Candy

She wore tight black jeans and leather sandals. A white, cropped t-shirt, no bra. He saw her walking across the parking lot, saw her long blonde hair bouncing as her whole body exuded a positive energy.

She knocked at his door and he was stunned. She was simply gorgeous. Pure, natural, delightfully lovely.

Her skin was fair, her eyes blue, and he was struck by her height. She was at least two inches taller than him, and she was just wearing sandals.

He noted the delightful deep red on her toes, the outline of the muscles of her legs. But, it was her eyes that caught him. He could barely stand to look at them. So intense, so hungry. Her pictures had not warned him of this.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, not really thinking his clothes would be on that long.

He led her to his bed, and they sat, side by side.

He asked her name - it really is Candy, she told him.

They talked about school, sports, things they liked. Basic introductions. She placed two condoms on the nightstand. He smiled.

She asked him if he wanted to keep talking or if he was ever going to kiss her. Yes, yes, he always liked the talking part - the getting to know you.

He leaned into her, tasted her soft lips. She wore no lipstick, no makeup of any kind that he could tell. Soft freckles around her nose and eyes. She was incredible.

Her long fingers wrapped around his shoulders, and she pulled him to her. Their kisses grew more intense, more hungry. His desire already pushing against the cotton sweatpants. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear, could see the clear, thick outline of his cock as it grew.

His hands were on her waist, moving up the soft skin of her stomach, up to her B-cup breasts. She let out a soft moan as his cool hands felt her flesh.

He pulled her shirt over her head, exposed her body to him. She’d already flicked off her sandals, and he took off his t-shirt, revealing a lightly toned body, firm from running.

His mouth enveloped her left breast, then her right. His hands now on her ass, pulling her into him, his hunger clear and present.

Her body wanted this, needed this. Needed his touch, his lips, his tongue, his mouth, his everything.

She reached into his sweatpants, felt his stiffness. His heat warmed her hands, her long fingers all the way down his shaft. She relished the feel of him, loved the pulsing veins.

Her scent intrigued him. She wore no discernible perfume. Her body smelled fresh, as if she’d showered recently, with a light hint of outside sweat. Her nipples were a deep pink, and he took his time playing with them. He enjoyed her response, her moans, the breathy exhalations as each new touch set off more sensations inside her.

He kissed down to her stomach, teased around her belly button. His fingers worked the button on her jeans, and he pulled them down, off, over each of her feet.

No panties. Just her - a neatly trimmed nest of soft hair just above her hungry pussy.

He placed a kiss at her ankle, then began kissing up her calf, her thigh, his finger against her clit, down, feeling wetness, sneaking inside.

He tasted her salty-sweet essence, her body writhing as he did.

His lips placed the softest kisses against her, his nose delighting in the scent of her, her body’s flavors trapped in the neat hair.

With two fingers, he massaged the inside of her. His tongue flicking and pressing against her clit. He formed a suction, and he did not let go. He found a rhythm, and she said his name. He was eager, hungry, and determined. His hand pressed against her stomach, holding her down a bit as she reached a climax.

He did not stop, licking and sucking and tasting even as she came and screamed and her body shook. He pressed on, fingering her now tighter, more sensitive cunt. He couldn’t stop himself, her cream against his lips, her climax on his tongue. And as he held her down, she came again.

He brought his head up to hers, let her taste her own cum on his lips. They kissed and held each other, and then he turned her over, tasted her back. He licked a line down her spine, left bites and kisses on her ass.

He kept on kissing, tasting her legs, the sweat of her two orgasms salty on his tongue.

He admired the curve of her feet, the high arch. He lifted a foot, tasted her big toe, tasted the sour, sweet, salty tastes of her. A hint of leather, a vision of red. He tasted each of her toes, licked and sucked, and appreciated all of them. Then onto the top of her foot, her ankle, back up to her center, back to that luscious pussy he craved.

She wrapped her long legs around him, her feet on his back, and placed her hands on his sweaty head. Pulled him into her. He was in heaven, his tongue dancing delicately, then hungrily. There was not enough of her. He could tell she was almost there, felt the pressure as she pushed him further in, felt her body tense, felt her cum harder than the last time.

She pulled his head up to her, wanted to please him. They kissed, and he placed her hand and those exquisite fingers on his thick cock, let her feel the pre-cum and heat. As they kissed, she stroked him. He looked into her eyes… told her he wanted to cum like this. Just her hand, his cock, and their lips locked in passion.

She saw his eyes, saw them grow wide, saw him close them, felt him tense up, felt his heavy flow of cum squirt hard against her hand, against her stomach. His grunt was from deep inside, he let out her name, and then he smiled, relaxed, collapsed, and held her.

They were stuck together - arms and hands and feet and legs - for an hour or so, just talking and laughing and smiling. She told him she had to leave, had class tomorrow.

He watched her walk across the parking lot. Her blonde hair bouncing, the red toes against the brown leather of her sandals.

He felt himself becoming aroused again, he smiled.