“I’ll be sure to tell him,” said Declan with a nod. His eyes drifted over her body, and Candace grew warm all over. She held back the giddiness in her voice as she said goodbye.
Candace phrased her statement for Declan’s younger brother, but he got the message. It wouldn’t be odd to her husband if she stole away for a few hours. Claude knew she liked to read in the guest house. It was her own little space to control, and she planned to enjoy it fully tomorrow. She could already feel her pussy starting to throb in anticipation.
Chapter 7
Declan was already there when she arrived. It was for the best. Claude had been following her every move since he’d returned home. She suspected her coolness toward him was causing him to become suspicious. Candace would deal with that later. Right now, Declan stood in front of her, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants.
“We don’t have much time,” Candace whispered to him as she closed guest-house door soundly behind her.
“I know. I saw the way your husband tried to keep you cornered inside,” Declan said as he pulled her shirt over her head.
The tank top she’d chosen fell easily to the floor. She’d opted out of a bra and panties since her intent was to prove she was lounging around at home. Her yoga pants were the next to go. Candace shimmied out of them. She was ever conscious of the way Declan’s fingers grazed her inner thighs, and the round of her hips. Her body was starting to tingle all over. She glanced out of the window of the guest house. From where she stood, she could see her husband, sitting in his usual chair facing the pool. Just a slight glance and he would see them too. Her cover would be blown.
Declan didn’t wait for her interest. His tongue swiped up one plush round of her butt cheeks and then the other. He kissed a trail up her spine, and Candace closed her eyes in the heat of his mouth. Declan spun her around in his arms. His mouth, landed on hers as he devoured the taste of her lips. Candace exhaled deeply. The two days they’d spent apart felt like the longest of her life. As Declan’s tongue pushed into her mouth, she was glad she didn’t have to wait to feel him much longer.
His cock pressed into her stomach. Candace couldn’t bring herself to continue in front of the window. She didn’t like the idea of her husband staring out. So, she took Declan’s hand and led him quietly to the first bedroom of the guest house. She closed the door behind them. Once in the secluded safety, she turned to him again. She'd been dreaming of his hard cock and the way it stretched her mouth. Dropping to her knees, Candace decided to finally have what she wanted.
She massaged his cock at first. Her hands wrapped as tightly around him as they could, and she began to stroke him up and down until he was incredibly stiff. His groans filled her ears. His brown eyes, watched as Candace licked her lips and continued to stroke his hard, and powerful cock. The heat between them swirled in smoke signals above their heads. They were both trying not to rush this, but were trapped in the realization that they didn't have all the time they wanted.
Candace stared at the perfect cock in front of her. She licked her lips, her mouth filled with saliva, watering for Declan’s rigid pounder. She pushed it passed her lips and into the lake of her mouth and throat. His moan was a shaky breath and clenched fist. Candace didn’t notice. She was lost in his salty taste and masculine smell. She sucked him into her mouth deeply. Her tongue teased the underbelly of his shaft as it skimmed the roof of her mouth. Declan groaned. He wrapped her hair around his fingers and pulled. Their eyes met as Candace lost herself in a steady rhythm of pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her mouth.
Her hands caressed his balls and his shaft as she covered them in saliva. She felt her pussy starting to drip. The wetness she’d been trying to ward off all day was now threatening to trickle down her thighs. She ignored the warning bells in her head. All of her fears about getting caught would have to wait. There was only pleasure to be had here. Candace closed her eyes and moaned as she pushed his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged on his massive tip stuffing her throat. Her tongue flickered against the sensitive base connecting to his balls. Declan swore under his breath. She felt the tension easing from his body as her work took hold. Up and down her hands worked as she wrapped her tongue around his cock. It was a flicker, a teasing lick, and a deep thrust to her throat that made him shudder.
Candace’s pussy started to quake. She was so turned on that the brush of his fingers against her shoulders as she sucked him threatened to make her come. Every nerve ending in her body screamed to life as Declan’s cock filled her mouth up. She moaned and opened her mouth wider, encouraging him to rock inside of her. Declan pushed his hips forward, then pulled them back again. He started tenderly rocking into her mouth. Every stroke into her face grew more and more intense. Candace placed her hands on his hips. She let him control completely the power with which he pounded into her throat. She would be sore after this, but she didn’t care.
Declan pulled his cock from her mouth abruptly. He walked to the edge of the bed and Candace joined him.
“If you keep that up, I’m gonna lose it,” he murmured as he lowered her into his lap.
There was a piece of a smile on his lips, but mostly there was lust in his eyes. Candace was mesmerized by the desire she saw staring at her. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he held his cock steady. Inch by inch, he filled her ravenous pussy. Her eyes fluttered as his girth stretched her once more. Candace moaned. She tilted her head back revealing her sleek throat, and Declan kissed her there. His cock filled her up. Her pussy rested against the widened base of his thick tool, and Candace started to ride him. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she rocked against his thick cock. She heard him groan, felt his mouth against her chest, and then his teeth over the buds of her hard nipples.
She traced the muscles of his shoulder with her fingertips. Her legs, held her in place as she learned the rhythms he liked. Slowly and sensually she ground her hips into his. Declan held her body close. His head rested against her shoulder as Candace moved in circular motions over him. She could feel the tension; the build-up of her pussy having waited two days to have him. She wanted more, but time wouldn’t allow for much. Candace knew she was taking a risk to be with Declan even this long, but she was greedy. She was delirious with needing another one of his magical releases.
Candace started to bounce up and down on Declan’s cock. He placed his hands on her hips, and began to guide her in fluid motions that rocked them both. She moaned, and he grunted. She whispered his name, and he murmured hers. Their bodies were locked together with such force that the perfect suction was created with each lift and downward thrust. Candace dug her nails into his shoulders as her need grew too great to control.
She gave into the driving force of her body and the desire it screamed at her. Their bodies clapped together as she rode him hard. Their thighs rubbed as she lifted then pounded back down over his cock. The echoes of their jiggered breaths clouded the room. Candace, felt herself growing weightless. She didn’t have the strength to hold back the raging climax that was building within her. The tighter she clenched around Declan’s cock, the more muffled his voice. They were at an impasse, but neither of them was ready for it to end.
Finally, their need was too great. Candace was the first to come. Her calculated riding grew more wild and unpredictable as her hips banged into Declan’s lap. His cock never missed its mark. She rode him until the waves of her orgasm made it impossible for her to control even the slightest of her movements. Then, it was his hands guiding her again. The slapping of their bodies resulted into an explosive end as Declan poured his hot and sticky seed into Candace’s pussy. She forgot where they were, and lost herself in the sounds of his grunts as every drop squeezed from his body.
A door down the hallway opened then closed again. Declan and Candace froze, not sure of what they were hearing. Then footsteps. In a scramble, Candace lifted herself from Declan’s lap. They searched for something, anything he could put on, and finally foun
d a pair of shorts her son had left behind in a drawer. Declan pulled them on as Candace opened the window. A knock on the door to the bedroom they were in sent her into a panic.
“Candy? Are you in there?”
“Yeah, Claude, just give me a minute.”
Candace scrambled, trying to figure out what she could do to cover her tracks. Declan, kissed her briefly before she pushed the stud out of the window and watched him creep as fast as he could toward the wall connecting their homes. Candace's eyes fell on the entertainment center, there was porn in here somewhere. She wasn’t sure where or what kind it was, but she had to give herself plausible deniability.
“What are you doing? Why is the door locked?” Claude's voice dropped.
She could almost see his mind reeling with ideas. He would never know how close he was. Candace pulled on a shirt and opened the door. She hoped her breath wasn’t too crazy - or her hair. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm, and she was wearing a goofy smile she couldn't take off of her face.
“What are you doing in here?” Claude asked as he eyed her suspiciously.
He looked at the tussled bed, the open window, and the tv screen playing silently behind her. The scene of a sexy redhead, face down being pounded by a muscular dark haired man, played on.
“I was taking some personal time,” Candace admitted. It was true, just not all true.
“I can see that,” said Claude with a grin, “It doesn’t look like you were here alone.”
“I just got a little overzealous,” said Candace as she walked toward the bathroom. She could feel the sliding of Declan’s cum down her inner thigh. As much as she hated to, she had to shower and get his scent off of her immediately.
Behind her, Claude checked the closet. Candace turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray before the water even got warm. Claude followed her in. His eyes studied the firmness of her skin until he was satisfied there were no marks. Candace was happy that her body didn’t betray her.
“You want some company in there?” Claude asked.
Candace's head snapped in his direction. He hadn’t joined her in a shower in years, but there was something extra in his eyes now. It was a look she'd been anxious to see. She thought of how only minutes earlier, she’d had the neighbor in her pussy, and now her husband was looking for a shot. She watched as his eyes took in her breast and hips. She thought of the last time they’d spontaneously been together. Maybe her little fling was having more of an effect than she’d believed it would. It caused her husband to look at her like he used to.
Candace nodded her head yes. As Claude undressed, she showered washing Declan’s scent from her skin. She’d never been with two men on the same day, and now she would have her cake and eat it too. This summer was changing everything.
THE END
Gimme Sugar
Chapter 1
Lisa sat opposite yet another date she’d met online, wondering how in the hell she had gotten herself into such a situation - yet again! She looked around the restaurant. Where is the waitress? Desperate, Lisa wished for her to reappear and finally clear their table after the appetizers she’d gulped down soon after realizing that her date’s online profile picture, like her own, was at least a decade younger than in real life.
As the waitress arrived, Richard, her semi-retired date - whatever that means - made sure to get a good view of her perfect peach bottom in a not so subtle way. He was from the decade where it was acceptable to objectify any pretty girl walking by; one of those men who often said, “They can vote now, what more do these lesbian feminist gals want?”
Lisa despised him and men like him. Men like Richard were the reason that she had remained a virgin all these years. And with her fortieth birthday only a few weeks away, she had become anxious. Who’d ever thought she’d be a forty-year-old virgin? Hence the internet dating.
The waitress cleared their plates. “Can I get you guys another drink while you wait for your mains?”
“No thank you,” said Lisa. “I’m still drinking mine.”
“Well I’m not,” said Richard with a cheeky Jack Nicholson grin on his face. “I think I’ll have another beer and seeing as I’m not driving tonight, how about a shot of tequila to go with it?”
“A man who likes to live on the edge,” said the waitress, “I like that in a man.”
Christ he’s old enough to be your father. Scratch that. He’s old enough to be your grandfather, Lisa thought to herself as she watched Richard stroke his mustache and blatantly flirt with the twenty-something-year-old girl whose desperation for tips meant that she laughed at the end of every one of Richard’s sentences, even the non-jokes. Fuck this. I’m desperate but not this desperate. With that, Lisa stood up, grabbed her purse and made her dramatic exit without uttering a single word.
Thank God she’d brought her own car! As she entered her brand new Lexus, she reached for her smart-phone and deleted every dating app that she had put on there in the past few months. Perhaps I’m just meant to die a lonely virgin she thought as she stabbed her finger on the ignition button and revved away into the black moonlit night towards the closest bar. I need a drink!
Chapter 2
Lisa walked across the wooden floor of the dingy old pub and made her way to the bar. Clearly, it was a dive, but it was open, she’d found parking, and now she was here. She felt the glares of the local patrons as she marched over to the only available seat. She was far too overdressed for her surroundings, but she didn’t care. As long as there was alcohol, the place was perfect.
“Whiskey, neat” she said to the sour-faced barmaid as she hoisted herself onto the bar-stool. The barmaid nodded, picked up a glass and opened the bottle. Before she could pour Lisa interrupted, “Do you have a drinks menu or anything other than Jack Daniels?”
“Look around your highness, where do you think that you are? This is a pub, not a fancy member’s only club. It’s JD or nothing I’m afraid.”
Through gritted teeth Lisa said, “JD sounds perfect.”
“Any ice?” said the barmaid.
“No,” said Lisa, slightly irritated, “No ice, just neat.”
“Neat?”
“It means no ice.”
“Oh right,” said the barmaid. “Why didn’t you just say that then? There’s no need to be fancy around here. Look around you. The only thing fancy about this place is you, and that’s not a compliment. That’s just to say that this place is an absolute shit hole.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Lisa uttered under her breath.
“Like everyman I ever fucked used to say,” said the barmaid, “if you lower your expectations love, you won’t be disappointed.”
“Right,” said Lisa. “Thanks for the advice. Can I order a double please?”
“Coming right up your highness.”
The barmaid proceeded to pour the drink and placed it in front of Lisa. “That’ll be $4.75.”
“Can I open a tab?” said Lisa.
“Sorry, don’t do tabs. Not anymore.”
“Do you take cards?”
“Not unless you are spending more that ten bucks at a time.”
“Okay. Is there a cash machine around here?” asked Lisa.
“There’s one next to the slot machine by the door but it charges,” said the barmaid.
“Of course it does,” said Lisa under her breath as she rose to her feet. “I’ll be back.”
“So you still want the whiskey?” asked the barmaid.
“Yes,” Lisa replied. “In fact, make it two double whiskeys and I’ll be back to pay for the drinks in two minutes.”
*
Lisa returned to the bar to find that a handsome silver-fox in a leather smoking jacket and a thick Irish accent had taken her seat and had helped himself to one of her drinks.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “Whiskey happens to be my favourite. And, yes, I am the stereotypical Irishman.” He grinned, revealing boyish dimples. Despite his finely lined f
ace and grey hair, he obviously still knew how to charm the fairer sex with his nonchalant attitude and boy-band smile.
If Lisa wasn’t so attracted to both his looks and his cocky personality, she’d be offended. Instead she took a seat next to him at the bar and began to nurse the second glass of whiskey.
“You owe me a drink,” she said as she sipped.
“No,” said the Irishman. “I paid for these so I believe that you owe me a drink.”
“It looks like I do," said Lisa, in the most seductive voice she could muster.
“So, what’s a single girl like you doing in a place like this?” the Irishman asked.
“What makes you think that I’m single?” She batted her eyes as she sipped on her drink once more.
“No wedding ring. No light line on your finger. So you are not recently divorced.” He looked her up and down, like a cop would a potential suspect.
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