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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Life's Second Chance
Summary: When Mari tells Dave she plans on attending a college miles
from him he is shaken.  As a result of Mari's suggestion he finds a
replacement.  This is a follow-up for 'Life is What You Make of It.' The
Second in a Series.
Keywords: M/fg con

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   Copyright (C) 2002, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Sunday PM, May 05, 2002

   Story codes: M/fg con

   Story intro: When Mari tells Dave she plans on attending a college miles
from him he is shaken.  As a result of Mari's suggestion he finds a
replacement.  This is a follow-up for 'Life is What You Make of It.'

  
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   Life's Second Chance

   Another Story by

   Jack Spratt

   Part Two of a Series

  
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   Author's Note: This is a follow up to 'Life is What You Make of It'
again the idea is from a faithful reader.  I acknowledge the input.

  
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   Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and
proofing. 
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   Winning the state lottery did modify my life for the better.  The subtle
changes consists mainly in the inner me, not the outer.  I have a feeling
of confidence I never had before.  The fact that I have a
multimillion-dollar bank account does wonders to my outlook on life.  My
external life changes have been minimal.  My new apartment is in a working
class neighborhood, my upgraded Chevy and my new bed reflects the outer
changes.  I still work at the foundry, as I've done for many years.  My
co-workers are still my family.  Many of them were surprised by the
Christmas gifts I sent anonymously.  My car is the main transportation in
our car pool and listening to them talk about their families, and their
Christmas wish lists, gave me the idea.  I sent one large gift to each of
the four.  It's enjoyable listening to them trying to figure out who the
benefactor is.  In memory of my dad, I've tried to do good things with this
windfall.  My close association with Mari, and her family, is the result of
helping a young damsel in distress.  What I did for her has come back in
the form of a beautiful relationship that's worth a hundred fold.  Mari is
only fourteen, but she has the maturity of a twenty year old.

   My benevolent work for Mari's family provides me a new family and a very
beautiful, young lover.  I eventually establish a trust fund for the Rights
that ensure they will never be in a situation that could possible break up
the family, which is how I originally got involved after a chance meeting
with Mari at the mall.  Mari still has her apartment.  We meet there at
every opportunity.  My small contribution allowed everyone to enjoy a
wonderful Christmas.  My love affair with Mari, and her mom, provided me a
wonderful renewed outlook on life.

  
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   A little about me: My name is David Parson, at fifty-one, my main
concern about life was that I would have enough money to support myself if
and when I ever retired.  That was before winning the lottery.  My marriage
is part of ancient history.  I got married at nineteen, she was seventeen.
It lasted eight months, and then she dumped me for an older man with money.
I got the divorce papers a year later.  Fortunately, she didn't get
pregnant.  It certainly wasn't for the lack of sex!  We were smart enough
to use birth control.  When I think back on those days, it's scary.  That
was over thirty years ago.  I never tried marriage again.

  
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   As a gift to my new family, we took an after Christmas cruise.  I
purchased a fifty-five foot Chris Craft that is now moored at a slip at a
marina forty-five miles from Abbotsville.  The odds of anyone I know
finding out about it are very minimal.

   I had four weeks of unused vacation that I took.  During the cruise,
both Mari and her mom, Andrea, are my willing sex partners.  Mari
encouraged me to make love to her mom.  Andrea's life had been hard since
her husband passed on.  I felt odd as I made love with Andrea, knowing Mari
was on the deck well aware of what we're doing.  She thanked me for keeping
her family together.  Mari is a smaller version of her mother.  Both of
them are beautiful when nude.  During the end of our cruise, all three of
us were in the same bed at the same time, something I could really get used
too!

   When we had the opportunity, we were nude on deck and when swimming. 
Looking at those two keeps me in a continuous state of arousal that both of
them ensured was never wasted.  The two boys had their own stateroom.  They
swam and played their video games.  Both did not show any interest in what
we were doing.

   When I returned to work, my co-workers commented on my tan.  I explained
I had purchased one of those all-inclusive tours of the Caribbean Islands.
Life goes on.  My bowling skills are back to normal.  I haven't had a
strike since the last tournament.

   I'm meeting with Mari tonight.  We're going to dinner and then back to
her apartment for the night.  I haven't slept with her since we got back
from the cruise.  I'm really rangy.  Having sex every day during the
cruise, with Mari and her mother, and then nothing at all is a helluva
adjustment.

   The arrangement is to take Mari out for dinner, then we will go back to
her apartment.  The dinner is the congruent for another directional change
in my life.  I pick up Mari at her apartment.  She keeps her wardrobe
there, except for her school clothes that she keeps at home.  She looks so
sexy when I call for her.

   "Oh, Mari, I missed you!  I must say, you look good enough to eat."

   "Thank you, David.  Keep that thought for later tonight.  I missed you
too!"

   The restaurant's staff greets us like family, as we've become a fixture
since I got involved with Mari.  The food is excellent and the atmosphere
is pleasant and homey.  Once the meal is served, Mari hits me with the
bomb.

   "David, did you mean it when you said you would pay for my education?"

   "Yes, of course I meant it!  You need a good education to ensure you
never have to work in a foundry type job like I'm doing.  My dad told me I
would live to regret leaving school, but I was sure that I was so smart and
knew everything.  I wish I were able to tell my dad he was right.  Why do
you ask?"

   "I have been researching my field and found out that the school I'm
going to can't prepare me for entrance to the college I wish to attend.  I
have to go to a special school to make up for lost time.  It's in D.C."

   "D.C.?  That's miles from here!  Isn't there anything closer?"

   That's actually a selfish question.  My first thought is about not
having access to her.  I didn't even bother to ask her why.  All I'm
thinking is about me.  I feel a wave of guilt running through my body.



   "I want to become a doctor and the school's agenda, in D.  C., is
directed to preparing students for the entrance exams at the major
universities.  There isn't any other school like it in the Northeastern
states.  It'll be very expensive for me to go there.  I'll have to live on
campus."

   "I'm sorry, Mari.  I was only thinking of myself.  As I told you before
the cost isn't a consideration.  Tell me more about it."

   She goes on to explain the features of the school and the study
structure.  This girl has big dreams.  The course is grueling, with no
breaks for months.  And it starts in two weeks!  Mari has already talked to
her mother, who supports her.  Andrea told her that she didn't have the
opportunity or the determination Mari has when she was her age.  She didn't
want her to be dependent on anyone when she's an adult.  Mari is very
excited about the prospect of going to a private school.  I can't say the
same.  I'm very comfortable with the existing arrangement.

   "Mom will take care of all your needs.  She loves being with you.  She
said you are a better lover than my dad was.  I'll fly home every time I
can, I promise!  If you should meet another girl in need, I won't mind. 
You've made a world of difference in my life.  I never will be able to
repay you."

   "You have repaid me in ways that do not require money.  I feel
comfortable with you Mari and with your family.  I don't want it to change;
but, I realize that you're growing up and we have to consider your future."

   "I wish there was a school close by.  I know I'll miss all the time we
spend together."

   The balance of the meal is very subdued.  I look at her and wonder what
I'm going to do without her.  The visions of all the wonderful times we've
had flash through my mind.  This situation was going to happen, sooner or
later; but, I was hoping it wouldn't happen for a long time.  This is the
selfish part of me kicking in.  Leaving the restaurant, and walking to my
car, is very trying.  Once in the vehicle, she's in my arms and we kiss. 
Each kiss is like the last one we'll be giving each other.  At her
apartment, we make love like it's the last time.  I really don't want to
give this up, but I have to.

   The next two weeks fly by.  It's a flurry of activities to get all the
items Mari will require for her residency.  Finally, the ticket is bought
and everything's in place.  The evening before her flight, we spend
together at her apartment.

   "Dave, please don't be sad.  Mom will be here every time you need her.
She told me you're a great lover.  I know she loves you as much as I do.  I
know you like younger girls as well.  So, please make someone else as happy
as you have me.  I don't expect you to pine over me being away."

   Mari allows me to undress her for the last time.  It's like unwrapping a
precious gift.  Her dress slips off revealing a lacy mauve half-slip with a
matching garter belt, bra and thong.  Each piece is trimmed with white
lace. Her legs are encased in white, tone-on-tone, leg art print stockings.
Her body is scented with my favorite essence.  This very second is when
time should stop.  It's a good thing Mari's eyes are closed or she may see
a small tear running down my cheek.  I haven't done anything this emotional
since I was eleven.  Even when my wife took off, I didn't shed a tear. 
But, that's an unfair comparison.

   Slowly, I remove her bra and panties.  She looks so angelic in her
stockings and garter belt.  Kissing each nipple, before I mouth her
breasts, causes heavy breathing.  Working down her soft tummy, to her small
clump of hair just above her clitoris, I'm rewarded with her sexual scent
which, over that last few months, I'm truly addicted to.  Mari has the
ability to produce quantities of elixir beyond my ability to ingest them. I
just close my eyes and enjoy.  Her body trembles with one climax after
another.  Finally, I roll her over and enjoy her tight rosebud.  She enjoys
it licked and tongued.  Spreading her cheeks allows me a bit of
penetration. Again, my reward is the feel of Mari's body tensing and, then,
an exhaust of pent up breath as she climaxes.  She reaches down, grabs my
hair and pulls me beside her.  Rolling onto her back, she spreads her legs
and guides me to the heaven I never want to lose.  Later, my climax is the
strongest I've had in a long time.  Feeling like it may be the last, I put
my heart and soul into it.



   Come Monday, Mari boards a plane for D.C., with her mom and I waving
goodbye to a plane climbing into the sky.  Looking in to her mom's eyes, I
can tell we are thinking the same thing: We're going to miss Mari deeply.
While driving Andrea home, she tells me she wants me to come in for a
drink. She is sobbing.

   "This is the first time Mari has ever been away from me.  Even with her
apartment, it was close enough for us to get together, if need be; but,
with her in D.C.  I'm going to really miss her."

   "You know how I feel about her.  We just have to let go.  I knew she
would take to her wings someday.  But I didn't think it would be today."

   When Andrea brought in the coffee, her eyes are glossy from the tears.
She puts the cups on the coffee table and comes into my arms, sobbing.  My
hand is on her breasts caressing her.  I feel her nipples get hard.  With a
slick move, the zippers on her slacks are lowered.  She looks at me, and
then grabs my hand.  We both undress in her bedroom.  First, we hugged each
other and rolled around on the bed trying to get even closer.  Finally, we
make love; not once, but three times!  We must have fallen asleep because
at five thirty Andrea is shaking me awake.

   "Dave, you need to get up for work!"

   Looking at Andrea I can see Mari.  Forcing her to her back, I mount and
penetrate.  Andrea kisses me and then pulls me tight.  I have no idea where
it comes from, but I ejaculate surge after surge of cum deep inside her. 
Kissing her on the nose, I dress, leave and head for work.

   I see Andrea every weekend for nearly three months.  I talk to Mari at
least three times a week.  She's working hard, but doing extremely well. 
She keeps asking me to come and visit.

   "Dave, have you looked for a new girlfriend yet?  I know how much you
enjoyed being with me.  There must be another young girl out there just
waiting for you."

   "You sound like you are trying to get rid of me."

   "No, Dave, I'm being realistic!  You've got needs I can't fulfill.  I
know you and mom get together every weekend, but I also know your other
likes.  I won't be jealous as long as you love me."

   "Mari, you will always be in my heart.  You have given me a new lease on
life.  Before, I was an empty shell just doing the same thing, week in and
week out.  Meeting you made living a joy, rather than drudgery.  You'll
always be a large part of my life."

   It takes me another two months until I finally take her advice.  I set
out to see if this old body can attract anything but flies.  Where to
start? Well, my life changed at the mall; why not try again!  Tomorrow,
being Saturday, is a good time to start.

   The majority of the food court opens at twelve, with a few opening
earlier for the breakfast trade.  Upon entering the mall, I follow a
vision. The girl has long, flowing, red hair.  Her bum is encased in a pair
of short shorts.  The movements are sexual, to say the least.  She's
wearing those new stay up stockings, with a gape of skin between their tops
and her shorts of nearly six inches.  The effect on me makes my cock hard!
Her outfit is color coordinated.  Whoever she is, she has taste.  I watch
as her bottom disappears down the corridor.  Now she could be a Mari
replacement.  Assuming she would even look at this old man.

   One thing about a mall on Saturday is there's no end to the beautiful
women, young and old.  I'm surprised when I look up and find its two
o'clock.  I've been sitting here for four hours.  Time flies when you're
having fun!  To keep the table, while I go for a refill, I've written on a
napkin, 'taken be right back.' It works fine.  My stomach says it needs
something other than coffee.  I look around and see New York Fries.  I
haven't had them in a long time.  Back at the table, enjoying dinner, I
look up and see my vision again, walking away from me.  I can't believe her
body!  A pair of black raised heeled shoes, that I adore on women, supports
her long, beautiful legs.  I can only imagine the wonders that are hidden
between her legs.  Does she have red hair all over?

   She turns around and heads back; she is looking for a place to sit. 
Then it dawns on me: she's the girl who served us at the Gap!  I don't
remember her looking like that; but, come to think of it, I really didn't
pay that much attention to her, having just met Mari.  She makes eye
contact with me and recognition sets in.  She comes over to me.

   "Are you alone?  I need to sit down and enjoy my break."

   "Please, sit.  Is there anything else you would like?  I notice that you
don't have a drink."

   "Well, I was going to get a Coke, but they only sell Pepsi.  Yuck!"

   "Allow me."

   I can't believe it!  Her ID badge says her name is 'Candy.' Oh, how I'd
love to lick her candy!  I return with her Coke and just stare.

   "What?"

   "Sorry, I can't believe I never noticed how beautiful you are, after so
many times in your shop."

   Now Candy is blushing.  It looks so striking on her light complexion.

   "Why, thank you.  Where's your friend?"

   "She's left me.  No, not that way.  She's going to school in D.  C.  By
the way, my name is Dave Parson."

   "Hi, Dave, my name is Cassandra Hyatt, but my good friends call me
Candy."

   "Well, I would like to be a good friend of yours.  How's your dinner
coming?  Do you need anything else?"

   "No thanks.  I'm watching my weight."

   I felt like saying, `you don't have to watch it, every male in the mall
is.' Her face is beautiful, her lip-gloss is a red that shouts at men `kiss
me.' Her green eyes are sparkling like she knows something that I don't.  I
assume she's been hit on so many times it's old hat to her.  She has
breasts that aren't massive, but they stick way out from her body.  They're
difficult to describe.  Mesmerizing would be an excellent word.

   "Dave, I have to get back to work.  It was really good to see you again.
I certainly hope to see you again soon."

   `Not as much as I'd love to see all of you, Candy,' is the thought going
through my mind.

   "Well, I certainly will look for you the next time I'm in the mall."

   She gets up and starts walking away and then turns.  Her lips are pursed
in a kiss.  She waves and walks away.  Or, should I say, flows away.  I
have to do something to relieve this feeling: Andrea!  A quick call on my
cell sets up a date for sex in two hours.  The boys are going to a movie
and she'll be expecting me at four thirty.  I'm in a bad way after
imagining Candy in so many compromising positions.

   Andrea opens the door, as I'm about to knock.  She's wearing a sheer
robe that tells me that's all she's wearing.  She has taken the time to do
her eyes and lips with the same shade that Mari uses.  The perfume is
Mari's also.  As soon as the door closes, she's in my arms.  The robe falls
open.  We both go quickly to her bedroom.  Undressing, I can't keep my eyes
off her.  She drops the robe and stands before me.  Her luv lips are full
and puffy.  Dew is forming.  Kneeling before her, I give thanks to her
body. When my lips hit her luv lips she spreads her legs further apart. 
The force of my body, against hers, pushes her onto the bed.  I indulge
myself to her ample juice.  Andrea's body is trembling with her climax.  I
lick and suck her engorged clitoris.  Andrea has one of the longest ones
I've ever enjoyed.  Mari is big, but Andrea's is much longer.  Finally, I
enter her and enjoy the feeling of lust as I slowly fuck her.  When I
climax, the vision of Candy is vivid in my mind.

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   Sunday, after my morning coffee, it's back to the mall.  Sitting at my
regular table, I'm elated when I see Candy walking down the corridor. 
She's in a different outfit today.  Tailored black slacks, a white peasant
blouse and stacked, black shoes: she's a walking wet dream!  When she spots
me, I feel great because her face lights up and she heads right towards me.

   "Dave!  I didn't expect to see you again so soon.  I haven't seen you in
months and now I see you two days in a row!  You really must be lonesome."

   "Well, not exactly lonesome.  I just miss the company of a young lady."

   "Well, I'm a young lady.  I'd be glad to have you as company."

   Candy's shift doesn't start for another hour.  She came early just to
sit and have a morning coffee.  A number of other clerks, from other
outlets, pass and say good morning.

   "Those girls work at the other shops and we all meet in the morning for
coffee.  We complain to each other about our employers."

   During our chat she divulges to me that she is seventeen.  Candy left
her foster parents as soon as she was legally able.  It's not that they
were bad to her, but she wanted her freedom.  Freedom came at a horrendous
cost.  She got a job at the Gap at sixteen.  Money wasn't the greatest, so
she had to live in a one-room dump above a small convenience store.  It
took most of her wages just to pay rent and food.  Any extra money went for
clothing from the Gap, where employees get a discount.  After my shopping
sprees with Mari, her superiors took note of her sales and two months later
she got promoted to assistant manager.  It gave her a better salary and a
better split on the commissions.  She thanks me for giving her the push. 
She's now living in a one-bedroom apartment, two blocks from the mall.

   She's so beautiful.  I want to stare, but I know it's not polite.

   "Dave, I have to go to work.  It's nice seeing you again."

   "What time to you get off?"

   Candy looks at me with mystery in her eyes.  She's sizing me up.  I wish
I could read minds.

   "I should be out of the store by six.  Why?"

   "Would you like to go to dinner with an old man, no strings attached?"

   "Well, considering all I've to look forward to is my four walls, I
accept."

   Savoring her movements, as she walks away, my mind is on what restaurant
we should go to.  The one Mari and I frequent so often is out of the
question.  With nothing better to do, I cruise around the mall area in
search for the ideal restaurant.  There's another strip mall, three blocks
away that has two good size eateries.  Reading the menu in the windows, I
choose Italian.  After making a reservation for seven thirty, then it hits
me: I hope Candy likes Italian.
After a shower, I lay out the clothes for tonight.  The telephone rings.

It's Mari.

   "Dave, I miss you.  Sorry I haven't called more often, but the course is
grueling.  I didn't know school could be this difficult.  Most of the
students here are working towards entrance exams at the collages.  I met a
few very nice people.  I'm going out with Mark tonight for a coffee."

   "Well, I'm happy that you're surviving.  Want to tell me about Mark?"

   "He's seventeen, tall and good looking.  He's from Florida.  We take
four of the same classes.  He's very nice."

   "I'm glad you found a friend.  Being so far from home is awfully
lonely."

   "I wish you're here, Dave.  I really miss you!  Did you find another
girl yet?"

   "Remember the clerk at The Gap?"

   "Oh yes, how could I ever forget?  She was a great help with my
wardrobe. Are you seeing her?"

   "Well, not actually seeing, I just had coffee with her at the mall
today. Her name is Candy and I'm meeting her for dinner tonight.  I, like
you, wish we were together.  Do you need any money?"

   "No, the allowance you're giving me is more than enough.  I actually
don't have the time to go out.  The homework load is horrendous.  Tonight
will be the first time I have left my room to do something besides go to
the library since I got here."

   "I hope you have a nice time.  Call me tomorrow night it you have time."

   "You have a nice time with Candy.  I will not be jealous if something
happens.  I can never repay you for what you've done for my family and me.
I want you to be happy.  Mom says you saw her recently."

   "Yes, we had a good time.  I'll hopefully hear from you tomorrow, bye
Mari."

   "Bye, Dave.  I love you."

   Well, I don't feel as bad now.  She's seeing a fellow and I'm seeing
Candy.  We both need companionship.  It's nearly six.  I change and drive
to the mall.  It's as busy as ever.  I grab a coffee and sit at my favorite
table.  The view hasn't changed.  The continuous flow of women, of all
ages, keeps my imagination active.  A young girl, about twelve or thirteen,
dressed provocatively, reminds me of Mari.  Then, Candy comes into view. 
She looks like a fashion model.  Our eyes make contact and her captivating
smile gives me an instant erection.

   "I wasn't sure you would be here, Dave.  I'm glad you are."

   "I never break a date.  If I tell you I'm going to do something, or be
somewhere, you can count on it."

   She leans over and pecks me on the cheek, then sits down.

   "This feels good!  I have been on my feet all day."

   "Would you like something to drink?  Our reservations are for seven
thirty.  I hope you like Italian."

   "I like everything, when I don't have to cook.  Yes, a small coffee
would be appreciated."

   During our drinks, we stare at each other.  Candy has an aurora around
her that is mystical.  I don't know why.  Her green eyes are hauntingly
beautiful.  It's as if they can see into your soul.  I certainly hope `mind
reading' isn't in her list of accomplishments for by this time my face
would have been slapped with what I'm thinking.

   "I still can't believe how beautiful you are.  I'm not just saying that
to get on your best side.  It's because it is true."

   Candy is stunning when she blushes.  It shows, so obviously, on her
light skin.

   "Would you like to go home to freshen up?  I could drop you off and pick
you up in a half hour."

   "Well, I would love to freshen-up; but, you can wait in my apartment."

   Traces of her perfume fill the car.  It's hauntingly seductive, just
like Candy.  I would love to reach out and touch her hair.  Redheads have
always had a place in my dreams.  Actually, all young girls have a place in
my dreams.  It's just that redheads have a slight edge.

   "The next building, you can park in the rear.  Each apartment has a
space."

   She directs me to space 3907.

   She leads me past a security door to an elevator.  Stopping at the third
floor, we go to her apartment.  She impresses me with how neat and tidy it
is.  She's a much better housekeeper than I.

   "Please, sit down.  I'll be as quick as possible."

   We've nearly an hour before our reservations; that should be sufficient
for her to freshen up.  Asking a woman to hurry is pointless.  She'll take
as long as it takes.  Looking around the room, I notice there're very few
amenities.  There's a small radio, but no television or stereo; items that
most teenagers have.  Mental notes are taken.  Looking out the window, she
has a very nice view.  There's a park across the street.  I watch numerous
people enjoying a stroll.  Candy is in the bathroom and I hear water
running.  I can't believe it when it turns off after about five minutes. 
I'm totally shocked.  A few minutes later there's a sound behind me.

   "That's Greenway Park.  I enjoy walking in the summer.  It's a nice,
clean area with no gangs."

   Candy has changed.  She's wearing a short skirt with those cling on
nylons.  They're sheer black with a pattern.  The pale skin between her
skirt and the tops of her nylons has me breathing hard again.  My reaction
is nearly instantaneous.  I hope Candy doesn't notice!  Her sly smile says
she did.

   "You like?"

   "Candy, as I've said before, you're beautiful!  I can't believe your
hair or why I haven't noticed it before now."

   "Well, I used to have it up; besides, you had other things on your mind.
She's a beautiful girl."

   "Who?"

   My mouth opened before my mind kicked in.  That was a stupid remark.

   "Oh, Mari!  Yes, she is."

   "Well, I'm ready for dinner."

   The trip to the restaurant is short.  We're led to a table in a corner.
A waitress appears and takes orders.  I order the smorgasbord, Candy orders
from the menu.  I haven't eaten anything but fries all day.  I'm famished!
I know Candy is watching her weight.  Personal inspection confirms her
weight is just fine.  When she sits, her skirt raises; giving me a view of
her thighs nearly to heaven.  Another inch higher and I'd be seeing what
type of panties she likes!  When I look up, she is looking at me with that
same, sly smile.  I hate getting caught staring.

   "I hope you enjoy your meal.  When you are served I will get my dinner."

   "Well, I don't mind.  Go ahead and get your meal.  Everything looks so
good."

   Getting my meal is better than getting caught looking at her thighs and
wondering what's between her legs.  I'm still curious about red hair all
over.  Does she shave?  Why am I thinking of these things?  Hell, I hardly
know the girl!  She isn't about to throw herself at me for a dinner.

   Back at the table, I notice her dinner has arrived.  She's patiently
waiting for me.  I sit.

   "Sorry, I didn't realize your meal had come.  You should have started.
My eyes are bigger than my stomach.  There's a great variety on the table
and everything looks so good."

   Candy's movements are so feminine; just watching her eat gets me
excited. The food's very good, even Candy comments that she enjoys it.  The
dessert, she devours, confirms her statement.  I just enjoy a cup of coffee
and staring at her.  When I look down, I notice she's wearing off-white
panties, trimmed with a dark lace.  Her skirt moves as she eats.  Either
she doesn't realize it or she knows I'm a dirty old man.  I keep glancing
at her face, then at her crotch.  I want her.

   "Thank you for the evening, and your company, Dave.  It's so nice to be
able to have dinner and not worrying about cleaning up."

   While driving her home she looks at me and asks me if I would like to
come up.  Politely, I refuse.  I don't want to scare her.  It really takes
a lot of willpower.  I walk her to the door.  She looks at me and kisses me
on the lips.  That nearly did me in.

   In the car, I call Andrea.  She appears to be as needy as I am.  Again,
when I cum, all I can see is Candy.  It's nearly three o'clock when I get
home.

   The following week, it nearly kills me not to go to the mall after work.
The urge to see Candy again is so strong.  I fight it off till the
following Saturday.  I arrive at the mall as it opens, then I realize Candy
won't be there for a while.  Hell, I don't even know if she's working this
Saturday or not!  With a piping hot coffee in my hand, I sit at my favorite
table and watch the humanity move by.  I'm overjoyed to see Candy strolling
down the corridor twenty minutes later.  Just watching her walk, and her
body movements, has me feeling foolish.  She's with another girl.  They
stop and have a short conversation and then part.  She stops at a food
booth and leaves with a coffee.  When she looks up, and notices me, she
beams with a smile.  What a vision, watching her walking towards me.  I
can't get enough her dressed in her short skirt and those stay up nylons.
My body starts to tingle, as she gets closer.

   "Hi, Dave.  How're you?"

   "Better, now that I see you!  I wasn't sure if you worked today."

   "I work every Saturday and Sunday.  Monday and Wednesday are my days
off. There is much more traffic on Saturday than Monday, better
commissions. I'm glad to see you, Dave."

   "You are?"

   "Yes, I look for you every day."

   "You do?  You don't realize how often I wanted to come down and just
look at you.  I didn't want to be too forward.  You don't have a
boyfriend?"

   "No, I don't.  Never could find a guy I was comfortable around.  You're
different."

   She doesn't realize how good that makes me feel.  I didn't want to
appear too anxious to be with her, on the chance it soured her against me.
Today, she's telling me that she feels comfortable with me.  I don't want
this to go to my head, at least the one on my shoulders.  The other one is
standing at attention, enjoying what its hearing.

   "Do you have time to sit down and keep an old man company?"

   "Yes.  I was just going to join the other clerks.  I'd sooner be here."

   "You've no idea how good that makes me feel, Candy."

   We enjoy our mutual admiration society for a few minutes, each looking
in each other's eyes.  I really want her now.  The soft form of her breast
pushing against the fashionable shirt has me wanting to reach out and touch
someone: Candy!

   "Are you on for dinner, tonight?"

   "Yes, Dave, I am!  I get off at four today."

   "Good!  I'll pick you up at the entrance.  You know the old Chevy.  I
will find another restaurant, if you like."

   "Well, you don't have to.  I do like Italian.  I have to go for now;
looking forward to tonight."

   Like last time, she leans over and kisses me on the lips.  This time I'm
sure I could feel the flick of her tongue.  She really tastes, and smells,
so good.  The rest of the day I spend planning the evening.  Sporting a new
haircut, I stop at a florist and order a dozen roses.  They'll be ready
when I pick up Candy.  A new haircut needs some new duds.  My suits are
good, but not the current style.  Since I've money to burn, why not?  The
shop guarantees it'll be ready by two.  They convince me to get new shoes
and all the accessories as well.  If clothes make the man, I should do well
tonight.  I would like to do more for Candy, but I don't know how to go
about it.  Does she really like me?  Hell, I've the ability.  It really
doesn't matter if she likes me or not.  I'll never miss what I spend on
her, even if she tells me to go fly a kite.

   Like Mari, she needs a better apartment, at least a bigger one.  On a
whim, I go to her building.  The super is more than helpful.  He shows me a
two-bedroom unit that is on the top floor.  It has a balcony, a very large
bathroom, a sizable living room and the main bedroom is larger than her
existing unit.  I tell him that it's great, but that my girlfriend has the
last say.  With a three hundred dollar key deposit, I get the key for two
weeks so I can show the girlfriend.  It'll be something to surprise her
with tonight, when we come back from dinner.  Candy's current abode is what
they call a `bachelor apartment.'

   My suit is ready at two.  I am walking on air.  The roses look great in
one of those temporary vases.  My hope is Candy likes roses.  I haven't
felt this excited since Mari left.  Mari . . .  if she had stayed this
wouldn't be happening.  She's the one who suggested for me to search for
her replacement.  Still, I plan to be honest with her.

   Promptly at four, I'm cruising back and forth past the main entrance.  I
dislike those who actually park in the `no parking' zones.  Quickly
dropping off, or picking up, I can understand; but, just sitting there
really pisses me off!  Then, I see Candy carrying a Gap bag.  I stop, she
jumps in and we are off to her place.  She looks at me with her devastating
smile and I give her the roses.

   "They're beautiful, Dave!  As handsome as the man who gave them to me!
You look good in the suit.  Is it new?"

   "Yes, I bought it this morning after seeing you.  I assume you want to
freshen up?"

   "Yes, I do!  I need to shower."

   She moves close to me, grabs my arm and hugs me.  Her heat feels erotic.
I want to stop, hold her and kiss her, among other things.  The trip to her
apartment is quick.  I feel anxious being so close.  Once inside she asks
me to sit down and wait.  A bachelor apartment only has one room and a
bath: my evil mind is contemplating how Candy is going to accomplish this
without me seeing the farm.  I watch as she lays out a chic black dress and
accessories; I can see a black bra and matching bikini panties.  Then, she
opens up a set of screens in front of the bed, blocking my view.

   "Don't move Dave.  There isn't much room here."

   "I'll be good.  It'll take all my will power."

   Candy must be undressing, as I can hear the unmistakable sound of a
zipper being lowered.  Then, her stockings are flipped to the top of the
screen.  The water starts, then stops.  When Candy opens the door, the
scent of her body wash fills the apartment.  The effect on me is immediate.
Even in my new suit, it is obvious that I'm tenting.  I close my eyes and
try to will my erection down.

   "What do you think?"

   Opening my eyes, a vision is in front of me.  The dress was made for
her. Every soft curve is apparent, making her even more desirable.  My
mouth must been hanging open.  Candy starts to laugh.

   "Do I look that foolish?"

   "Yes, with your mouth hanging open.  I wish I had a camera."

   Now embarrassed, my erection disappears.  I stand up trying to regain
some of my composure and open the door.  Candy walks by, blanketing me with
her scent.  She's a hit with all the males in the restaurant.  Her hair,
her smile and her striking eyes conquer all.  The meal is enjoyable and we
continue our mutual admiration society.  I get the better of the deal.

   On the trip back to her residence, I'm perplexed as how to approach the
new apartment.  Then, it hits me order her some new furniture.  She needs a
television, a stereo and some new small appliances.  Since she was
promoted, Candy has made vast strides in purchasing items; still, she has
told me her wish list.  I'll just expedite her timetable by fulfilling it.
Again, she invites me to come up.  I follow like a puppy dog.  Once inside,
she guides me to the sofa, slips to my lap, and starts kissing me.  Her
breasts are pushing against my chest.  It's difficult trying to explain the
feeling when Candy is next to me.  Her body is so supple and soft.  Her
captivating perfume had me totally confused throughout dinner.  Her supple
hands are caressing the back of my neck and then she runs her fingers
through my hair.  I'm breathing in gasps.  My hand cups one of her
magnificent breasts.  Her hard nipple is evident.  My thumb rubs the
protrusion and I'm rewarded with a moan.  She hugs me tighter as I continue
my exploration of her body.  I truly want her.  When I place my hand on her
inner thigh, I can feel her legs spread, but they are restricted by her
tight dress.  Reaching the bare skin area, at the top of her stockings, the
heat is immense.  Sliding out of her grip, I'm on my knees, on the floor,
between her legs.  She lies back, allowing me to hoist the skirt upwards;
her legs spread.  Her black bikini is soaked.  The aroma that greets me is
overwhelming!  Her perfume, plus her animal scent, has my cock react
immediately.  As excited as I was before, it seems I've grown another inch
as a result of her aphrodisiastical scent.  Kissing her soft, inner thighs,
my mouth slowly works its way towards my goal.  As I kiss her panty-covered
mound, Candy stiffens with anticipation.  Moving the damp panties to one
side uncovers heaven.  Her luv lips are full, dark pink and swollen in
anticipation.  The labia are open like a lotus blossom.  Mouthing one side,
then the other, there's no doubt she's eager for more.  The flow of her
essence is thick and plentiful.  First I kiss, then lap, her elixir. 
Candy's taste is very similar to Mari's, but there is enough difference to
distinguish them from one another.  As my tongue touches her clitoris: her
body trembles.  Concentrating on that hard protrusion, Candy's body
shudders from her first climax.  My hands are cupping her bum cheeks,
pulling her pussy into my face.  I am in heaven.  Candy experiences climax
after climax; finally, I feel her hand on my head, pushing me away from my
fountain of love.

   "Dave, I'm sorry, but I'm so tender, it's been a long time.  I have
never had so many climaxes in a row.  You really have a way with that
tongue of yours."

   When she looks down at me, she grins.  I must look ridiculous with my
face covered with her drying elixir.  Dried, white residue is in my hair
and all over my face.  The crusty feel as it dries is obvious.  This night
is what memories are all about.

   "Sorry, Dave, but you look a sight!  Let me up and I'll get a face
cloth."

   She comes back and gently removes all the excess from my face.  She rubs
the crusty mess in my hair.

   "Dave, what can I do for you?"

   I want to say, `spread your legs and let me have you!'

   "Letting me do that is plenty.  I really miss it.  You taste divine,
Candy."

   Candy is so appealing when she blushes.  Her soft lips are kissing me.
We embrace and fall over on the sofa.

   "Dave, come to bed with me."

   "Candy, I would love to, but you have to go to work tomorrow.  There is
nothing I'd rather do.  But I don't want you to feel rushed.  When can I
see you again?"

   "Well, you could pick me up after work tomorrow.  We can go for a walk
and come back here.  You don't have to take me out for dinner."

   That tells me she wants to see me.  It makes me feel good.  She has no
idea of my circumstances.

   "Well, I have to eat and so do you.  What time are you done?"

   We make arrangements to meet in the food court at five.  As I kiss her
goodbye, my finger finds her honey pot.  I hate to say this, but on my way
back to my apartment I inhale her bewitching scent.  When I arrive, a cold
shower is in order.

   Sunday, at four, I am sitting at my favorite table with a coffee and
French fries, enjoying my favorite pastime: watching a steady parade of
fabulous girls.  When Candy appears, she looks towards my table.  Her smile
just makes me melt.  The view of her walking towards me has my body
trembling.

   "I made a reservation for seven thirty.  You have plenty of time to
freshen up."

   Candy grabs my hand and we walk slowly to the Chevy.  A number of men,
of my age group, nod approvingly.  All of them are daydreaming that it's
them Candy is leading out of the mall.  I can just imagine what they are
thinking.  The same thing I am.  Once at the apartment, Candy undresses
with no screen this time.  I watch in fascination.  She's so beautiful. 
Her breasts are firm with nipples at attention.  When she lowers her
panties, her hanging lips are begging for consideration.  They're real
attention getters!  Candy has a tuff of red hair just above her clitoris. I
can actually see it sticking out.  A smile comes to my face as I recall how
good everything tasted last night.  She shows me her bottom as she turns
and enters the bathroom.  Again, she surprises me with the speed of her
shower.  Candy does her final toweling in front of me.  My tent is very
obvious.

   When we leave, and return to the car, she purposely bumps into me all
the way.  Our hips keep bashing into each other; each time she is the
instigator.  Diner goes without a hitch.  In conversation, Candy mentions
that she is going shopping Monday morning and will be home in the
afternoon. How am I going to order her some furniture to have it delivered
in the afternoon?  I hope that my boss will give me an extra half hour for
lunch.  When we arrive at her apartment, she suggests we go for a walk in
the park.  Candy greets a number of people, many, I assume are her
neighbors.  Then, suddenly, we realize it's dark.  Being with Candy makes
time fly.

   "Dave, I'd like for you to come up to the apartment.  I really like your
company."

   `Not as much as this retread likes being with you,' goes through my
mind.

   "Ok, but tomorrow I have to go to work.  All you have to do is your
washing."

   Once in the apartment we kiss and fall to the sofa.  My hands are all
over her.  Candy stops moving as I start to undress her.  She assists me
with her movements and, when I am down to her panties and bra, she gets up
and leads me to her bed.  I watch as she removes the spread and lays down,
beckoning me to follow.  Quickly undressing, I'm beside her.

   "Dave, tonight is your night.  I want you to make love to me.  I wanted
it last night."

   Removing her bra, then her panties, I just enjoy looking at her
perfection.  Candy grabs my erection and pulls me into position to mount
her.  Her pussy grabs my cock and seems to draw me into her.  Her heat, and
the moisture, are heady.  Once I am fully inside of her I just relax and
enjoy the feeling.  It's everything I thought it would be.  Slowly, I begin
to fuck her.  Candy matches every stroke with a strong upward thrust.  We
really are pounding each other when I feel the surge.

   "Candy, I can't hold off much longer."

   "Oh, Dave, let yourself go!  I want to feel it!"

   And cum I did; surge after surge of hot cum blasts deep into her body,
then the long flight down from ecstasy.  The last time I felt like this was
the night Mari left for D.  C.  Candy has her legs curled over mine making
it very difficult to move.

   "Candy, that was phenomenal!  I haven't felt this good in a long time!"

   "Well, it was good for me as well!  I haven't had sex for nearly seven
months and it wasn't good at all.  You made if feel awesome!"

   My trip home is like riding on air.  I'm still riding the high when I go
to bed.

   Monday, arriving at work nearly half an hour early, I request an
extended lunch hour.  My boss looks up and approves without asking me why.
I start my machine and work till eleven forty five.  Dressed in my work
clothes I enter an upscale sound shop.  As usual, the looks I get from the
staff are ones of disgust.  Finally, a young female clerk approaches me and
pleasantly asks me if she can of help.  I ask her about delivery, telling
her of my problem.  She emphasizes that they will deliver anything I
purchase by three today.  She follows me as I point to items, pausing for
explanations of what they do.  As she puts sold stickers on all of the
items, I watch with interest as the co-worker's faces drop at the size of
the sale.  I can see the smirks on some of their faces, as they don't
believe the sale will be consummated.  The sound of the cash register
ringing up the sale fills the store.  It seems that during lunchtime on
Monday is not a popular sales time.  When I hand her my platinum Visa it
brings a radiant smile to her face.  Giving her Candy's address I am,
again, reassured that delivery will be by three today.  As I leave the
store, I wave to the group of sales people that looked down at me.

   "Have a nice day!  Never judge a book by its cover!"

   By the end of the day, I have completed all the tasks for the day.  The
half hour I took off didn't detract from my work.  It has been a great day.
The first thing I have to do is get cleaned up.  It is nearly six thirty
when I park in front of Candy's apartment.  After knocking, Candy opens her
door.  She still appears in total shock.

   "Dave, did you do this?  I can't believe it!  Look at my apartment!  I
won't be able to go to sleep tonight `cause there's no bed.  The television
and the surround sound are there!  Where am I going to put all this stuff
in my small apartment?"

   "Lock your door and follow me."

   Candy has a lost look on her face, but she does as she is told.  We take
the elevator to the top floor and I open the door to the new apartment.

   "Will this be big enough?"

   "Whose apartment is this?"

   "Yours, if you like it."

   "I can't afford anything this big!  The rent is more than I make!"

   "I didn't ask you to rent it, just if you want it."

   "It's so big!  The living room is bigger than my apartment.  Look at the
space in the kitchen and full size refrigerator and stove!  Whose place is
it?"

   "Yours, if you want it.  All the drapes and curtains come with the
apartment.  The super will have your belongings moved here tomorrow, if you
like it."

   "What is the catch?"

   "No catch.  I will pay the difference for a three-year lease up front,
so you will have no worries for three years."

   "Why are you doing this, Dave?"

   "Because I can.  I have the means and I enjoy helping others.  This is
yours, even if you never see me again.  Remember?  I told you that I never
break a promise or my word."

   "Oh, Dave, I could really learn to love you."

   Candy is in my arms kissing me.  We take the cooks tour of the
apartment. Candy can't believe the size of the bathroom compared to hers.
The second bedroom is as big as her current apartment.  The master bedroom
is humungous.  Being on the same side as her current one, she still can see
the park from her balcony.  She is standing in front of me, banging her bum
into my raging hard on.  I really don't think she realizes that she is
doing it.  She is so excited.

   "Dave, I love it, but what am I going to do with the space?  I don't
have nearly enough furniture to fill it.  My little bed in this big room
will look so small."

   "Get your coat on.  The furniture stores are open till ten.  We will see
what we can do to fill it up."

   Once inside the mega store I pick out a young female salesperson.  I ask
her to help us.  She looks at us then, I assume, the sales manager, whom
approaches us.

   "Can I help you?"

   "No thanks.  I have asked this young lady to help us.  Is that a
problem?"

   He blushes and stutters that it's okay for her to help.

   As we walk through the store, the clerk confides in us.

   "As a new clerk, I get the seventh customer.  I only had two today.  I
didn't think I would have anyone else.  You people are number two for this
evening.  Jerry is not going to be happy about this."

   "Well, if he gives you any problem you call me at this number.  What I
plan to spend here tonight should be enough to change his mind.  If not,
then I will pay you the amount you would get for commission in cash and
cancel the order."

   She looks at me timidly, concerned about getting into trouble.  I decide
to ensure she is not in any trouble.  I seek out the sales manager and I am
assured she will not be troubled by anyone.

   Candy is looking at the bedroom suites.  She currently only has a small
bed, with no matching items.  We order a queen size with all the accenting
pieces.  This store is so big it has a linen section as well.  Three
complete sets of sheets and three comforters are ordered, along with a
down-filled comforter for chilly nights.  Candy is in dreamland.  After a
three-piece sectional, with all of the accessories, we order a complete
dining room suite; pictures and accessory pieces follow.  Again, my Visa is
put to the test; delivery is arranged for Wednesday morning at ten.  I will
be off at five.  The young clerk can't believe the size of the sale.  I
can't believe the size of her chest.

   During the ride back, Candy is still dumbfounded.  She's staring at me,
unable to speak.  I reach over and pull her towards me.  She buries her
face in my shoulder and starts to cry.

   "What's wrong?  Aren't you happy?"

   "Nothing's wrong, Dave.  No one in all my life has ever done anything
for me.  My foster parents used me as free labor.  I've worked hard to get
what little I have.  Now, you come along and do this for me.  I didn't know
there're people like you."

   "Candy, I enjoy being with you.  What I did is for you.  There's no
hidden agenda."

   Her eyes are puffy from crying.  In her apartment, she's in my arms. 
She is so comfortable feeling there.

   "Dave, we can't get on the bed.  But I want you so much!"

   "Well, I can't say I don't want you.  You know I do.  Have you ever done
it standing up?"

   Candy drops her slacks and panties to the floor.  I follow suit.  She
puts her hands on the back of the full sofa and leans over to accommodate
me.  Candy is so wet I slide in without any effort.  Having her cunt
muscles squeeze my cock is heavenly.  Reaching in front of her, I massage
her clit while pumping.  She climaxes and, shortly after, I grasp her hips
and pull her to me, to get in a deep as possible and cum.  My knees nearly
give out as I explode.  I sit on the only chair and she sits on my knee. 
We are both breathing hard.

   "Dave, tonight will take up two pages in my diary!  You'll be the main
character!"

   My face is in the nape of her neck.  Her body smells and tastes good as
I kiss her.  I really can't get enough of Candy's kisses.  Her sexual scent
is heavy.  I can feel cum seeping from her puffy luv lips onto my lap.  We
both are a mess.

   "A shower is in order.  Is it big enough for two?"

   "Well, it'll be tight, but we can manage."

   Now, I have seen small showers before, but this one takes the prize. 
Once inside we have enough room to put a hand between our bodies.  There
would be no such thing as sex in this shower!  We just manage to bathe each
other.  My finger draws out gobs of cum from her pussy.  The warm water
washes it away.  Candy uses her fingers to clean every item of cum from my
foreskin and cock head.  She attempts to go to her knees, with no luck.

   After dressing, I kiss her and leave.  I promise to come and see her
Wednesday night about six.  Her apartment is so full I wonder where she
will finally sleep.  Wednesday will be interesting.  Candy will have a full
day with the move and the new furniture.

   Finally, Wednesday arrives.  Rushing home, to shower and shave, it
doesn't take long to be in front of Candy's apartment building.  There is
no answer at her old apartment.  When I try the door it opens, but the
apartment is empty.  When I get off the elevator on the top floor, I notice
a big sign on her door in bold letters: 'Welcome Dave!!!  I love you!' It's
a good thing I'm the only one in the hallway as the blush I have is
obvious. The door seems to have ears, as it opens upon my approach.

   "I've been listening for the elevator and kept hoping it was you!  I
missed you!  Come in, I hope you didn't have supper."

   Candy is in a long, flowing, sheer, white robe; I can see the outline of
her nighty beneath it.  Surprisingly, the apartment is in order.  Candy has
managed to arrange everything to her satisfaction.  The stereo is playing a
soft, romantic piece.  The odor of something delicious permeates the room.

   "The superintendent helped me for three hours arranging the furniture. I
can't believe it's all mine!  I have made dinner for us; it's the least I
can do.  One thing I did learn from my foster parents was how to cook.  I'm
pretty good at it."

   Standing next to Candy, the scent of her shampoo and her body splash
make me want her more than ever.  She turns and looks at me, gives me that
smile of hers, goes to her tiptoes and kisses me.  The taste of her
lipstick, and the feel of Candy's soft body next to me, nearly cause me to
forget the dinner she has prepared.  She must have sensed my feeling as she
pushes me away.

   "I worked for hard preparing dinner and you will at least taste it. 
Dessert will be later."

   We sit down to prime rib, roasted potatoes and vegetables.  I have to
admit, she's a very good cook!  With her skills, we will not have to waste
time going back and forth to restaurants.  And we can get into bed a lot
quicker too!  Yes I know it won't happen that way, but that is the way a
man's mind works.  During the meal I can't help myself: I can't keep my
eyes off Candy's beauty.  Her hair is shining and everything about her is
so sexy.  She's so radiant!  Her movements are so feminine; it's a joy to
watch her eat.  The robe has opened and is displaying a transparent sleep
bra.  Her nipples are rosy red and so delectable.

   "Dave, you have to eat your dinner before you get dessert."

   So, she's my dessert.  In that case, Dave will be a good boy and eat all
his dinner!  As we finish, and Candy starts to clean off the table, the
robe is now completely open.  She looks so luscious in that bra.  What
really gives my hard-on a jolt are the tailored boy panties.  The silky
material is molded to her charms.  I can see her luv lips that are open,
showing the outline of her luscious inner lips.  Helping her with the
dishes, her scent hits me every time we get close.  Candy's shampoo has a
slightly different scent then her body splash and the combination is
devastating to me!  It takes all my will power to not grasp her and carry
her to her new bedroom.

   "Dave, your dessert is ready; come, I want you to see my bedroom.  I
can't believe all this has happened!"

   Candy and her helpers must have worked all day to get everything in
place.  The room looks totally feminine.  The soft light radiates off Candy
making her look like a porcelain doll.  She drops the robe and climbs on
the bed.

   "Dave, get undressed and come to bed."

   I watch as she massages her breasts, exciting her nipples.  They are
pushing against the sheer material.  My clothes are piled on the floor.

   "Oh Dave, I love that!"

   Her hands caress my hard-on.  She drops, moves, kisses the head of my
cock and licks the drops of precum that are forming.  Then, I feel her
mouth engulf me.  I have a helluva time trying to hold back.

   "Oh, Candy, please . . .  I can't take much more of that.  Let me make
love to you, please!"

   She looks up at me, smiling, releases my cock and falls back onto the
bed with her legs slightly spread in a teasing manner.  Leaning over, I
kiss each nipple through her bra, and then kiss her body down to her pants.
Candy's sexual scent is so compelling.  Her dampness on the crotch of her
pants tells me she's as ready as I am.  She lifts her hips to allow me to
remove them.  One of the wonders of the world has to be between every
woman's legs.  I could stare at Candy's pussy all night.  The thin covering
of reddish hair frames her work of art.  Her inner lips are swollen with
excitement glistening with dampness.  Taking it in my mouth, I suck;
putting as much vacuum pressure on it as I can.  Candy's breathe whooshes
as she stiffens.  Her juice is flowing profusely.  Spreading her legs a bit
more gives me access to her engorged clitoris.  My tongue soon has Candy
climaxing.  I spend a good deal of time ingesting her flowing elixir.  In
my mind, this fluid keeps me young, at least young at heart.  My hard-on is
raging.  Moving my head from between her legs, I signal her to lie on her
tummy.  Candy's skin is so fair that any variance of color stands out on
her body.  Spreading her cheeks, I enjoy the view of her tight dark
rose-coloured sphincter.  It's the first time I have had an opportunity to
enjoy this view.

   Kissing both cheeks, I flick my tongue on her tight anal ring.  Candy's
body reacts like she has been touch by fire.

   "Dave, you shouldn't."

   Now, my tongue is attempting to open the pucker, Candy tightens the
opening.  I keep up the assault.  Finally, I feel her body relax as she is
now feeling the sexual excitement of having her anal opening rimmed.  Her
body tenses and she explodes with her first anal climax.  I kiss the
beautiful sphincter and roll her to her back.

   "Dave, I didn't know how good that could feel.  No one has ever touched
me there.  You're a wonderful lover!"

   All I could think of is how beautiful Candy is and that someday I will
help her realize just how many more wonders her rosebud can provide both of
us, but not tonight.  I arrange my body between her legs.  She grasps my
cock and aims it at heaven.

   "Dave, I thought of this all day.  When I made the bed all I could think
of is you and what you have done for me."

   Her dampness feels good as I slowly sink into her depths.  The
excitement of the night takes its toll.  I'm unable to control climax.

   "Candy, I'm sorry, but I'm going to cum."

   Her reaction is to hug me tight and push her hips against my groin.  The
relief of cum leaving my body and filling her cavity is indescribable. 
Candy is smothering me with kisses.

   Later, we chat about our future.  Candy's more than willing to keep me
hanging around.  It works for me.  Mari, and the memory of my dad, flares
through my mind.  For some reason, it is times like these that brings his
many comments back to me, all which are true; but, at the time, I was too
stubborn to realize it.  I'll call Mari tomorrow and tell her about the new
wrinkle in my life. 
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