0 comments/ 100342 views/ 2 favorites Eye Candy By: Rosa After a long day of being at work and wanting desperately to come home and relax, the idea of a long hot bath filled with scented bubble bath, candles lining the edge of the garden tub casting a soft light, and some soft music was what I had in mind for the evening. A glass of wine was waiting for me after I toweled off and I slipped into my favorite navy blue satin robe. Lighting a few more candles, I curled up on the couch with a book that I had been anxious to read. Tied loosely around my waist, my robe would casually fall open exposing the roundness of my breasts. The smooth satin felt like your touch on my body -- soft and exquisite. With each breath I took, the material rubbed over my nipples causing them to become fully erect. This had a direct effect elsewhere as well. I welcomed the warm wet feeling between my legs and I began to ache for you. My mind kept drifting off to our lunch date earlier that afternoon and how handsome you looked sitting across the table from me. I kept replaying the conversation over and over in my mind about how you said I looked great in that little black dress I was wearing. Unbeknownst to you, while my hands were above the table and totally engaged in our conversation, below the table my legs were tightly clamped shut as I kept envisioning the steamy session we had the night before. Feeling inspired, I put the book down and got up from the couch. I went to my bedroom and began to rummage through my closet. I wanted to plan a special night that neither one of us would soon forget. I pondered the possibilities of what to do and wear while I sat on the edge of my bed. I stepped out of my robe and slid on a pair of faded button fly jeans and a sheer white, scoop neck shirt that ended where my jeans began. Should I lift my arms for any reason, my stomach would show briefly. Not wearing a bra, the outline of my nipples became clearly visible through the flimsy material. As it was, I was already aroused and my nipples were standing at attention. The sensations I was feeling in my breasts alone was mind numbing. This outfit certainly had its potential, but it wasn't quite what I had in mind. I reached a little further into my closet and came out with a sexy red dress that fit me like a glove. The red knit material clung to my body, accentuating my breasts, hugging my hips and moved with me when I walked. The thigh high slit showed off my chiseled legs that I had spent hours perfecting at the gym. I added a camisole slip, garter and hose, and a pair of sling back heels to complete the look. But still, it wasn't what I had in mind. In a last ditch effort to come up with something that would fulfill a fantasy of yours, I dug a little deeper. In my closet, I came across a pair of white string bikini panties that tied at my hips on each side and clung to my ass like a second skin. The contour of my labia was just barely visible. Good so far. I felt like a lottery winner when I found the white under wire bra that featured my breasts deliciously. A touch of lace to outline the bra made me feel very feminine, very sensual, and very aroused as was apparent between my legs. Another surge of wetness flowed out of my body and left its calling card on my panties. A pink hue washed over my stomach and chest. I slipped into a thigh high, plaid, navy blue pleated skirt. I found the white button-up shirt that you left behind the other night. I put the shirt on, tossed the tie onto the bed. I left the top two buttons undone so as to catch a glimpse of cleavage when I moved. White knee high socks, saddle shoes, the desired look was becoming more evident. I bunched my long, wavy, black hair into a ponytail and secured it with a white ribbon for decoration. I looked at my reflection in a full length mirror positioned on a wall in front of my bed. What I found was perfection, a Catholic school girl. A smile found it's way on my lips as I undressed and crawled into bed. That night I dreamed of all the things we would do when I would surprise you that Friday night with my outfit. Putting the plan into action took little effort on my part. The thought of seeing your initial reaction and the things to come made me crazy with desire and eager to capture the mood. I found the right wine and picking out the music was a cinch. All the details fell into place so nicely that I silently cursed myself for not thinking of this earlier. Friday night finally came. I hurried back to my place after work to put on the final touches before I set off to your house. In the shower, I took extra special care to make sure that the lips of my pussy were smooth to the touch...smooth for your tongue. The anticipation built as I got dressed. My juices were flowing in waves. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I checked to see how wet I was. With my left leg bent at the knee and planted on the bed, I slid my panties aside. I watched myself in the mirror as I gently traced the outside of my smooth slit. Fixed on the reflection of my wet pussy, I slowly inserted my index finger inside my sex. My mouth dropped open and I began to lick my bottom lip. My breathing became labored as I was filled with the unmistakable musky scent coming from between my legs. My head dropped back in pleasure after deeply inhaling my scent. A soft raspy moan escaped my lips. Almost immediately my legs clamped together tightly causing me to fall back on the bed. While one hand probed the folds of my sex, the other hand explored my body. I drew my fingers upwards and I caressed my lips with my fingertips. Pressing forward, my tongue began to flick the tip of my probing digit. My tongue raced wildly as I traced soft circles along the length of my finger. A trail of fading wetness was left from my mouth, down my chin and over my neck as my hand softly caressed my skin and I found my right breast. I traced along the soft outer curves causing my nipples to stir. My hand cupped my breast from underneath and worked its way back to the top then fanned out wrapping itself firmly over it. My back arched and twisted as I pinched my nipple to full erection. Writhing in ecstasy, I alternated pinching my nipples to occasionally licking my fingertip and softly tracing circles around the areola. The rhythmic stimulation on my breasts and nipples became too much for me to handle. My hand slithered down my stomach and spread open the lips of my labia. While my head tossed side to side and my eyes were tightly closed shut, my body tensed up one last time from the familiar sensations of my impending climax. My thumb and middle finger coaxed my clit as I brought myself over the edge to a mind numbing orgasm. Afterwards, I lay there for a few moments relishing the post orgasmic bliss I felt. I gathered my wits and finished getting dressed. As I left for the night, I grabbed a long black coat, the wine, and the music and set off to your house. The drive over was maddening. Before knocking on the door, I buttoned up the coat that concealed my attire. I left nothing to chance so as not to spoil the surprise. Upon opening the door you saw me standing before you in my black coat with the tote on my shoulder that carried the wine and music. Once inside, I greeted you with a long, hot kiss. My lips touched your lips ever so softly as I wrapped my arms around your waist, hauling you in for a long body to body kiss. As the kiss broke, I gently sucked on your bottom lip lingering in the moment. Without saying a word, I took you by the hand and led you further into the living room. "Wait here." I said, and grabbed the bottle of wine from my tote and set off towards the kitchen. Upon returning, I carried a high back pine kitchen chair. Motioning for you to sit down, I reached back into my tote and pulled out the CD that would be playing as I planned to take things one step further. While I explained the rules of the night, I lit a few candles. "One, your hands must remain on your lap unless I move them. Two, you may not touch yourself or touch me for that matter unless I say so. Is this understood?" The wry smile on your face and the widening of your eyes was all the answer I needed. Stereo remote in hand, I turned on the music. Truth be told, I was a bit nervous performing an erotic dance for you. However, you made it come so easily. No man has ever made me feel this way. The look in your eyes and the sexual tension in the air was more than enough to erase my fears. My body had a will of it's own. A longing. A desire if you will, to please you visually and physically. Feet planted shoulder width apart, my hips began to sway to the music as I raised one hand to caress your face. With the remaining hand I began to unbutton my coat. I slithered around you, causing you to crane your neck to watch my every move. I stood behind you as I tossed my coat on the couch and covered your eyes with my hands. The fragrance of my Sunflowers scented wrists enveloped you. The soft moan that escaped your lips made me want to keep going. I came around from behind you, still covering your eyes with my hands. Your outstretched arms reached blindly to bring me closer. I gently reminded you of the rules I had set forth. "Remember," I whispered in your ear, placing your hands back on your lap, "no touching until I say so." I leaned in and gave you a steamy kiss that left you lurching and begging for more. My fingertips were all that kept your eyes from seeing me. One step back and I could no longer touch your face. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open as you caught your first glimpse of me in my outfit. "You like?" I asked through a smile as I modeled for you by turning around in circles to let you see the entire picture. A frantic nod and the stirring in your jeans told me that you approved so far. My hips rocked in time with the music, as I placed my hands on my cardigan sweater. Methodically I unbuttoned the first of the three buttons. I watched you intently, memorizing the expression on your face. I wanted to remember this for a long time. I tossed the sweater to the couch and turned around so that all you could see was my back. I shimmied from side to side, my hips moving in perfect rhythmic pace to the music. I hiked up the back of my skirt allowing you to catch a sneak preview of my wet, white panties. The bulge in your jeans created quite the distraction for the both of us. I dropped to my hands and knees, providing a spectacular view of my cleavage and the fullness of my breasts still covered by their confines. I crawled my way up your legs, past your thighs and straight to the root of the distraction. My hand coaxed your twitching cock through your now tight fitting jeans and I smiled at you between kisses on your body, working upwards and settling into your lap, facing you. I leaned in and licked your neck while I brought my face higher until our mouths met in a soul searching kiss. On your lap, I slid my way closer to you while I grasped the third button of my shirt as the first two were purposely left undone. I stood up to throw my left foot on your right knee and began to remove my shirt. I could not have hoped for a better response. Your eyes spoke volumes. I felt my juices saturating the crotch of my panties making my inner thighs wetter than before. I slipped one shoulder at a time out of the shirt. My cream colored skin reacted to the warm air of the room. A shudder of intense pleasure raced down my spine. In the bend in my arm I held the gathered shirt tightly to my body by crossing my arms in front of my stomach yet leaving my bra fully visible. I allowed the shirt to drop to the floor while I worked a circle around you. Our eyes met. I wanted you in the worst way and I knew you wanted me too. As I inched my skirt up higher on my thighs, your hands moved towards the button of your jeans. "Do I need to tie your hands to the chair?" I asked. "No, I'll be a good boy. I promise." "All right then," I said, smiling at you. "That was your last warning. Next time I am going to tie you to the chair." I laughed wickedly while I set about to take off my skirt. I raised my hands to cup my face and gently sucked on both my index fingers then placed them on your lips. I traced along your lips going opposite directions with my fingers while your face followed my fingers until you managed to catch one and suck on it greedily. Your mouth felt hot against my finger, perfect conditions for my clit. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of my skirt and unfastened the navy blue button. I slid the zipper down enough to tease you with the top of my white panties, only to zip it back up. Quizzically, I nodded my head. Your eyes widened from the thought that my act would soon be over. Shaking your head side to side, I lowered the zipper again. A broad smile swept across your face as your head nodded up and down appreciatively. I rested my hands flat on my stomach then slowly fanned them outwards fully exposing my stomach. The quivering of my body was visible from where you were sitting. In one fluid motion, the skirt fell from my hips and lay in a pile on the floor. I kicked off my shoes after I stepped out of the skirt. I criss-crossed my arms over my stomach creating a mound of voluptuous cleavage while my hips rocked to the new beat of the music. The shadow of my body was illuminated on the wall, right down to my erect nipples straining to be set free from the confines of my bra. I mused for a moment wondering if I actually saw the dampness apparent in between my legs transposed on the wall. I curled my fingers under the cuff of my knee high socks and drew them down to my ankles, slipping past my heels and off my feet. The damp spot clearly visible in my panties was too much for you to handle. I felt your strong hands grab my hips and lower me onto your lap I ground my barely covered ass into your crotch while you wrapped your arms around my waist. With both hands on my knees I rose from your lap, grinning as I said, "That's it! I'm tying you to the chair." I scanned the room looking for something suitable to tie you to the chair. The thought then occurred to me that I had a ribbon in my hair that would be just perfect. As I untied the bow and my hair fell past my shoulders, I looked in your eyes and smiled. Soft curls framed my face as I bound both of your hands behind your back tying them to the dowels of the chair. I kissed your neck as I made the final knot that would secure you to your seat. But that wasn't enough. To take the torture a step further I put my left foot on your right knee again. Repeating my solo performance from earlier in the evening but this time for you, I slid my panties to the side, exposing the swollen lips of my labia. My probing digits slid effortlessly along my slit. Coated with my juices, I wafted my fingers under your nose, teasing you with my scent. Your head strained after my fingers trying in vain to taste my sweetness. I raised my fingers to my raisin colored lips and traced the outer edges with my tips, tantalizing you beyond your wildest dreams. I sucked in my index finger to taste myself as I lowered myself onto your lap again. I leaned in to kiss your trembling lips allowing you to taste my juice. Against my stomach, I felt your hard cock strain against your jeans. The heat mounted between us. I slid off your lap and cupped my breasts. Grasping the snap of the front closure bra, I released the tension. I slid the straps off my shoulders allowing the soft round bottoms of my breasts to slip through as I maneuvered my arms out of the straps. My body swayed and spun as I lost myself in the music. Lifting my hair off my neck allowed for the soft satin material that once covered my breasts to fall by the wayside. Eyes closed, and my knees bent slightly, my hips rocked to the beat. My hair fell softly out of my grasp. I continued to run my hands through my hair over and over, while my breasts now starved for attention, moved with my body. I opened my eyes, I had never seen you so lust filled before -- the look on your face was a novel of ecstasy. I decided that I had teased you long enough and stood behind you to kiss the nape of your neck while I removed the white ribbon that once held my hair and bound you to the chair. I returned to my original stance of standing before you and took your hands in mine, placing them on my hips where the strings that held my panties on were located. "Since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to allow you the honor of untying them." You made quick work of the strings causing the fabric that covered my neatly trimmed patch to fall forward. "Oh fuck me!" you muttered as your hands absentmindedly began to take your cock out of your jeans and rub it ever so slowly. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" you moaned as your head fell back and your cock swelled in your hand. "Baby, I'm almost done. Hold on. Just hold on a little bit more." With that I slid my right hand back and grabbed the remaining material that covered my ass. I turned around one final time while you watched me slowly slide my panties through my thighs. Shoulders rolling, I listened to the music to time myself when the whole dance would be over. As the last few notes faded away, I stood before you wearing nothing but a smile on my face. "Jesus woman, you're fucking killing me!" Taking your hand, I helped you up from your chair. We danced to the soft music that I had pre-selected while our hands roamed over each others bodies. My hands tugged at your shirt while you wrestled with taking your jeans off. I stopped for a moment to admire your naked body, then I kissed your neck on both sides, slowly working lower. I grazed your nipples with my teeth and pressed them against my tongue until they too were as erect as my own nipples were. The "Oh God" that you kept moaning alternated with gasps and sighs of pleasure while I continued to work my way down. I dropped to my knees again and kissed all around your stomach and thighs. My hair brushed over your now throbbing cock. It was now shiny and wet from the copious amounts of precum that had seeped out. I received my encouragement to go farther when I felt your hands stroking my hair. I replaced the kissing around your cock with gentle flicks of my tongue. I pursed my lips over the head and my tongue slowly danced on the tip of the head while my lips wrapped around the shaft making for the perfect fit. Working in unison, my tongue traced over every bump, ridge and vein along the shaft, while my mouth was hot and wet. My hands cupped your balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. I noticed your knees shaking and your hips starting to rotate. I slowed the pace when I sensed that you were about to cum. Still on my knees, my tongue went to work on your cock. I switched between long, slow, flat strokes and short, fast flicks causing the skin around your balls to tighten further. Long gone was the rhythmic breathing you started the night out with as it was replaced with long deep breaths and sighs of intense pleasure. When I looked up at you, I watched you writhe as I pleasured you. It was such a turn on to see that. I began to massage my clit in between thumb and index finger. I began to rock involuntarily as the massaging and your moaning became too much for me to handle. I started to cum while I had you in my mouth humming my way through my orgasm that sent vibrations through your body. With a tight hand hold on my shoulders, your hips moved in a blur while your cock jutted in and out of my mouth. I felt you hit the point of no return and I slipped a finger lubed up with my juice up your ass and massaged your prostate. Your head fell back and with one final thrust you shot rope after rope of cum into my waiting mouth. I stroked your cock through your orgasm and drained your balls of every bit of cum. As the grip on my shoulders let up I gave you one last lick and suck. Curling my legs underneath me, I reclined against the back of the couch and smiled at you. Eye Candy When you bent down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around your shoulders and brought you down to the floor with me. Entangled in a passionate kiss we rolled around on the floor and our bodies pressed tightly together, I threw a leg over your body and positioned myself on top of your hips, slowly rocking back and forth. The gliding of my labia massaged itself along your spent unit bringing it back to life. My juices coated the shaft and dribbled down your balls and through the crack of your ass. Raising slightly, I slid my way onto your cock and lowered myself slowly onto it, filling myself in the process. With one hand on your chest and the other rubbing my clit, I let your hands on my hips set the pace of our rocking. Before long, my pussy began the familiar rhythmic contractions as I neared yet another orgasm. As the pace quickened, my pussy milked your cock while my head rolled side to side and I bit my bottom lip. I bounced wildly on your cock when I felt your hands move to my breasts to pinch and twist my nipples. I was grinding hard when I finally let myself go over the edge. My body was consumed with a constant throbbing in my clit that felt so damn good. Finally I collapsed on your chest. You rolled me over to my back and pinned my arms above my head, never breaking our connection. The sweat on our bodies was mixing between us when I threw my right leg over your shoulder. Such a solid cock pounding I was receiving! My breasts shook like a bowl full of Jello. I listened to the steady sounds of your balls slapping against my pussy, the groans and sighs of pleasure and felt the intense feeling of your cock sliding in and out of my wet channel, that my hips lifted off the floor and began to rotate. My back twisted and arched as I dug my fingers in your back and tucked my head in your shoulder when I started to come again. Seemingly I shook uncontrollably for 5 minutes while my mind went numb and my pussy contracted around your cock coaxing it to the point of setting you off again. Your hips slammed against my body as you shot another load of hot cum deep inside me. I held on tightly as we both shared an orgasm that certainly would go down in the books. Still intertwined, we rocked together slowly and lingered in a soul searching kiss until you slipped out of me. A contented sigh blew past my lips as we lay on the floor together, listening to the last song of the night. After helping me to my feet, I took a couple of candles and blew the rest out while you turned off the remaining lights. Half way up the stairs, I turned around letting the candles cast a soft glow on my face. "Are you coming with me?" I asked. "Yes dear, I'm coming with you." Eye Candy Karalynn waltzed down the stairs and scanned the posh black tie event for any decent looking men. Two golden spheres threatened to explode out the top of her slinky red dress. The salesperson had described it as a plunging neckline and it dipped all the way to the valley between her heaving breasts. Her slender temptress legs were covered with black lace- topped thigh high's. She meandered over to the bar and as she waited for her Bacardi and coke she squeezed her legs together and relished the feel of the silky, smooth nylons against her skin. She smiled at the secret that she kept. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She had slipped them on, but then slid them off again and smiled slyly at her deviousness. She also wore unnaturally high black heels that added inches to her already up- to- there legs. She sipped her drink from the icy glass as her dark eyes searched the room. Shiny, ebony hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was thick and blanketed her during sex. Her last boyfriend liked to pretend that she was Pocahontas and he was John Smith. She had also been a hula girl for him once. But she wasn't Indian or Hawaiian she was Japanese- American and any man who couldn't figure that out didn't deserve to be with her. Before Karalynn became completely lost in her own remorse a tall, shadowy figure caught her eye. He made eye contact with her and said adieu to the person he was speaking with. As he moved towards her Karalynn could see his dark hair was long and it reflected the mood lighting of the ballroom. His coffee brown eyes hid any feelings that he was harboring. He was dressed in a black and white tuxedo. He fought his wayward hair to remain behind his ears but it wouldn't. His wide, square jaw was peppered with a five o'clock shadow. They moved towards each other and met along the perimeter wall of the modest sized ballroom. He walked towards her confidently and she swayed her center of sexuality as she moved closer to him. Their eyes remained fixed upon each other and his pink lips transfigured themselves into a smile. Karalynn knew who he was before he introduced himself. He was Jeremy Mcaffee, the C.E.O's son. But Karalynn was taken with this man and she could feel her heart racing with the optical pleasure that he was providing her. Eye Candy. When they converged the world around them ceased to exist. She raised her pale golden arm and pushed a lock of hair back behind his ear. His gaze startled her and Karalynn was shocked that she had the audacity to touch this Adonis. Her pointed tongue crept out of her mouth and imbued her Randy Red lips with moisture. She politely smiled at him but said nothing. He wished that this goddess before him would speak, but he took the initiative. "Hello. I'm Jeremy." His voice was deep and meaningful. Karalynn was scared that he was going to be the run of the mill cocky son- of -the- boss, but he wasn't. When he opened his mouth to speak his melodic words resonated like a twenty piece orchestra. He had the voice of an angel and the face of a god. Karalynn's fear that he was going to be all looks and no brain was quickly put to rest. With his introduction he had said so much more than just his name. "I'm Karalynn." As soon as the words escaped her she wished that she could have taken them back and said them differently. Her voice came out thin and lifeless. She became afraid of the power that this man seem to have over her but she found that she was also strangely enjoying it. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?" She followed him without answering. Karalynn felt her conscience telling her that she should be wary of this man but she allowed herself to be led into the game room. The walls were paneled with dark wood and the ceiling was low. Jeremy's presence filled the tiny room. Karalynn was apprehensive and her palms were moist with desire and the fluttering in her stomach was growing more persistent. Jeremy walked behind the cherry wood bar and poured himself a drink. Karalynn took note of her surroundings. Rich, chocolate brown carpet made the concrete basement floor luxurious. The walls were bare and the track lighting dimly lit the room. A brown La- Z- Boy chair sat angled in the far corner of the room and a matching couch was perched nearby. Only a red felt topped pool table separated her and Jeremy. She looked over the billiards table and settled on Jeremy's smiling face staring at her. "Looking for an escape route?" "Not at all. Should I be?" "That depends." "On what, pray tell." "You." Karalynn nodded. "Oh." "Are you enjoying Dad's holiday get together? He thinks that I need to be here. This is my favorite room in the house. I used to come here when I was little to escape from my Mom and Dad's parties. I know, I sound like all the other rich kids, bitching and moaning. But, I never asked to have rich parents. If I had it my way I would give all of this up to have had a father who was there for me. Someone to play pool with me." He nodded towards the pool table and then took a gulp of his Chivas. Karalynn walked around the pool table and as she did so she sent the cue ball careening into other miscellaneous balls that adorned the top of the table. When she arrived in front of Jeremy she set her brown eyes on him and he put his manly hand under her chin and raised her head. He leaned down and sent her on a roller coaster ride with his kiss. He put his hands under her arms and gently lifted her onto the pool table. She gave herself to him. He was her God and she was his clay to mold. He pushed her long black hair behind her shoulders and started kissing her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe and she moaned her approval. As she was immersed in the pleasure she noticed a nagging feeling creeping up on her. She wasn't wearing any underwear. It started as a small black dot, like a cavity, but as the sweetness of Jeremy attacked her it took over her body and crippled her. She throbbed with pain. She wanted Jeremy to like her and care for her. She was tired of one-night stands. She wanted someone who wanted more from her than just her body. But deep down she was afraid that maybe there wasn't anything more to her than her body. Whether most of the people that she had slept with cared for her or not the feeling of being wanted was just the same. Or so she thought. But she knew that it wasn't because she still had that emptiness and aching inside of her. She tried to concentrate on being seduced, but she couldn't. She felt dirty and shameful and she was sick with the thought of the horrified look that Jeremy would have when he found out. She pushed him away and asked him to stop. As she looked up at him her pleading eyes were welling up with tears. "Karalynn, it's okay." She shook her head and sent pools of salty tears streaming down her face, as she turned red with embarrassment. She had never lost control before and she no longer enjoyed it. "Honey, whatever you want. It's okay. I'm not going to do anything that you don't want." She believed him. The gentleness in this large creature had swept her off her feet again. She was glad that she was sitting on the pool table because her legs would have betrayed her. She lifted her moistened eyelashes to him and uttered, "I'm not wearing any underwear. I am dirty and shameful and you don't want me. All I am is a body, and nothing more." She was amazed at how honest she was being. Karalynn was not a quiet person, but she was secretive. She avoided all intimate questions with mind games and men found her intriguing. She felt shallow and had hoped that Jeremy would be able to fill the emptiness inside of her. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong with not wearing any underwear." She didn't agree with him but he gave her a tissue and she dabbed away the tears that slid over her dimpled cheeks. After she regained her composure she laughed at herself. "I'm sorry." Jeremy didn't mind that she had broken down. He hated plastic people who had no real feelings and rehearsed every emotion. He thought that Karalynn had been the most palpable and beautiful when she was crying. His body was still wrought with desire for her. He held her golden hand between his callused brown palms. She was soft, smooth, and womanly. He picked her up and carried her to the oversized leather couch in the darkened corner. He placed her on the couch and she urged him on with her dark, sultry eyes. "Are you sure? It's okay if you're not." She grasped his head and pulled him towards her. He kneeled beside her and began kissing her deeply and passionately. Karalynn kissed him back and her golden hands held his dark head close to her. He nibbled her bottom lip and then thrust his pink tongue into her mouth and stroked the roof of her mouth. He tore away from the kiss and ran his hot tongue over the delicate curve of her neck. His warm, wet kisses made her body salivate for him and she undressed him as he administered kisses to her collarbone. She pushed his black tuxedo coat off of his shoulders and onto the floor. She fumbled with his shirt buttons but within minutes she ran her hands over his smooth, bare chest. She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed his biceps. She always fell for a great pair of arms. Jeremy pulled away from the kiss and began to undress her. He delicately raised her foot and unbuckled her black high -heeled shoe. He let each one drop to the floor. He ran his hands up the length of her shapely legs as he shot her a smoldering look. His hands slid behind her and undid the fastening of her dress. He drew the top down to her waist and exposed her cleavage. He dipped his head low and licked the swell of her breasts. Karalynn murmured with delight. Jeremy shifted her as he slid his arms around her back to unleash her breasts. He fumbled with the clasp and Karalynn smiled. He peeled the strapless black lace bra from her golden body and dropped it next to her shoes. Karalynn bit her lower lip and watched through glazed eyes as Jeremy's strong masculine hands fondled her suntanned breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumbs across her nipples until they tightened into two erect buds and a sigh emanated from Karalynn. He captured her nipple in his mouth and encircled it with his tongue. Slowly at first and then he gradually increased his speed. Jeremy's hot saliva ran down Karalynn's breast in little trickles that drove her wild with anticipation. When he saw how he was undoing her he applied his torture to her other aching breast. Karalynn arched her back and thrust her breasts towards his mouth as she shook her head back and forth. The bulge in Jeremy's pants grew harder as his groin rubbed against Karalynn's thigh high clad legs. He thought that he might explode with his lust for her so he grabbed her dress and tugged it down her long shapely legs. She kicked it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. Karalynn was gorgeous and Jeremy was quickly losing control of the situation. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers grabbed the lace of each thigh high and simultaneously stripped her bronzed legs of them. She lay before him, naked and beautiful, and Jeremy knew that he was already in love with her. He slid away from her and ran his tongue around the circular protrusion of her anklebone and continued his burning path towards her knee. His tongue grazed the back of her knee with light feathery strokes and Karalynn closed her eyes and arched her back. Never before had a man cared about her so much that he devoted his attention to her and not himself. Karalynn's body was on fire. Jeremy's tongue continued its path up her thigh but he changed his torture method to soft kisses. Karalynn grew moist between her thighs and she ached for him. Jeremy knelt on the floor and rested his upper body on the couch. He covered her abdomen with sensual kisses before he parted her legs and tickled her swollen clitoris with his tongue. Karalynn grabbed Jeremy's head and held it between her legs. Her hips rocked with the pleasure his pointed tongue inflicted upon her most sensitive spot. Karalynn closed her eyes and lost herself in the experience. Jeremy began to thrust his tongue in and out of her. Soon she writhed her hips wildly against his mouth as she neared orgasm. Her legs closed tightly around his head and would not let go. Jeremy pulled his tongue from inside of her and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Karalynn thrust her body haphazardly and arched her back until Jeremy sent her over the edge into a heavenly flight of colors and emotions that came so fast her mind couldn't register them. She experienced them as they washed over her and then released her from their grip. Jeremy smiled at Karalynn as her eyelids opened and closed slowly with the longing for sleep. He watched her as she enjoyed the calmness that follows a storm. When she emerged from her hazy state of drunken pleasure she found Jeremy sucking on her clitoris, again. Karalynn had never felt so warm and safe as she did with Jeremy. She sat up and looked into his eyes. "You are like no man that I have ever been with. Long ago I stopped believing there were any decent men. It seemed to me that they just beat you, or raped you, or worse yet only pretended that they loved you. But, way down inside I always dreamed of real love. You know, the kind of love that movies are made of. I always thought that I was silly. My theories of love have gotten me hurt plenty of times. Recently, I started settling to just have a man think that I was beautiful. One night of lust was better than nothing." "Oh, Karalynn. There are decent men in the world. Real love does exist, but maybe it's not quite like in the movies. And, and its not silly, your thoughts about true love, everyone dreams of it, I think. We all get hurt, but without the bitter you can't appreciate the sweetness life offers. Karalynn, you are beautiful and you shouldn't need any horny man's one night stand to prove it! Do you think that this is only going to be a one time thing?" "I don't think that I can take the pain of that thought right now. I'm sorry that I'm such an emotional mess. I guess that life has been throwing me some curves that I don't know how to handle. Oh, just forget everything that I've said. Sex makes me honest." She looked away from him and for the second time that night he realized that beneath the tough exterior was a scared little girl who didn't always know what she wanted. Karalynn's drive had scared him. Jeremy never knew anyone who seemed so resolute on what they wanted and he didn't think that she was real. But, he realized that she was a real person with feelings and emotions and he loved her. As he looked at her down cast eyes all of his yearning for her returned. He leaned towards her and kissed her. Karalynn pulled Jeremy down on top of her. Her hands feverently unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor. Karalynn removed every article of Jeremy's clothing. Her eyes drank in his naked body in hungry gulps. She had been with a few men but Jeremy was striking. She could tell that he was a man who took pride in his appearance and certainly was not bashful. He was strong and gentle, masculine and efficient, but caring and sweet. Karalynn slipped onto the floor between his legs and began caressing his thighs with her tongue. She wanted to give Jeremy the same pleasure that he had given her. She wrapped her slender hand around his brown penis and gave him a look that set his loins on fire. She pushed her pointed pink tongue between her lips and licked the tip of his penis, all the while keeping eye contact with him. She pulled the bulbous tip of his penis into her mouth and then she slid her mouth down until her lips were kissing his brown curls. Jeremy gasped with the excitement of seeing his entire manhood being submersed in her honey sweet mouth. Karalynn pleasured him orally until she knew that he was about to climax. She stood up abruptly and straddled him. He stared into her eyes as her body swallowed his entire length. Jeremy ran his hands up and down the length of her back. He grabbed her hips and sucked her erect nipples as she bounced up and down in his lap. Karalynn's hands gripped his biceps as she took him into her, retreated, and suddenly returned to retreat and return again. Jeremy ran his hands along her smooth thighs and clutched her round ass cheeks. Karalynn threw her head back, arching her back, and thrust her breasts into Jeremy's face. He captured her breasts in his mouth and suckled her. Jeremy's breathing became ragged and irregular. Karalynn knew that he was drawing close to coming. She grabbed his head and kissed him wildly as she bucked on top of him. Jeremy's entire body became rigid and he held Karalynn close to him as he emptied himself into her. Moans of ecstasy escaped from deep within his throat and Karalynn ground her hips into his groin. Jeremy collapsed against the back of the leather couch and closed his eyes. Karalynn dabbed the sweat drops from his forehead and ran her hand through his hair. Jeremy looked at her with the Stupid Post- Orgasm Grin as he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped them in it. "Well, I guess that it's my turn to be overly honest." Jeremy chuckled. "That was amazing. I have never been with anyone who was able to let go of their inhibitions and try a position other than missionary. Oh, where were you before I made all my mistakes? Oh, Karalynn, you could have saved me from so much. But you're here now and that's all that matters." Jeremy sighed with satisfaction. "Can I get you anything?" "Maybe some clothes to sleep in," Karalynn asked. She thought that she might have been taking a gamble. Even though they had just experienced a beautiful moment Karalynn still couldn't let her guard down completely, yet. "Oh, of course. I'll be right back." Jeremy wrapped a bar towel around his waist and bound up the stairs. When he returned he was wearing a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and he had brought the matching shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants for Karalynn. He handed them to her and then dimmed the lights. The music of the party overhead could still be heard as the two drifted of into sleep. Karalynn awoke to the mingling scents of coffee and sausage. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. When her eyes focused she didn't recognize any of her surroundings. She sat up and looked around. It was a few minutes before Karlaynn could recall where she was and just as her mind put the puzzle together Jeremy ambled down the narrow staircase. "Hey sleepyhead!" Karalynn smiled at him. Jeremy gave her directions to the nearest bathroom and asked her to join him upstairs for breakfast. Karalynn used the bathroom and then stumbled upstairs to find Jeremy sitting at one end of an oak table petting his golden retriever while he waited for her. Together they enjoyed pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs, and coffee. Jeremy raced through breakfast, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and told Karalynn that he had to go. He assured her that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked and he would call as soon as he got into the office to check on her. Karalynn could see him pulling out of the driveway in the expensive silver Mercedes- Benz that his father had bought him. After Jeremy left Karalynn found some paper in her purse and left her phone number on the pool table with her signature lipstick print. She put on her red dress, but this time she had no choice. She stuffed her pantyhose into her purse and slipped her feet into her shoes, not bothering to buckle them. She picked up Jeremy's rumpled tuxedo pants and a brown leather wallet toppled to the floor. Karalynn picked it up and opened it. Jeremy's license stared at her. She flipped out the flap and looked upon a picture of Jeremy and a beautiful blonde. She looked at the other pictures. They were all of the Blonde. Karalynn's eyes welled up with tears. She dropped the clothes and wallet on the floor and grabbed her keys. She ran up the stairs and squealed her tires as she pulled out of the driveway. She didn't even want to think about what it could mean. Eye Candy When Jeremy got to his office he reached into his pocket to get his identification card and realized that he had forgotten his wallet. Suddenly he remembered that it was in his tuxedo pants. Jeremy banged his fist against the wheel. He had pictures of him and his soon to be ex- wife in there. He hoped that the worst-case scenario didn't happen. Karalynn sped away from Jeremy's house and never looked into the rearview mirror. As she was rounding the bend in the road she smacked into another vehicle. It was a silver Benz. As the two cars sat in the road twisted around each other both passengers were dead with their worst thoughts. Thanks for reading Eye Candy, please take a moment to vote on this story. Comments are always appreciated, too! Eye-Candy Submitted at the eleventh hour, but I've had an entry in the Nude Day contest every year since at least 2003, and I didn't want to miss this year!