Ecstasy

Candace felt hot, slick liquid pool between her legs as she digested his words. She trained her eyes on him, and every time she was tempted to shut him out, to experience this radical pleasure all by herself, he said, “Open up, Candy. Open up.”

She lifted her heavy lids and instinctively widened her legs underneath the table, opening everything up for the man she was falling for heedlessly.

Candace was on the brink of bursting when the waiter arrived with their dishes. She was tempted to turn off the machine purring away on her clit, she began to lift her finger off the button, but Charlie’s eyes held her in some sort of magnetic pull, so she continued to hold the switch down.

As she continued to detonate in her seat, the waiter set down their plates and then since they were obviously ignoring him, he stepped away from the table again without a word.

Charlie whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” and it was enough to make her close her eyes and fall back into her chair, holding onto the remote for dear life as she fell deeper and deeper into the void.

When she finally resurfaced, it took her several long moments to figure out what had happened, to remember where she was. All she knew was that Charlie was with her, as he had been for every one of the best sexual releases she had ever experienced.

She took in his broad grin across the table, and the expectant, slightly nervous look on his face suddenly made her want to shout out with happiness.

“Wow,” Charlie said. “That was more intense than I thought it would be.” He looked a little worried as he said, “Are you angry with me?”

“Nope,” she said matter of factly. “It was a great lesson. At least as good as one and two.” Taking a sip of champagne she leaned closer to him across the table and said, “I have to tell you, I can’t wait to find out what you have planned for lesson four.”

The look of surprise on Charlie’s face turned into laughter and he relaxed back into his chair.

“You certainly are full of surprises,” he said with obvious appreciation.

Candace just smiled a new I’m-All-Woman-So-Watch-Out smile. She waved the waiter over to their table.

“Could you pack up our food into a doggy bag and leave it up at the front desk?” she asked him sweetly. “We just remembered a meeting we need to be at right away.” Reaching into her purse, she threw a wad of twenty-dollar bills onto the table and stood up.

She held out her hand to Charlie. “Come with me,” she said in a husky voice.

He rearranged the enormous bulge in his trousers and slid the chair back to stand up. Candace folded her small hand into his large, warm one and a shiver ran up her spine.

She was being so naughty! She hardly recognized herself as the woman she’d been for the past twenty-eight years.

Stepping outside into the ocean breeze, laughter bubbled up through her. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled Charlie along towards the grove of trees several hundred yards from the restaurant. They walked in silence until they reached the small forest.

Candace ducked her head to get under the branches of the nearest cypress tree and stepped inside to find a small clearing of soft, white sand in the middle of the circle of huge trees.

She turned to Charlie, who had followed her into the center of the grove, and put her hands on either side of his gorgeous face. Standing on her tippy-toes she tilted her neck to nip at his lips with her teeth. She tasted the salty breeze on them with her tongue.

“Candy,” he groaned, wrapping his large hands on her ass, pulling her against his erection, grinding her against him.

She sank to the sandy floor and he descended with her, their lips and tongues still entwined in a sensuous dance.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to let that huge c**k of yours go to waste, did you?” she asked him, mirth twinkling in her large brown eyes as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing penis.

Rolling him over onto his back, she crawled up on top of him, stroking the velvet skin on his hard-as-steel c**k as she did so. He reached up under her skirt and roughly pulled the motorized thong from her hips. She moved her legs to help him get the panties off.

She licked her lips and with great concentration kneeled above his c**k and guided it into her wet hole with her hand. He leaned up to kiss her and as their lips found each other, she began to ride him with a ferocity that was more than he could handle after already watching her explode twice in her seat at the restaurant.

Her tight, slick cunt sucked his c**k so thoroughly he knew he was going to blow. Wanting to take her with him he slid his hand up under her skirt and pressed his thumb against her engorged clit.

Together, they fell into a gulf of intense pleasure, kissing each other frantically, thrashing heedlessly against each other as they climbed higher and higher on the soft sand floor of their private love shack.

Chapter Nine

After shaking his hand and saying, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson,” Candace got into her car and drove away.

Charlie stood in the parking lot and watched her leave. He was unaccountably disappointed. He had hoped that maybe they had progressed beyond the handshake. Hell, he'd thought they had progressed beyond a handshake the minute she started stripping off her clothes and he had pressed his tongue to her eager clit.

He ran his hands through his hair and walked out onto the beach, sitting down on an old log. He knew what was happening to him and it scared the shit out of him.

Good old Charlie Gibson, writer extraordinaire of erotic romance, who hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since his messy divorce five years earlier, was falling in love.

And he didn’t have a clue how to tell the object of his affection how he felt.

“So much for being good with dialogue,” he muttered into the wind and let the waves carry his words away.

* * *

Candace drove home from the restaurant Monday night still wearing the remote controlled thong, with the controls stashed neatly in her little purse along with her silk panties. A balloon of joy was swelling up inside of her chest.

Being with Charlie made her feel good. Okay, so being with him made her pu**y feel incredibly good, but it was more than just the sexual rush she got whenever he was near her.

When she was with Charlie, she felt like the best of her was actually breaking out. The walls she had built up around her heart to protect herself from pain were falling, one by one, and even though she was frightened about what lay ahead, she wasn’t sorry that she had embarked on this crazy ride with Charlie.

My mentor, she thought, and laughed wickedly, thinking about how upset Sheba, Queen of the Sluts, would be if she knew just how hot and hands-on Charlie’s version of mentoring actually was.