen her in a very long time.” He looked up at Ashley who still had a smile planted on her face. “I missed her very much though and I’m glad she’s back.”
****
The two families, Brandon with Suzy and Ashley with Sammy, went out to grab lunch together and spent the rest of the day hanging out around the circus. As the night neared to an end, Brandon spoke up and surprised both himself and everyone else.
“Why sleep in that cramped trailer tonight? Why not come back and sleep at our house. We have spare rooms for you both.” Both Sammy and Suzy looked at their respective parents with contempt, but Ashley responded before looking at Sammy.
“We would love to, that’s so kind.” Ashley and Brandon both smiled and laughed at one another while their children looked at each other. Suzy stared at Sammy intently and contemplated what was going on. Sammy though, seemed to have an idea of what was happening.
“Hey, mom, when was the last time you were here?” Sammy looked up at her while they all began to walk towards Brandon’s car and she absentmindedly answered without thinking.
“Ten, maybe fifteen years ago at this point. I still remember,” her voice trailed off and she quickly looked at Brandon, who was trying to look suspicious. “Now that I think about it, closer to twenty. Definitely twenty years.” Sammy nodded his head skeptically and the four of them walk to the car.
****
After arriving at the house late, Brandon went and helped Suzy get ready for bed, and Ashley got Sammy set up in the guest room. He asked if she would be sleeping in the guest room with him, and she replied that she may decide to sleep on the couch, but she hadn’t decided yet. She would need to see the couch.
By the time she came downstairs, Brandon was already waiting for her with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. She took the bottle from him and looked at the label. She didn’t know how he had even remembered, but he had gotten the same bottle of wine that they had shared the last time they were together.
“I hope this isn’t a sign of what we’re going to discuss,” she said jokingly. He laughed and handed her a glass. She took it and looked at it. “We didn’t use glasses then, why use them now?” Brandon laughed again and took it back, placing it on the counter. He motioned for her to make her way to the couch.
“I can’t tell you how fantastic it is to see you.” He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. She giggled and sat down, but tossed her legs over his own. He once again, just like when they first met, began to massage and caress her legs. “It’s been too long. But not long enough for the feelings I have for you, to fade.”
“Brandon, you have a child, where is your wife?” Brandon held up his hand and revealed there was no ring. She apologized and grabbed the bottle of wine, taking a swig. She handed it back to him.
“We’re here to celebrate, there’s no need to talk about the past.” Ashley leaned forward and kissed him.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t remember the past fondly.”
****
The night was a blur, but from what Brandon could remember, Ashley’s ass had somehow become better with age. They sat on the couch and watched television, and finished the bottle of wine together. After their bottle of wine, they barely made their way back to the bedroom before Ashley found herself naked and sitting on his face.
Her pussy was perfect and tasted as fantastic as Brandon remembered. She rubbed her clit on his chin as his tongue penetrated her. Every time she would begin to moan Brandon would hold his hands up for her to bite down on. Her lips sucked on his fingers until she couldn’t bear it. His tongue flicked inside of her and with his free hand that wasn’t being nibbled on, he reached up and grabbed ahold of her tit.
When she couldn’t stand being quiet she allowed herself to fall and they 69’d, her mouth forming perfectly around his dick. It was
almost as if no time had passed for the two of them as they made love like they were 21 again. She took his dick deep into her throat and Brandon continued to eat her out, now sliding his fingers inside her as he licked and lapped at her pussy.
After a few minutes of eating each other out, Ashley’s head bobbing on Brandon’s dick he rolled her over onto her back and mounted her. Her breasts seemed almost more youthful than they had back when they were together for that fateful few days and he leaned down to suckle at them. His tongue teased at her nipples and she grabbed his hair, her fingers getting tangled in the curls of his hair.
He sat up and slowly slid her legs apart so that he could have a better angle. He held her legs up, near his shoulders and, with a free hand, slid his dick inside her. Fifteen years had passed, and like a fine wine, it only made the sex better. He slowly thrusted inside her until she was moaning quietly and he grunted with each stroke. He utilized the entirety of his dick and even reached down with his free hand to rub her clit while he slid further and further inside her.
His dick began to throb inside her and he leaned down, bending her legs down with him and kissed her. He felt her body quivering beneath him and both of them laughed at how quickly they had cum. Ashley reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down into the bed. She positioned herself so that she was resting inside his arms, and just like before, they fell asleep, hands intertwined.
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