One Night

by Sydney Canyon

  Candy slowly pulled her finger away and pressed her lips to Caylen's. Their tongues jousted for position as they kissed passionately. Caylen heard a faint moan escape Candy's mouth as she wrapped her arms around her, running her hands over her tight ass. Caylen walked Candy backwards until she was against the wall.

  "I want you," Candy said running her hands under Caylen's t-shirt to feel the silky smooth skin of her flat stomach, then her breasts. She found two taut nipples begging to be squeezed. Caylen reached between them unbuttoning Candy's jeans and sliding the zipper down. She found the same black thong when she pressed her fingers against Candy's throbbing clit.

  "God, that feels good…" Candy breathed into Caylen's ear before meeting her lips once again. Their hunger for each other was barely touched as they began pulling off layers of each other's clothing. Caylen admired the nude body that stood in front of her.

  "You're beautiful." She said smiling with lustful eyes.

  "I want your hands on me," Candy said as she followed Caylen onto the king-size bed. "I want you inside of me."

  Caylen rolled Candy onto her back and began running her tongue across her collar bone, trailing sensual kisses, working her way lower. She stopped at the full breasts demanding her attention. She licked delicately around both areolas, careful not to touch the aching nipples. Candy's hips rose against her. Caylen slid her hand between their bodies, gradually running her fingers around Candy's sensitive hard clit, careful not to touch it as she continued doing the same thing with her tongue on Candy's breasts.

  "Baby you're driving me crazy…go inside me…" Candy's voice was altered by her ragged breathing.

  Caylen knew she was close, but she wasn't ready to push her over the edge. She pulled her hand to the side of Candy's thigh and moved up enough to kiss her once more. Candy wrapped her arms around Caylen, running her fingers through her short hair. Candy caressed Caylen's tongue, kissing her tenderly as if she were trying to make herself come from the kiss. Caylen broke the kiss. Looking down into the gray eyes staring up at her she could see the desire burning at the surface. She bent her head to kiss her soft lips once more. Moving her hand back to the slick wet center between Candy's legs, she entered her easily with two fingers.

  "Ah…" Candy gasped and held her breath when she felt Caylen move gently in and out of her going deeper with every stroke. Candy thrust her hips up to meet her hand as she tugged lightly on Caylen's hair. "Yes, baby…"

  Caylen stroked her fingers in and out of her, mimicking the action with her tongue as she kissed the beautiful woman under her. She felt the rush of warmth as the muscles tightened and began to spasm around her fingers when Candy's body finally gave into the pleasure. Caylen stayed inside of her as she continued kissing her passionately. Their lips stayed in contact as their tongues tasted each other over and over. Caylen could feel the wetness between her own legs as she slid herself over Candy's muscled thigh.

  "Mmm…" Candy smiled, rolling Caylen onto her back. "I've wanted my hands on you since the moment I saw you," Candy said, pressing her mouth to one of Caylen's breasts, sucking the hard nipple. She circled Caylen's clit making sure to press down firmly teasing every other stroke.

  "That feels good," Caylen rasped, pushing her hips up into Candy's hand urging her further.

  "Is this what you want?" Candy teased as she slid two fingers inside of Caylen and quickly pulled them back out to circle her clit a few more times.

  "Yes!…Candy don't stop…" Caylen wasn't usually one to beg, but this woman was driving her crazy.

  Candy moved up slightly to whisper in her ear. "Tanner. My name's really Tanner."

  Caylen barely comprehended what the woman was saying. Her nerves were on fire and her body was hanging over the edge. She looked longingly into the gray eyes staring down at her. "Make me come…Tanner."

  They never broke eye contact as Tanner slid her fingers back inside of Caylen, hungrily working them in and out as the walls around them quickly tightened. She pressed her thumb against Caylen's throbbing clit at the same time.

  "God yes!" Caylen felt her nails rake up Tanner's back and into the soft hair that was hanging against her face. She was glad she kept her nails really short, otherwise she would've left serious marks on Tanner's back as her body twitched with the end of her orgasm.

  Caylen was still extremely aroused. She moved from under Tanner, pushing her onto her stomach as she ran her tongue over the silky smooth skin covering the hard muscles of her back and shoulders. She spread Tanner's legs and entered her from behind when she felt the wetness against her finger tips.

  "Mmmm…" Tanner said raising her ass slightly in the air so Caylen could go deeper. "God, you feel so good inside of me."

  Caylen slowed her pace and pulled out before Tanner could let go. She rolled her back over so they were facing each other once again. Tanner pushed Caylen down and straddled her stomach, pressing her wet clit against Caylen's warm skin. Caylen quickly put her thumb against the hard mound and began circling it firmly as Tanner rocked against her.

  Tanner moved her hand back behind her to reach Caylen's clit, following her motion when she felt Caylen's hips lift off the bed. They rubbed circles of various speeds and firmness in unison until Tanner's body stiffened.

  "I'm coming baby…oh God yes!" Tanner spared nothing as she slid her wetness all over Caylen's stomach.

  "You feel so good, Tanner." Caylen felt herself shudder and release as a tiny puddle formed underneath her.

  They collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep with no more words spoken. It was the first time Caylen let herself cuddle with someone in close to two years.

  ~

  At five-thirty, Caylen extracted herself from Tanner's warm body to take a shower and head to the airport. She was gone from the hotel by six and her flight took off at eight. She was halfway home by the time Tanner awoke to a cold bed and a hand scribbled note.

  Tanner,

  I'm sorry I wasn't there to see your beautiful eyes when you woke up. I had a wonderful time with you. Take care of yourself. I'll never forget you.

  Always,

  C.J.

  Tanner showered quickly. It wasn't the first time she'd had a one night stand, and probably not the last. She folded the handwritten note on hotel stationary and shoved it in the pocket of her jeans as she brushed a lone tear off of her cheek. At least there were no bills laying on the nightstand.

  Three

  Caylen sat at the oval table with her Uncle Herb as they went through a conference call meeting with Roger Kent and his VP. Kent Petroleum Company had been very pleased with their decision to let JFC handle all of their financial investments. Now, they were simply going over a list of stocks and mutual funds that Roger Kent wanted to investment money in on top of the initial list he had already given Caylen two weeks prior when she met with him in Houston.

  As soon as the call was over, Herb sat back in his chair with his hands folded in front of him. He looked a lot like her father. She had her father's facial features and light brown hair, but she was blessed with her mother's blue eyes.

  "You damn sure made an impression on that man." The corner of Herb's mouth turned up in a smile. "I've been after him for years. How did you do it?"

  "It's called tits and ass, Uncle Herb," Caylen said seriously. She laughed when her uncle looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I took him to a strip club and let him burn a hole in my entertainment fund for this month. But, honestly we had the deal finished and signed before we even left for dinner." She shrugged. "Maybe he just likes the way I do business. Plus, I laid everything out in PowerPoint and Excel for him."

  "That must've taken a while," he said.

  "Yeah, no kidding. Our meeting lasted probably four hours, but in the end he saw what he was looking for and now we have a multi-million dollar investment plan for him." She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.

  "It's Friday, kid, what do you have planned this weekend?"

  "Not a whole lot. My condo is a mes
s and the Bentley needs a bath. It's starting to look gray instead of black." She snickered. "Dad would be pissed if he saw it looking like that."

  "That couldn't be a truer statement. Aunt Vivian's making some kind of new dish tomorrow and asked me to invite you since she constantly complains about never seeing you anymore. She actually yelled at me the other day for sending you to Houston." He shook his head. "I swear I think she spends too much time in a kitchen. The heat is starting to get to her or something." He laughed. Vivian, his wife of thirty-five years, was a cookbook writer and had an industrial kitchen in her large house so that she could personally tweak each and every recipe before it was put into a book. So far, she'd published twenty books over the years with various cooking styles and concepts and had been asked numerous times to appear on TV shows to cook her recipes.

  "You better never let her hear you say that. She's liable to pull a Sweeny Todd on your ass and bake you," Caylen said. They both laughed. "Tell Aunt Viv I'll be there at six." Caylen gathered her notes and left the room.

  ~

  Late Saturday afternoon, Caylen was going to town cleaning her condo. She'd tossed out two bags of old clothes for Goodwill, on top of that she dusted, vacuumed and swept. She was finishing the downstairs bathroom when she heard the doorbell.

  "I'm coming, hold on a second," She yelled out as she put the cleaner and brush down and tore the rubber gloves off of her hands. She didn't bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. The only people that actually knew where she lived were her family and Margo. As well as a couple exes, although none of them ever had the privilege of living with her.

  "You shouldn't yell out like that, you're liable to make a girl horny." Margo snickered as she pushed past her in the foyer. "You smell like bleach." She wrinkled her nose up.

  Caylen laughed and rolled her eyes at her best friend. "That would be because I'm cleaning, smart ass. What brings you out in the middle of the day on a Saturday?"

  "I felt like bothering you," Margo said, helping herself to a beer from the refrigerator and handing another to her friend.

  "Uh huh, I don't believe you." Caylen took the offered beer and swallowed a long cold sip.

  "I haven't heard this song in forever." She began singing along to A Horse With No Name, that was playing semi-loudly on the TV surround sound system.

  "You're showing your age and ignoring me." Caylen raised an eyebrow. Margo pursed her lips and squeezing her eyebrows together.

  "I beg your pardon. I'll have you know I'm only two years older than your butt, missy." She moved past Caylen and sat down on the couch. "I'm not ignoring you. I'm just trying to find a way to say it, that's all."

  "When did she get back into town?" Caylen asked.

  "Who?"

  "You know who." Caylen sat on the couch next to her.

  "Last night." Margo stared at the floor. Her ex-girlfriend Lila was very attractive and the biggest pain-in-the-ass anyone would ever meet. Caylen actually threw a small party when the bitch left town. She not only cheated on Margo during their six month relationship, she actually had the audacity to come onto Caylen knowing they were best friends.

  "I thought she ran off to New York with some bimbo?" Caylen asked as she finished her beer. Luckily, it was a light beer since she downed it in two swigs. She was thirstier than she thought. At least the bleach scent was starting to wear off. Shit. She remembered she was still cleaning the spare bathroom. She stood up. "I need to go rinse the shower real quick," She said as she walked down the hall. Margo followed her.

  "Do you ever go a week without spring cleaning this place? I swear you could eat off of the hardwood floor and brush your teeth in the shine from the tile in the foyer."

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Caylen said rolling her eyes.

  "The bimbo dumped her for someone else and left her broke. She had just enough money to catch a plane back."

  "To you."

  "No! I'm not taking her sorry ass back." Margo spat.

  "Good. I'd have to kick your ass if you took her back." Caylen finished rinsing the glass shower and flushed the toilet cleaner that had been soaking in the bowl.

  "I called in a favor and got her a job as a teller at Guardian Credit Union. Maybe that'll keep her out of my hair. The money sucks, but she moved in with her sister so she could save up."

  The satellite music station on the TV switched from the seventies to the eighties and a chain of Prince songs began playing.

  "Karma is a bitch." Caylen said with a smirk. "Hey, are you up for one of my Aunt Vivian's creations?"

  "Why?" Margo had been to a few dinners where Caylen's aunt had cooked something off the wall that she was adding to one of her latest books. She had to admit the woman could cook.

  "I got suckered into coming to dinner tonight since she thinks she never sees me anymore."

  "I don't have any plans."

  "Great, I'll call her and make sure it's okay. I'm sure she'll be excited. You know how she is with food."

  "Yes I do." Margo shook her head. "She thinks its art."

  ~

  Three hours later, Caylen and Margo were sitting on the couch in Caylen's Aunt and Uncle's house. They were both stuffed to the gills with lobster and squid quiche, a dish Caylen was sure had never before been attempted, but it turned out to be mouthwatering. They had eaten until they couldn't pick up their forks.

  "Aunt Viv, what's the latest book you're working on?" Caylen asked as she sipped the glass of chardonnay.

  "This one is all delicacies," Vivian said with an ear to ear grin.

  "Well, dinner was wonderful. You're an amazing cook, Vivian." Margo said.

  An hour later, Caylen and Margo were in the Bentley on their way back to Caylen's condo when Margo asked her about her trip to Houston. Frankly, Caylen hadn't thought much about it since she arrived back in Santa Barbara. It was actually the most memorable night of her life. She just chose not to think about it.

  "Well, uh…it was boring. I met with a rich oil tycoon and basically kissed his ass the entire day, then took him and his upper management staff to a ridiculously expensive dinner and a high class strip club." Caylen shrugged and kept driving.

  "A strip club? God, I haven't been to one of those in years."

  "You know I have to go to one at least once a year, sometimes more. Most of the time I sit back and let my clients enjoy the entertainment. Sometimes I partake if I'm in the mood."

  "And?"

  "And what?"

  "Were you in the mood?"

  "Maybe." Caylen wasn't about to discuss her night of passion with the stripper. Tanner. Margo was her best friend, and it wasn't the first time Caylen had a one night stand. What would it hurt telling Margo?

  "Was she hot?"

  "Absolutely beautiful." Caylen smiled at the mental picture that popped into her mind of the gray-eyed, athletic beauty with honey colored hair. "If there was such a thing as ‘love at first sight' she'd definitely be it."

  "Wow. Did you get her number?"

  "No. Why would I? I live in California."

  "You never know. She could be a lot of fun in bed." Margo tossed her hair over her shoulder.

  "So, you're saying I should've slept with her? Would you sleep with a stripper?" Caylen asked.

  "I wouldn't say no. Then again, I guess I've never had the opportunity."

  "It was hot when she was dancing on me. She ran her hands all over me and put my hands on her. Her skin was angel soft and she was built like a professional dancer. I swore she was going to kiss me a few times. The look in her eyes said she wanted to. Then, I look over and see her doing the same thing on some guy as I'm headed out the door. That'll sure douse the flames quickly." Caylen let her mind drift back to Tanner lying under her, wet and wanting. She felt her chest tighten as she shook the memory away.

  "Eww…yeah I agree. At least you enjoyed your dance. I've had some that either couldn't dance, stunk of sweat and cigarettes, or worse men's cologne, and the best one of all was a woman
who tried to impress me by doing some weird flips and shit and she fell off of the stage. I thought I was going to piss my pants from laughing," Margo said.

  "Oh my god! That's funny." Both women were laughing hysterically when Caylen pulled into her covered parking space.

  "Knock on wood I've never actually had a bad experience in a strip club. Honestly, I rarely get a dance or even give them bills when they're dancing on the stage. Those places don't really do much for me, but my male clients eat it up," Caylen said.

  Four

  It had been a month since her short trip to Houston. Caylen sat at her desk reading spreadsheets and periodically checking the stock market. She was preparing for her third conference call of the day with a potential client that they couldn't seem to get on the same page with and she had a slight migraine. She rarely flew to meet them in person unless it was absolutely required to close a deal. Caylen hoped this call went well. She didn't have time in her schedule to fly to Seattle to meet with the owner of a small cable broadcasting company. His deal was worth a couple of million dollars, so she'd go if need be.

  "I hope we can make Mr. Winthrop agree to a plan here," Herb said as he sat in one of the empty conference room chairs, placing his notebook on the table in front of him. Caylen was already in there laying out her portfolio. Their Director of Sales couldn't close the deal so now Caylen and Herb needed to pull out all of the stops if they wanted to land this account. Kyle Winthrop was an older man that probably still kept most of his money tucked into a sock drawer for all she knew. His business was worth five million dollars and most of that was tied up in debt. Jarrett Financial Company's prime concern was to come up with a deal to get the broadcasting company out of debt and put money back into Mr. Winthrop's pocket as well as their own. If they came to terms, the deal could be beneficial for both companies.

  "Me too," Caylen answered her uncle. "I'm not looking forward to a redeye flight to Seattle." The phone buzzed once to announce that their call was set up and ready to begin.