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Vanilla Papi

By: Mystery_Meat



Edited by Talynnda

This is a sequel to "Caramel On Vanilla", and will provide more enjoyment if read in sequence.

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John just assumed that Sylvita (whom everyone called Sly) did not view him as a potential husband. After all, he was old enough to be her father. She was a twenty four year-old, raven-haired beauty, with a terrific ass, and a slim waist which accentuated her large, firm breasts. Her beautiful, brown eyes made John's heart race whenever he gazed into them. Touching her smooth, young, caramel-colored skin was a slice of heaven. She could have almost any young man she wanted, but she kept returning to John for sex. As a result, John treated Sly very kindly without being possessive, and did not take her for granted. Whatever gave his Latina angel pleasure gave him pleasure.

Having discovered that touching her hair was a powerful turn-on for Sly, John paid special attention to her dark tresses, which reached to just below her breasts. Running his fingers through Sly's soft, straight hair was a sensual delight. He took pleasure in washing her hair for her. Then he would brush and blow-dry it. Sly would moan very softly as John sensuously dried her hair. By the time Sly's hair would be dry, her pussy would be wet and John would be hard. It became foreplay.

For Sly, John became her secret guilty pleasure. She told nobody about her orgasm-filled sex sessions with her fifty year-old white neighbor. She knew that her parents wouldn't approve, and her friends would probably make fun of her. Because Sly's parents and John were neighbors, when Sly wanted to spend the night at John's she would have to park her car elsewhere and John would pick her up and sneak her into his house. It was worth it to Sly because none of the young men she'd had sex with came close to John as a lover. In addition, John remembered the little things. On Sly's birthday, John surprised her with an expensive bottle of Tresor. It was a fragrance Sly had never smelled before, but immediately loved. When Sly needed advice or just needed to talk, she and John would walk, hand in hand, down the beach, and Sly would benefit from John's experience. Because John treated Sly so specially, she went out of her way to give him pleasure... the delicious circle. 

Sly's private pet name for John was 'Vanilla Papi'. She'd whisper it to him while they snuggled, and she addressed his e-mails that way. 

In the heat of passion, Sly would often moan, "Aaayyy Papi..."

Sly discovered that, during sex, it excited John even more when she'd talk dirty to him in Spanish. In turn, John taught Sly that there was no need to feel guilty about finding differences in skin color, age, or anything else to be powerful turn-ons. This was true even of Sly's bisexuality. 

Sly had discovered her own bisexuality some months earlier during a threesome with John and a beautiful, older blonde named Heather. As much as Sly would have enjoyed more threesomes with Heather, they were to be few and far between. It turned out that Heather was married and couldn't frequently sneak away.

At this time, Sly's closest friend was a lovely Latina named Raquel. She was Sly's age (24), and also single. Raquel's skin was a couple of shades darker than Sly's; more of a cocoa shade. Whereas Sly's Puerto Rican bloodlines tended toward the Spanish / Caribe Indian, Raquel's included some African genes. Raquel was also a good-looking young woman. Her black hair was curly, with ringlets that reached almost to her breasts. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes with their long lashes, were hypnotically beautiful. Her lips were full and sensuous. Raquel didn't possess Sly's model figure, but her body was shapely and sexy nonetheless. Her 36D bust complimented her firm, shapely ass. Raquel had no problem attracting men, but was just into casual dating at the time.

After John informed Sly that a local art gallery was going to feature some of his paintings, including some that Sly had modeled for, he invited her to the opening night. Sly gladly accepted, and then phoned Raquel. Knowing that John would be obliged to speak to potential buyers, Sly asked Raquel to go along for company. After hearing that there would probably be free wine, Raquel thought it might be fun. They agreed on wearing slightly conservative skirts, tops, and heels. In that warm summer weather, both women skipped any form of stockings.

The evening of John's show, Sly walked over to John's house, and from there they took John's car to pick up Raquel. Sly introduced her friend to John, and the threesome drove to the gallery. Arriving at the gallery, John held the door for the young ladies and motioned them inside.

A distinguished looking man with a gray beard approached the trio, smiled and said, "Hello John. Always good to see you."

"Good to see you too, Ian," John said as he shook Ian's hand. "Ian, I'd like you to meet Sylvita, who is the model in some of my works which you have on display tonight." 

Sly held out her hand, smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, and please call me Sly."

Ian gently shook her hand and replied, "It's a pleasure meeting you too, Sly. I recognize your lovely face from the paintings."

"Thank you," Sly said.

"And, Ian, this is Raquel. She's also my guest this evening," John said, motioning to the other young woman.

"Nice to meet you," Raquel said and extended her hand. 

Ian smiled, gently shook Raquel's hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, too."

Rather than being annoyed at having two young Latinas in his gallery who weren't there to spend a lot of money, Ian was pleased to have two sexy young women there to help keep the male clientele in the gallery.

"Please, let me show the three of you around the exhibit," Ian said, and motioned them further into the gallery. 

"I think you're gonna like this, Sly," John said.

Ian led the threesome over to a large table, on which were a variety of bottles, cheese, and crackers. 

"Would anybody like some wine or champagne? I take it you lovely ladies are old enough to drink?" Ian said with a smile.

"I'll try some of that blackberry merlot," John said reaching for a bottle and a plastic cup.

"That sounds good," Sly said.

"Me too," Raquel said.

John poured three cups of wine, and they began their tour of John's exhibit. The first painting was an impressionistic seascape, but the second painting was one of Sly in a bikini, sitting on the hood of a car, her long, dark hair blowing in the breeze. 

"Look, it's you!" Raquel said, tugging on Sly's sleeve.

"I remember that day," Sly said to John. She looked at him with a subtle, sexy smile that he would understand. That had been the day they'd first had sex together.

"Do you like it, Sly?" John asked.

"I love it," Sly said and kissed John on the lips.

Raquel was a little surprised by her friend's reaction, but said nothing.

As they toured the exhibit, Sly was proud to see that four of John's paintings featured her. After they had seen all of John's paintings, the threesome helped themselves to more wine and found three seats together. Ian excused himself to attend to some new visitors. Soon the gallery began to fill with art buffs. From time to time, Ian would bring potential buyers over to introduce to John. He would greet them warmly, shake hands, and reply to comments and questions about his art.

It wasn't long before one distinguished looking man said to Sly, "And I recognize you as the lovely, young model in several of John's paintings. It's nice to meet you."

Sly stood and offered her hand, saying, "It's nice to meet you, too."

John interjected, "Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, this is Sylvita. I guess it's obvious that she's my favorite model."

"You're a lovely young lady," Mrs. Jordan said.

"Thank you," Sly said modestly.

Over the course of the evening, a number of people recognized Sly, introduced themselves, and complimented her. One man asked Raquel if she, too, was a model. The gallery turned out to be more fun than either young woman had expected. They drank champagne, ate cheese and crackers, and mingled with the other guests. Sly didn't stray too far from John, as she was feeling even more attracted to him than usual. His paintings had earned her numerous compliments. Raquel stayed close to Sly and John and, in doing so, discovered that John was talented, intelligent, charming, and funny. Raquel had to admit that he was attractive, for an old guy.

After a couple of hours, John had sold several paintings, and the crowd had thinned out. John asked Sly and Raquel if they were ready to leave, and they said they were. 

Sly and Raquel had consumed more wine than John had, and were laughing and giggling all the way out to John's car.

"Let's go to a bar," Raquel suggested.

"Not in these heels," Sly said, "My feet hurt already."

"How 'bout we just go back to my place," John suggested, "I'll make you ladies drinks, and I won't have to worry about a DUI."

Sly turned to Raquel and said, "You'll like John's place. He's even got a kick-ass stereo. Let's do that."

"OK, if you want to," Raquel agreed.

The threesome climbed back into John's car and drove back to John's house. They were barely in the door, when Sly took off her high heels and sighed. Raquel quickly removed hers as well. John took the girls' drink orders, then Sly led Raquel into John's living room. Sly powered up John's stereo, and loaded an early Santana CD. After a few minutes, John appeared with their drinks. 

"Thanks," Sly said as she took her drink, and then added, "John, could I ask a favor?"

John grinned and said, "You could ask."

With deliberate over-sweetness, Sly said, "John, honey, our feet hurt. Would you give us one of your famous foot massages?" 

Sly had enjoyed several foot massages from John since they'd become lovers.

John smiled and said, "Would you like those with warm lotion?"

"That would be really nice," Sly said.

"Oh my God," Raquel said, "A warm lotion foot massage... are you serious?"

"Melt your cares away," Sly smiled at her friend.

"Never had a guy do that for me," Raquel said.

John retrieved the massage lotion from the bedroom and took it to the kitchen. There, he microwaved water in a large insulated mug, and then submerged the lotion container into the warm water. He carried the mug and two small towels into the living room, and set them on the coffee table. Next, he lit several candles around the area they were sitting, and then snapped off the brightest lamp.

"Okay," John began, "You two ladies sit on either end of the couch. No reason we can't do both at the same time."

Sly moved to the left and Raquel to the right. Then, John sat in the middle and put a towel on each knee. He lifted the lotion from the water and set it between his legs.

"Now, turn towards me and put a foot on the towels," John instructed.

Each young woman put one of their feet on John's closest knee. John squeezed some lotion into his right hand and ran his hand over Raquel's foot and toes. Raquel moaned softly. Then, John squeezed some lotion into his left hand and ran his hand over Sly's feet and toes.

"God, that feels good," Sly sighed.

John's strong but gentle hands massaged the warm lotion into the young women's tired feet. Both Raquel and Sly felt their aches melt away under John's sensual rubbing and squeezing.

"I can't believe how good this feels," Raquel said, "I'm glad we didn't go to a bar."

John smiled as he watched Sly's skirt ride more than half-way up her flawless, butterscotch thighs. Raquel's wasn't far behind. John paused to apply more warm lotion to each foot, rubbing it into their heels, toes, and the soles of their feet. After about five minutes, Sly switched feet, and Raquel followed suit. Between the strong drinks and John's attentions, both women were drifting on warm currents of sensual pleasure. Their soft moans of pleasure were turning John on, and his cock was getting hard. Another swallow of her drink made Sly's inhibitions fade even more. She was getting hornier by the minute, watching the bulge in John's pants grow.

Facing Raquel, Sly could now see a little of her friend's pink panties between her slightly spread legs. Sly wondered if Raquel was getting horny too. Sly wiggled so that her skirt slid up even higher, and spread her legs a little wider. She noticed that Raquel was taking inconspicuous glances at her black panties as well. In one easy motion, Sly placed her left foot on John's knee, and casually slid her right foot onto the bulge in John's pants. John looked at her and gave her a subtle smile. He poured a small amount of fresh lotion onto his palm and massaged it into Sly's left calf muscle. Sly moaned quietly. Next, John did the same for Raquel, who voiced no objection, and instead quietly sighed. 

Sly looked at Raquel, giggled, and said, "It feels like having warm spunk on my leg."

Raquel laughed and said, "You're so bad. I wouldn't know about having spunk on my leg."

Sly grinned and said, "Oh that's right, you like facials."

Raquel laughed and replied, "And you just like to swallow."

Sly shook her head and laughed, "But sometimes some dribbles out and lands on my leg, so that's how I know what it feels like."

Raquel cracked up laughing and said, "Eeewww..."

As John laughed and leaned forward, he saw all the way up between Sly's luscious thighs to her black panties. His hard-on was now beyond control.

"God, that feels so good," Sly said. Then she used her hand to guide John's hand half-way up her thigh. "Raquel, have you ever had a guy massage you this good?"

"No, never," Raquel said honestly.

"I think we're making John as hot as he's making us," Sly said grinning at John. Raquel watched her friend's foot rub the mature man's crotch. John ran his left hand further up the inside of Sly's smooth thigh. His right hand massaged Raquel's calf muscle. She smiled.

Sly knew that John would be 'up' for a three-way. Getting Raquel sufficiently excited was the key. Sly rotated her body to the left and stood up.

"Where you going?" Raquel asked.

Sly grinned and said, "Just over here." Sly moved to the side of the couch behind Raquel. She put her hands on Raquel's shoulders and began to massage them. At the same time, John continued to massage Raquel's calf muscles.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," Raquel moaned softly.

Sly used a gentle drumming motion with her fingertips to massage Raquel's neck for a few minutes. Then Sly ran her fingers up into Raquel's hair. She sensuously ran her fingers through Raquel's hair and massaged her scalp. Raquel closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

Sly leaned close to her friend's ear and whispered, "Feels muy bueno, doesn't it, baby?"

Raquel whispered, "Oh Sly... amazing..."

When Sly kissed Raquel's neck, her friend moaned ever so softly. Sly began to explore Raquel's neck with kisses, while she ran the fingers of her left hand through Raquel's hair. Raquel looked at John. He smiled as he watched Sly seduce Raquel. Massaging in small circles, he began to massage his way up Raquel's thigh. 

Next, Sly slid her right hand down the front of Raquel's shirt until she cupped one of Raquel's large breasts. Raquel's breathing quickened as Sly fondled her breasts. Raquel turned her head toward Sly, and Sly pressed her lips to Raquel's. When Sly brushed her tongue over Raquel's lips, Raquel opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined. When Raquel spread her legs wider, John slid his hand up her thigh until he felt her panties. Using his fingertips, he rubbed her panties against her rapidly moistening slit. Next, John's fingers found the edge of Raquel's panties and slid into her soft, curly pubes, pushing the panties toward her thigh. Raquel moaned softly as John's fingers slid up and down her wet lips.

Sly had to twist her body over the side of the couch in order to kiss Raquel. The position was uncomfortable, so she soon broke the embrace and stood upright. Raquel smiled at John who continued to finger her pussy. John glanced toward Sly and their eyes met. Sly's dark eyes virtually sparkled whenever she was filled with lust. Her long, straight, black hair framed one of the most beautiful faces John had ever seen. Sly's look was exotic and girl-next-door wrapped into one. She could have passed for an Incan princess, rather than simply a good-looking school teacher. Sly smiled seductively at John, unzipped her skirt, and helped it fall to the floor, revealing her black bikini panties. Then, she pulled her blouse up and off, revealing her skimpy black bra.

Next, Sly knelt between John's legs, and leaned in to kiss him. John wrapped his left arm around Sly's shoulders, and pressed his lips to hers. As their tongues intertwined, Sly undid John's pants and slid his zipper down. Then, Sly hooked her fingers into the waistband of John's boxer-briefs and pulled down, freeing his erection. Raquel stared at the long, ivory hard-on around which Sly had curled her fingers. She felt her pulse pounding in her head. She watched with fascination as Sly bent and ran her tongue over the head of his cock. Raquel's fingers joined John's in her wet pussy. John closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and moaned as Sly's tongue caressed his throbbing cock.

By then, Raquel was swept up in the passion, and decided to join more directly in the action. She got to her knees on the couch. Then, she pulled her top up and off. Her pink bra strained to contain her large breasts. 

Raquel said to John, "Help me take my bra off." Then, she turned her back to John, who deftly unhooked the pink strap. Raquel casually dropped the bra on the floor, stood next to the couch, and turned toward John. He gazed at Raquel's beautiful tits. They were large, firm, light chocolate globes. Her dark chocolate nipples were neither too small nor too large.

Raquel unzipped her skirt, and helped it fall to the floor. Next, she hooked her fingers into her pink panties, pulled them down, and dropped them on her skirt. John's eyes moved to the triangle of curly black pubes between Raquel's legs. Raquel watched John's eyes drink in her nude body. She smiled, cupped her hands under her ample cocoa boobs, and displayed them to John. He smiled and licked his lips. 

Then, John ran his fingers through Sly's soft hair and said, "Sly, honey, stand up a minute."

Sly smiled and replied, "Whatever you want, Papi."

A moment after Sly stood, John stood too. Sly was delighted to see that Raquel was now nude. At that point, the threesome which Sly desired was a certainty.

John placed his hands on Raquel shoulders and pulled her against him. As he pressed his lips to hers she felt his saliva-wet boner press against her stomach. When Raquel felt John's tongue touch her lips, she opened her mouth and moved her tongue against his.

While Raquel and John made out, Sly took the opportunity to remove her bra and panties. Once nude, Sly moved next to John. Sensing Sly's presence, John looked at Sly. Her long, straight black hair was somewhat disheveled, and it made her look even sexier, if that was possible. Sly unbuttoned John's shirt in a matter of seconds, and tossed it over a nearby chair. Now, her Vanilla Papi was also nude. 

John slid his arm around Sly's shoulders and pulled her close. He pressed his lips to hers, and their tongues intertwined. Sly ran her hand down John's torso, down his abdomen, and then curled her fingers around his erection. Sly's other hand found Raquel's breast and began to fondle it.

Raquel hadn't seen Sly nude since their high school locker room days. There was no denying that Sly now possessed an amazingly sexy body to go with her beautiful face. Raquel bent so that she could swirl her tongue around Sly's brown nipple.

As John kissed Sly, he ran his fingers through her silky soft, straight black hair. It produced the usual effect of making Sly even hotter.


Vanilla Papi



Sly broke John's kiss long enough to say, "Remember, our guest cums first." Then, Sly said to Raquel, "Please, sit on the couch."

Raquel smiled and did as Sly instructed. John and Sly sat on either side of Raquel. When John saw Sly begin to lick Raquel's left nipple, he leaned to lick the other chocolate brown nipple. Raquel moaned and ran her fingers through their hair. Thinking almost as one, Sly's and John's fingers arrived at Raquel's pussy at the same moment. While Sly massaged Raquel's clit, John slid two fingers inside her wet muff. Raquel's breathing became more rapid, and she moved her pussy against their fingers.

Sly looked at John and said, "Follow me..."

Then, Sly kissed and licked her way down Raquel's stomach, down her abdomen, and into her pubic triangle. John kissed his way down the path Sly had taken. Sly pressed her tongue against Raquel's clit and moved it in small circles. Raquel ran her fingers through Sly's long, soft hair. The fact that the young woman giving Raquel head was her own gorgeous friend excited Raquel even more. The icing on the cake was when John's tongue joined Sly's on Raquel's pussy. Both Sly and John were virtuoso cunnilinguists, and Raquel became their instrument. They played Raquel until their duets and solos took Raquel to ecstasy.

"Oh my God!" Raquel panted, as she thrusted against their tongues and fingers.

While John's tongue caressed Raquel's clit, Sly fingered her friend and said, "Com'on baby, cum... Just let yourself go... Cum, baby, cum..."

A few seconds later, Raquel's body shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her. As she lay panting, trying to catch her breath, John and Sly smiled at each other. Their faces glistened with Raquel's sex juice. 

Sly moved strands of her long, black hair away from her eyes, and said to John, "Sit on the couch. You're next."

Not about to argue, John sat on the couch next to Raquel. Sly crawled between John's legs. She curled the fingers of her right hand around his long, stiff cock. She felt it throb in her hand. Then, she lowered her head, and slid her moist lips over the head of the ivory hard-on. John moaned as his dick entered Sly's warm, wet mouth.

Raquel gazed in fascination at the long, vanilla hard-on, held by caramel fingers, and sliding in and out of Sly's full, sensuous lips. She slid off the couch, and knelt next to John's thigh. Raquel ran her fingertips over John's big, hairy balls.

Sly pulled her mouth from John's cock and said to Raquel, "I know you wanna suck on this big, white cock." Then, she pointed the erection toward Raquel.

Raquel just nodded, curled her fingers around John's dick, and began to lick its head. John inhaled with pleasure as he watched.

Sly turned her head so that she could lick the ivory shaft while Raquel was licking the head. Then the women ran their tongues up and down John's hard-on and over his balls. In addition to incredible physical pleasure, John loved the visual of two beautiful Latinas going down on him. He ran the fingers of his left hand through Sly's straight, silky, black hair, and the fingers of his right hand through Raquel's soft, black ringlets. John was breathing hard and moaning, as the young women took turns sucking his cock deep into their mouths. Raquel decided that she had never seen a finer specimen of an erection, and sucked the long, ivory shaft lovingly.

John realized that he was going to soon lose control, with such intense pleasuring. He didn't want to cum just yet, so he suggested a change in the action.

"Okay Sly, now it's your turn to get a licking. Trade places with me."

Raquel agreed, "Yeah, Sly, I wanna taste you, too."

Sly smiled and stood. She took one of the towels, placed it on the couch, and sat on it.

"I'm so fucking wet already," Sly explained.

John leaned over and pressed his lips to Sly's. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Raquel knelt between Sly's legs, and ran her fingertips through Sly's trimmed but dense bush. Then she bent and ran her tongue the length of Sly's moist slit. John kissed his way down Sly's neck, down her chest, until he arrived at one of her perfect brown nipples. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, making it even more erect. Sly moaned from the dual pleasuring she was receiving. Raquel massaged her friend's clit with her tongue and slid two fingers into her wet pussy. Raquel had never licked another woman before, and found the experience to be much more pleasant than she'd ever imagined. Her friend had helped make Raquel cum, and now she was determined to return the favor.

John kissed and licked his way down Sly's flat stomach, down her abdomen, until he came to her pubic triangle. He smiled as he watched Raquel's lovely face pressed against Sly's muff. 

"Can I have a turn?" John asked, smiling.

"Um huum," Raquel replied as she lapped Sly's clit.

John's face had been buried in Sly's pussy so many times that he knew the things Sly liked the most. While John took his turn licking Sly's clit, Raquel moved so that she could suck John's hard-on again. After making the ivory dick rock hard again, Raquel moved back to Sly's pussy once more. John moved his head so that Raquel could lick Sly's clit. 

Then, John said softly to Raquel, "Get on your hands and knees so we can do it doggie-style."

Without replying, Raquel got on all fours, her face still in Sly's muff.

Looking down, Sly was enjoying the visual of her sexy friend lapping her wet pussy. She ran her fingers into Raquel's hair, and ground her clit into Raquel's tongue.

John positioned himself behind Raquel, aligned his hard-on with Raquel's wet slit, and eased inside. Raquel moaned as she felt the long cock fill her. The more John pumped Raquel from behind, the more enthusiastically she licked, sucked, and fingered Sly's pussy.

Sly was moaning, "Oh yeah, baby... you lick my pussy so good, baby... lick that pussy..."

After a few minutes Sly's first orgasm surged through her. She shuddered and moaned in ecstasy. John smiled, thinking that Sly never looked quite so beautiful as when she was nude, right after cumming, with strands of her long, straight, black hair across her face.

Then John looked down and watched his white woody sliding in and out of Raquel's dark muff. His ivory abdomen slapped against her cocoa ass.

"Save some of that big vanilla dick for me," Sly grinned.

"Just tell me how you want it," John panted.

"Lay on your back on the carpet," Sly said.

John eased his cock out of Raquel and positioned himself as Sly had suggested. Raquel watched as Sly swung a knee over John's hips, held his erection straight up, and watched the stiff ivory shaft disappear into Sly's dark bush.

"Ooohhh, fuck yeah," Sly moaned.

As Sly began to raise and lower her hips, she said to Raquel, "Sit on John's face. He loves a mouthful of Puerto Rican pussy."

John smiled at Raquel and said, "Lemme lick you, honey."

Raquel moved near John's head and turned to face Sly. Next, she lifted her knee over John's face, and then lowered her wet box to John's eager tongue. From this position Raquel was able to lick Sly's bouncing nipples. This was not as easy as it might seem, with Sly furiously riding John's ivory shaft. Sly was panting and running her fingers through Raquel's hair. 

Sly started moaning, "Fuck me, Papi... Si, Papi, si..." 

After a couple minutes, Sly said to Raquel, "I'll bet you're ready to ride this big, hard dick some more."

"Oh yeah!" Raquel smiled.

Sly and Raquel switched positions in a matter of seconds. As Sly lowered her muff to John's talented tongue, she enjoyed watching his ivory dick vanish into Raquel's cocoa pussy. Then Sly leaned forward and pressed her lips against Raquel's full lips.

At the same time, John was in heaven. Having two gorgeous Latinas riding his cock and fucking his face was another dream-cum-true. The only reason that John was able to keep from cumming was because he didn't want the ecstasy to end.

When Sly reached down to massage Raquel's clit, Raquel gasped.

"Ohhh yeah, Sly... that feels sooo good," Raquel moaned. Then, Raquel also began moaning, "Fuck me, papi... Ohhh si, Papi, si". Raquel's second orgasm followed seconds later. She shuddered and almost collapsed into Sly's arms.

Sly had taken on the role of director for this threesome, and wanted to enjoy the many possible positions it presented. She lifted herself from John's face, and turned to face him.

"Fuck me doggie style, Papi," Sly said.

"Love to..." John grinned.

Sly got on all fours, and then John positioned himself behind her. He aligned his ivory rod with Sly's pussy, and pushed it inside. 

"Ohhh... you get it in so deep," Sly moaned. "Let me know when you're almost ready to cum," Sly said over her shoulder.

"Whatever you want, honey," John panted.

John began fucking Sly with long, slow strokes. After regaining her breath, Raquel slid under Sly, in a sixty-nine position. First Raquel licked Sly's nipples, and then kissed her way down to Sly's curly bush. From below, Raquel watched the long, vanilla cock fuck the butterscotch pussy. Then, Raquel did her best to lick Sly's clit, even as the thrusting ivory shaft rubbed her nose. Sly buried her face in Raquel's wet pussy, and returned the favor.

With the double stimulus of John's long, hard cock penetrating her and Raquel licking her clit, Sly cried out, shuddered, and came again.

Finally, the pleasure from Sly's tight, wet pussy was too intense, and John felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching.

"Finish me, ladies!" John panted as he pulled his hard-on from Sly's muff.

Raquel reached up and curled her fingers around the ivory shaft. With amazing agility, Sly turned and grasped John's boner above Raquel's hand. Both the cocoa hand and the caramel hand fit on the ivory shaft with the head still poking out. In unison, the two Latinas stroked the throbbing white rod.

"Cum, my vanilla Papi, cum," Sly chanted.

A moment later spurts of warm cum painted Raquel's cocoa tits and face. Sly laughed with glee. John shuddered and moaned as they stroked out every drop of cum. Then the ladies sucked and licked John's cock clean, until it began to go flaccid. Exhausted, John collapsed to the carpet, panting. Sly retrieved a towel from the couch, and wiped the white cream from Raquel's face and body.

Sly kissed Raquel, and said with a grin, "I hoped you'd have a good time tonight."

"Oh Sly... amazing," Raquel whispered.

Then Sly crawled next to John's right side, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Raquel crawled next to John's left side, put her head on his shoulder, and draped her arm and leg over his body. Sly retrieved her drink, and poured some into John's mouth. The threesome laid on the carpet, recovering, and finishing their drinks. 

After draining her glass, Raquel kissed John and reached for his dick. Sly's hand joined Raquel's. Sly was only a little surprised when the ivory cock began to stiffen and grow again.

Sly whispered in John's ear, "Vanilla Papi, you're such a naughty man."



Vanilla Passions



Everyday, she would get up to get ready for her job that she had wanted for a long time but now life just seemed to leave anything that even remotely resembled joy. So each day she put on her 'I am having fun face' and head off to work. She was wearing her navy blue pin stripe jacket with matching skirt and a white ruffled blouse, this always let enough open to expose something of her femininity. She pulled her nylons on and slipped on her navy blue heels. She kept her hair piled high upon her head, she was tall, slender and she looked good in what ever she put on but still she had no one that took a real interest in her.

She didn't really have time to date running a business and all. Her hours consisted of 8 am till sometimes 12 and 1 am. This was hardly enough time for her to shower and sleep. She pulled up to the office and parked in her very own parking spot. Got out of her car, stood up and pulled down her skirt, straightened it some and then went to adjust her blouse. As she was bringing her head up, she saw Cole, the mailroom boy standing on the top steps smiling and looking at her as he had so many times before. She was always unnerved by this she frowned and walked as fast as she could past him.

"Good Morning Miss Lee, you sure smell nice to day." 

She would give a nod and continue walking. Once inside the building she headed for the elevator and when she turned around there he was still smiling and staring at her. "That is so rude that he looks at me like that, why does he do it?" She thought to herself. He didn't know anything about her except that she owned the company and she knew very little about him, other than he was a young black man and had been in some trouble with the law. She did notice something else his arms were well defined. "Maybe he worked out, or maybe it is just from his fighting", the last part made her frown. 

She rode the escalator up to the 5th floor and headed toward her office. On her door it read, Ms. Candace Lee President of Love Co.

"Hello Jody. Any messages?" Jody thumbed through all the papers and said, "Yes one."

"It is from Mr. Gonzalez. He says that he would like to meet you at lunch to go over some papers with you."

"Forget it, there is nothing to discuss, and he is always touching me, I know what he wants to go over and I am not interested. Call him and tell him I can't meet him but I can discuss this over the phone." Candace also asked Jody to please bring her a cup of coffee and take her phone calls for about an hour so that she can get settled. She shut the door behind her.

At her desk, she just stared at the papers lying around and wondered where to begin. Knock... knock, the door opens and it is Jody with her coffee and mail of the day. "Thanks Jody." Jody smiled and turned around and left just like she came in. 

It seemed like she just realized the sun was shining and she pulled the blinds open. She stared out the window and looked off into the distance, then down into the parking lot of her building. Sometimes she spent too much time thinking and then she would feel the tears well up in her eyes. "I run a company that deals with couples and yet look at me! I am alone."

She leaned into the window and stared in the yard below, the mail trucks were down below and the guys were unloading and loading them. Her eyes fixed on one of the guys, it was Cole, he had his shirt off and you could see the sweat beading up on his skin, She watched as he hoisted one bag of mail after another, his muscles would flex and release, she followed the curve of his back, lost in her thoughts, she began to fantasize about what he would look like in bed making love, arousing but also fearful, he came from the streets. 

She comforted herself that he wasn't her type, as he probably didn't know the first things about tenderness. Still she watched him work. At one point Cole stopped, stood up, wiped his brow with his handkerchief, stretched, and turned to look directly at Candace. She jumped back, "OH NO I wonder if he saw me?" She sat back in her chair and felt so silly for watching him and for what she was thinking, and yes even feeling what she was feeling. After all she was at least twice his age. She laughed at the idea and went right back to her desk.

She got lost in her work as she did everyday and before she knew it, it was 5 p.m. and time for the employees to leave. Jody knocked on the door and Candace answered telling her to come in. Jody peeked her head in the door and said, "I am leaving now, is there anything you need before I go?" 

Candace replied, "No thanks Jody, thanks for everything today and I will see you tomorrow." 

Jody nodded and then said, "Goodnight."

Candace sat back in her chair and gave out a big sigh. She went over all the applications of men wanting women and women wanting men. She picked up the top application, looked over it. Seems this woman wanted a man who was sensitive, tall, brown hair, brown eyes, muscular, perfect body, romantic, generous, had a good job, and wanted to get married. She laughed and said under her breath, "Don't we all?" 

Then she read one from a man and he wanted a woman who was beautiful that he could show off, someone who had a good paying job, 401 K plan, tall and stacked, no fat broads, someone who loved affection but also liked a little of S&M, B&D, and a woman who didn't mind taking care of the man. "Oh Boy, that might be kind of hard one to match up, sounds like a loser." 

Money was money and if they were willing to pay the $1000.00 to have her find them a mate then who was she to care what they wanted? So much of this trying to match up couples and getting them ready for Jody to enter into the computer the next day. Around a hundred of new applicants were coming in everyday. "Amazing how many lonely people there are out there", she thought. Then she giggled some as she realized she was one of them. "I wonder who I would match me up with if I filled out one of these?" She wasn't even sure of what she would be looking for.

She had finally finished for the day; she looked at the clock on her desk. "Wow, it is 12 a.m., I can't believe I have been here this long." Then she scooped up the stack of applications, walked over, turned off the light, closed the door and locked it. It was always eerie to her late at night, the building would be empty and sounds seemed to duplicate. The sound of her heels would echo back at her and gave the feeling that someone else was walking behind her. She had to remind herself every night that it was just her own shoes she was hearing, but that did little to comfort her.

It was summer and the air felt warm and pleasant, but in the parking lot it was very dark except for 2 streetlights that was at both ends. Her car was parked close to a street light but even then there wasn't that much light and a lot of shadows, the cement echoed her footsteps. This was just a little easier to handle, as her car was only a few feet away. Once she could unlock her car she could get inside and feel a little safer. She walked fast toward her car and never wanted to run for fear she would fall and that would delay her reaching her car before sheer terror took over.

As had been every night, she made it safely into her car. She laid back and closed her eyes and reprimanded herself for being such a chicken. Never had anything happened that might influence such fear she felt every night. She was scared all the same, not sure if she knew how vulnerable she was by herself at night or if she felt she had been too lucky for too long. She started her car and drove toward home, not sure if she was more hungry than tired. She was so glad that she had at least bought a house that was only 5 miles from where she worked. There wasn't too much chance of her falling asleep at the wheel.

"Aww home", she said as she pulled into the driveway. Stepping out of the car onto her driveway she realized just how tired she was. She sometimes wondered how she managed to get up the few steps and into her home without collapsing every night. 

Her house was warm, and it felt so good to be there. Mitzi, her cat came up and rubbed up against her legs as she always did to welcome the mistress home. A small meow meaning, "pet me" was the sound that Mitzi often gave to Candace. Candace bent down and picked up her feline friend and hugged her. "Oh you feel so good to hold, Mitzi". She put Mitzi down after a minute and went to open her a can of cat food. Mitzi watched Candace and her tail twitched in anticipation to be fed. Candace put the plate of food down and petted Mitzi once more before deciding to eat or sleep.

The cupboards didn't hold much except for some peanut butter, jam and a half loaf of bread. Her refrigerator had a few apples and 1 qt. milk. She grabbed an apple and headed up stairs to the bathroom to take her shower. She bit into her apple, it tasted sweet but somehow she was not enjoying it that much tonight, 

As she removed her clothes she stood looking in the mirror, "I have a fairly decent body for almost being 50. My stomach is pretty flat, my breasts look pretty good, my ass is still grade A, *sigh* so why doesn't anyone seemed interested? I have been told I am beautiful by men but none of them would ask me out. I just don't understand".

She undid the pins in her hair and let her hair fall and she stood in the shower. With the shower on, and the hot sprays of water hitting her skin it gave the feeling of being stung but also like another sets of hands groping every inch of her. She closed her eyes and let the hot water run over her face and then she turned and let the massaging sprays hit her. She reached for the bar of soap and ran it over her breasts, and down between her legs. 

Her mind jumped over to Cole and although the thought of him aroused her, she fought it off as being silly. Then once again she lectured herself, that he was too young, and too wild; he worked in the mailroom for crying out loud. She was his superior. But still the liked the way he watched her walk and always smiled at her and had a compliment for her, she just couldn't tell if he was serious or if there were more to the way he handled himself around her.

She dressed and went into her room and nearly collapsed on her bed in total exhaustion. She lay there and closed her eyes and it wasn't long before she was out. Her night came in stages of sleep and restlessness. She would dream of Cole's chest and how that excited her, but then they would shift over to being scared in the building, then she dreamt about looking at him looking back at her. His eyes, held some kind of mystery, and the hunger that she saw made her feel somewhat intimidated like a mouse that had been caught by a cat. Her dreams all night went from work to the sounds of her own footsteps in the parking lot, to the luscious body of Cole. 

The Morning came almost as quickly as her sleep had, she reached stretched and laid in her bed feeling her body wake up. She pulled herself up and took a deep breath, yawned, stood up and headed over the closet to see what she was going to wear. This was Friday and it was one of the least stressful days. Tonight while she is home looking at applications, she can have a glass of Chablis, she loved the taste and it always made her feel so much more relaxed. But for now, she must make it through the day. She was still feeling a little drowsy from the fitful sleep she had the night before.

She had settled on a nice navy blue and white striped silk blouse, a navy blue skirt that hugged her well-shaped hips. She always felt attractive in navy blue; it seemed to compliment her skin tone and blonde hair. She made her way to the shower and when the cold water sprayed on her skin, she became very much awake. She always thought this cold morning shower was torture but then again it helped to wash away the night's hold on her. She went over her days schedule and seemed to feel that today would be a very easy day, then her thoughts rested on Cole. "Why was she so haunted by him?" What was it that made her feel intimidated but aroused? She shook her head to chase those thoughts away. 

She got out of the shower and dried off, and went about the task of putting her hair up something she learned to do proficiently over the years. Time was always of the essence and so there really wasn't time to fritter away. She busied herself applying makeup also another task that she was quite adept at. She dressed, and touched a few drops of White Diamonds perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. She grabbed her briefcase, purse and headed out the door.

Once arriving, at her office, there was good old loyal Jody. "Good Morning, Ms. Lee" said Jody. 

"Good morning Jody, are there any messages?"

"Not this morning. Would you like your coffee now?" Candace nodded to Jody, "Yes, thank you."

She sat down at her desk and took a deep breath. She took the applications out of her brief case and set them on her desk. There was a knock at the door, "Yes?" Jody opened the door and laid the cup of hot coffee on her desk. "Jody?" Said Candace. Do you date at all? I mean do you have a life outside of work?" 

Jody looked at her puzzled for a moment and then said, "Yes I have a steady boyfriend, and in fact we are going out tonight." Candace seemed to blank out for a moment. "Is that all Ms. Lee?" 

"Yes, that is all Jody, thank you." Jody closed the door quietly behind her. Candace felt even more lonely, she never spent much time thinking about a social life, her business was her life, had been for many years.

Candace poured over the applications and entered each one into the computer database. Jody knocked and carefully opened the door. "I am going to lunch now. Would you like me to bring you back anything?" 

"Oh no Jody, but thank you." Candace leaned back in her chair, took a deep breath and looked out the window. There in the loading dock below were the guys unloading bags of mail. Although she was watching the goings on down below, her mind was on her social life, then she chuckled, "What social life?" As her mind came back to the present she realized that Cole was staring up at her office and what made it worse is that she had been smiling, and looking back. 

She jumped back at her desk. "Damn him, why does he have to be so menacing? And why do I have to be so attracted to him?" "I own this company; I worked hard to make this a success. I deserve to have someone who is my equal. I sure wouldn't waste it on a mail room boy." Even though she said those things, she knew that the way he looked at her, and spoke to her made her feel exposed somehow. "I have to get over this." She spent the rest of the afternoon forcing herself to think about work.

She glanced down at the clock and it was an hour to quitting time. She pressed the button on her intercom, "Jody you can leave early if you want. Go home and get ready for your date. You have done a wonderful job today, thanks."

"Thank you so much Ms. Lee." 

Candace could here the excitement in Jody's voice. "See you Monday Morning", Jody clicked off. The click of the intercom made Candace feel alone and empty. Candace sighed and went back to her papers. After a bit she heard the rustling of people getting ready to leave for the weekend. Once again she looked outside and saw that the loading dock was empty. This seemed foreign to her also; she was expecting to see the guys loading and unloading bags of mail and supplies. There was no one, a few papers on the ground shifted lazily from the slight breeze that had come up.

Candace got up to stretch her legs and walk around for a bit, she felt a small kink in her back; her knees seemed to feel stiff. Opening the door to her office she ventured into the work area. She was always pleased with her employees, they worked hard, they were early, everyone seemed happy and this alone made her smile. As she walked around glancing at each person's desk, she admired all the framed photos of husbands, children, pets, and families that decorated each desktop. All she had on her desktop was a picture of Mitzi her cat, a pencil cup with pencils and pens inside, a desk lamp and a clock. Not only was her desktop empty but so was her life.

She ventured down stairs to the employees lounge to get a little something from the vending machine. There didn't seem to be much of a selection, but the apple and chips were appetizing enough. She also grabbed another cup of coffee and headed back up to her office. The building was empty, and once again she could hear the echo of her footsteps. No matter how many times she heard this, she just couldn't get used to it. It always gave her the feeling like someone was watching and maybe following her.

Once she made it back to her office, she felt a little more relieved. She sat down in her chair opened the chips and took her first bite of the apple. It tasted so good, she was much hungrier than she realized, and she downed the apple and chips.

She thought that she might finish her applications tonight and be able to have the weekend to just do what she wanted, it never seemed to work that way though. She was going to give it her best shot. If she did finish all this work, then maybe she would take in a movie over the weekend. She knew she had laundry to do and cleaning up some. With her work schedule, she was home hardly enough to make a mess, but there was always dusting to do and some vacuuming, not to mention cleaning the litter box. Maybe she would even sit down and watch some old movies on TV. Once she finished eating, she went right back to her applications, and once again she lost all track of time. 

As she entered her last application into the computer, she smiled and looked at her clock. "Oh no it is 2 am! Where did the time go?" She straightened up her desk, grabbed her purse, locked the door and headed downstairs to the front door. The place was empty and dark except for a few lights that were always on at night. The front light was always on but after she was outside and 15 feet away from the front door, it became dark again. There were always a few streetlights on but they didn't give off much light. She walked a little faster, feeling the need to hurry to her car for safety. 

There were those footsteps again. She had to tell herself it was just the echoes of her own shoes, but this time there was something different. This time there were other shoes, she looked around and couldn't see anything except darkness, and she hurried even faster. The sounds increased, she dug her keys out of her purse, her heart raced and she screamed in her own mind. She made it to her car; her hands shook as she tried to get her key in the lock. Her key went inside the lock; she unlocked the door and opened it. But then a hand slammed the door shut, she turned and saw 2 guys standing there, they were smiling.

She fell back against the car; the one that stood in front of her looked her over as if she were naked. "Hey Lady, why are you out so late at night by yourself?" He emphasized the word "yourself". "Don't you know that it isn't safe especially for someone as pretty and rich as you?"

Her breath quickened and she froze, she wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Her thoughts raced and fear enveloped her. "Now we can make this real easy or we can make it rough." 

"What do you want?" she stammered. 

"Well let's see, we can either take what we want or you can pay us not to?" 

"How much do you want? I only have $100.00 on me. You can have that, just take it and leave me alone." 

The other guy moved in closer and leaned against her, his hand grabbed the buttons of her blouse. "Hmm I don't think that is going to be quite enough, I think we will take your money and take what we want." Just then the other guy yanked on her blouse and her buttons flew off exposing her bra. The tears started welling up in her eyes, as sheer terror took over.




Vanilla Passions



"Please take what you want but let me go." She could hear their laughter like they were mocking her. She closed her eyes and prayed. 

"Hey, let her go!" The voice sounded familiar, she opened her eyes and saw Cole standing there. The guys slowly parted, "Aww come on Cole, we just want to have some fun. Why do you care?" 

"Just leave her alone! And get out of here!" They guys dropped their hands to their sides and moved away from Candace. She held her breath still afraid of whether she should trust Cole or not. The guys walked off slowly but she could hear them laughing and saying something like 'boy she was really scared'. 

When the guys were far enough away she exhaled, but her legs were trembling still and she wondered if she might fall over. Cole saw that she was beginning to have problems and rushed to her just in time to grab her arm and steady her.

" Thank you Cole." Cole opened her car door and let her get inside. He waited and then asked if she was going to be all right. 

She replied, "Yes I'll be fine. Do you know those guys?" she asked. 

"Yes I know them." 

"Were they part of your gang at one time?"

Cole looked at her and seemed perturbed, "No, they are my brothers and I try to keep an eye on them. I think they were headed to buy drugs and I followed them, but you happened to be seen first and it is a good I thing I happened to be here." 

Candace nodded and thanked Cole once again and started the car. 

"Are you sure you will be ok?" 

"Yes, thank you, I will be fine now". Cole moved away from the car and Candace glanced at him again, she knew that her face still wore some of the fear she experienced earlier. Cole warmly smiled, and she drove off.

When Candace saw that she was almost home, her heart quickened and she could almost feel safe. She pulled into her driveway and got out of her car and almost ran to her front door, unlocked the door and scurried inside. "Home." she thought. She closed her eyes and just breathed. She felt something against her leg and looking down she saw that it was Mitzi, leaning down she scooped Mitzi into her arms and held her. 

It was then the tears began to fall, it was then that it hit her how scared she actually had been. She slunk to the floor; her whole body shook from the sobs, Mitzi just purred. After a bit she wiped her tears and got up. She decided that she was lucky that it was Friday, it might take her till Monday to completely recover from this and she had hoped Monday would be long enough. 

She laid her coat on the chair and headed to the kitchen while Mitzi followed her, meowing to be fed. "Poor Mitzi, I know you are hungry." Candace opened a can of cat food and emptied it on a plate. She stood quietly and just watched Mitzi eat. It felt good to focus on this small task and let her mind go blank. Then she realized just how terribly tired she was, and the only thing that she really wanted to do was take a bath and go to bed.

She went into the bathroom and let her torn blouse fall of her shoulders and slide onto the floor. She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and they to feel to the floor. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. The face she saw looking back was a face she didn't recognize, "I look like I have aged", and she turned away from the mirror. She started to run water in the tub and added bath salts. Her bra and her panties dropped on the floor in a heap. She lit a few scented candles in the bathroom and climbed inside to very hot water, not hot enough to burn but hot enough to be on the verge of being too hot.

The added salts to the water made the water feel silky. The smell of the candles, the lights turned off were always pleasant and relaxing. She laid back, placed a wet washcloth over her eyes and let her mind think about whatever. She would open and close her legs and feel the water rush in and playfully touch her pussy and then rush away again. She did this more while she was relaxing until she had fallen asleep. 

Then she heard the bathroom door open, she looked and it was Cole and he was staring at her with hunger in his eyes, he said nothing. He came closer and knelt down by the tub. She knew she was naked but it didn't even seem to matter. Cole reached for her and he kissed her lips softly, gently. His hand reached to cup a breast; his touch was so light it was almost fleeting. The passion started to rise within her. She placed her hand on his and showed him how to touch her. He kissed her harder this time and she returned the kiss. His hands and fingers ran the length of her body to her pubic area. He pulled her legs apart and she opened them gladly. His fingers explored the clitoris, the vagina, so slowly and precise. Then he plunged 2 fingers inside her, she arched her back and a moan escapes her lips. His fingers started thrusting in and out of her slowly and sensually...*ring* ring* *ring****ring*ring***. She opened her eyes and looked but no one was there, she must have been dreaming. The phone was ringing, she thought, "this had better be good". Still sexually excited she makes her way to the phone, "UH Hello?" 

"Hello is Mary there?" 

"Mary? I don't know any Mary".

"Oh, sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number, sorry"... *click*. 

Candace stood there trying to understand why someone would call anyone at 4am, shrugging it off she crawled into bed. The erotic dream that she was having in the tub sure seemed real, and she lingered on the details of that dream, wishing it hadn't been interrupted by the phone ringing, it was wonderful and felt so good. 

"I thought I forgot what it was like to feel and need." She laid there thinking over the day at the office, her leaving that night, the thugs out in the parking lot, and then being saved by the one boy from work that always looked at her as a woman, almost looking into her soul for the most part. He had saved her. 

It became apparent that if he really wanted her he could have taken her then along with his brothers. But he didn't, he was kind, gentle and concerned, she knew that he did want her but maybe on his terms, she might never know. "He didn't try to get fresh, he helped me to my car and helped me in." This puzzled Candace, maybe all those times he had been nice he wasn't doing anything but being nice. This realization made her feel more relaxed but at the same time it saddened her that he might not be attracted to her at all. Somewhere during her thoughts she fell asleep.

In the morning the sun was up and shining in her eyes as if it too was saying it was time to get up. Mitzi was laying right by her on the bed as always and patiently awaited for the good morning stroke from her master. Candace stretched and continued to pet Mitzi for a few minutes more while going over her day and what she might do since she had no work from the office. She had always been so structured and now she had a day without appointments, applications and phone calls. She felt somewhat out of sorts with no real plans but decided that this opportunity didn't come very often so she was going to enjoy it.

She climbed out of bed and got dressed. Today was going to be a lounge day, so she slipped on a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt, brushed her teeth, her hair and headed for the kitchen. She sat down at her kitchen table and let out a big sigh, it felt so strange sitting there and not being in a rush. She realized she had no life outside the office and felt like a fish out of water wasting the day away. 

Mitzi came in, stretched, rubbed up against Candace' leg and let out a single meow. That was always Candace' clue that it was time to feed her feline friend. After Mitzi was fed, she would do laundry, clean up the apartment and then go shopping. The more she thought about her day the more excited she got. 

She turned on a radio station that played classic rock, "You shook me all night long" by ACDC was playing and she felt a rush of excitement and a glimpse of what had been her youth so long ago. Candace danced around the house as she busied herself washing clothes, vacuuming, dusting, and straightening up. As she worked the music from the radio played making her feel like a young woman again. 3 hours later she realized that there was nothing left to do and she still had so much of the day left. 

Her stomach gave a growl and she realized that she had not eaten anything for that day. It was past breakfast but not quite lunch and she decided that now would be a good time to get a bite to eat. She slipped on her sandals, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Trying to decide where to eat was another dilemma, she hadn't entered a restaurant for ages and wasn't sure where to go. She decided that she would go inside a small diner that seemed quiet. She sat down in a booth and looked at the menu, the choices were simple and pretty standard for a menu. When the waitress came over, Candace ordered a Caesar salad, crackers and coffee. While waiting for her food, she looked out the window at the parking lot. Her thoughts went to the night before, and fear struck her again. 

If only she had not been pig headed by staying so late to finish her work she may have avoided the incident. The waitress delivered Candace' order, "Thank you." The waitress smiled and left. After finishing her meal she left a 5-dollar bill as a tip and went to pay the bill.

As she pulled out of the driveway, she made the decision to go shopping, maybe buy something to wear to work. She even thought about how nice it would be to buy something for Jody, maybe a thank you present. She drove to the mall, it seemed that just about everyone in the city had the same idea. The parking lot appeared to be full but she finally found one that was empty. When she got out of her car and entered the mall she felt a little intimidated by how many people were there. She was not use to crowds as she spent most of her days in an office and didn't get out much beyond that. She sucked in her breath and headed for the stores.

She had visited Sears and found a cute 3-piece suit that she could wear to work. Then she went to JC Penney's and bought some nice heels that matched, she walked from store to store taking in everything. It wasn't long before she got into the whole shopping experience and started to feel more at ease. Just as she passed a candy store called "The Sweet Shoppe" she spotted Victoria's Secret. She told herself to walk on by, she had no need for silly things like that, and who would see her in them anyway? She ventured in anyway just out of curiosity. 

There were all kinds of lingerie that went from feminine and classy to slutty and trashy. She giggled when she saw the flavored lotions and edible underwear. "Does anyone really use that stuff?" she wondered. Still while looking around, the thought of her wearing something like a push up bra, garter belt and a g-string under her clothes at work made her feel a little excited. Maybe Cole would see a hint of the garter belt. "What am I thinking? I don't want that, not really." She tried hard to convince herself that she was his boss, and much too old. He came from the streets, he has had no real education, and they would have nothing in common. 

Even though she told herself those things she also couldn't deny that the way he looked at her made her feel like a trapped fly in a spider's web. It was scary, arousing, intimidating, exciting, she had to force herself to think of other things. She went ahead and bought a peach push up bra with white lace, a garter belt that matched, and a peach lace g-string. She walked out into the mall again, this time heading for a jewelry store. 

After a while of scouting for a present for Jody, she found a beautiful gold pin. It was shaped like a bow, and she just felt that it would be something that Jody would like.

Driving home from the mall, Candace was very pleased with her day of shopping. She couldn't wait to put on her new unmentionables and to give the pin to Jody on Monday morning. Candace pulled up to a stoplight and glanced over at the movie house, they were playing "Enemy at the Gates" somehow that didn't pique her interest. It was only 4 pm and the thought of staying at home with nothing to really do didn't sound very enticing. As she started across the intersection she noticed that there was a club that offered drinks for ½ price to all the ladies on Saturday. Although there would probably be a younger age group there the idea of going out and dancing made her smile.

She hurried home, she had decided on going to a nice restaurant for dinner and then off to the club. She never thought about the possibility that someone wouldn't dance with her, she felt alive and was going to enjoy her evening. She ran upstairs to her room, and laid her things on the bed, she then realized that she had nothing but her clothes for work and they hardly shouted sexy, her heart sank a little. Maybe she could put something together and she went over to the closet to look.

She scouted through her many outfits and suddenly she saw a dress that she had bought sometime ago but had never worn. It was all white, there were slits on both sides to expose her shapely thighs, and the neck was low cut to show off her cleavage. Praying that it would still fit, she tried it on and it fit like she had been poured into it. She went into shower all the while thinking about her evening and hoping that there would be no regrets. Once she went back to her room, she looked at her new under things and feeling nervous she put her bra on, then her g-string, and then her garter belt and nylons.

She looked in the mirror and made sure that the garters were straight. She closed her eyes while her hands glided sensuously over her breasts, stomach, and legs like a lover would but the face she kept seeing was Cole's. Her eyes shot open and she chided herself again for having those thoughts. She hoped that she would meet someone more suitable for her at the club that night. Someone that was closer to her age, someone more sensible and safe. Safe is what she knew, her whole adult life had been safe. Everything was always in its place, orderly, organized and safe. But for now, she was content to get dressed and go out. She slid her dress on, and smiled as she pulled it down over her hips. Some might say that dress was made for her as a second skin if you will; she zipped it up in the back.

She left her hair long instead of putting it up, her hair laid in a way that framed her cleavage. She kept her makeup light so as not to over power her face, finishing off with a pink lipstick that brought out the tone of her skin, she had beautiful olive skin. She slid a gold neck chain on and it rested between her breasts. Now she had to find the right fragrance for a night out. She decided that Poison by Christian Dior was always nice. She dabbed a small amount on the pulse of her neck, between her breasts, on her wrists, between her thighs and behind her knees. The perfume faintly lingered in the air, she always loved the smell of Poison but to her it wasn't a scent you would wear to work. She looked herself over and approved of what she saw. She found her white heels slipped them on, and headed for the door.

She had settled on a steak restaurant for dinner, she ordered a filet mignon cooked medium rare, a baked potato with sour cream, roll, garden salad with Italian dressing and a glass of the house white wine. One drink is all she would allow herself to have, she wasn't much of a drinker and didn't want to drink so much that she couldn't drive. The waiter brought her wine and she looked up to thank him and realized he was looking at her smiling. This made her feel uneasy but also flattered; she gave him a little smile.

Sipping on her wine tasted so good and she did as she told herself she would, she didn't drink too much. The waiter brought her salad and she didn't want to look up. She felt his eyes and it almost became uncomfortable knowing he was there. She thanked him again but didn't look up. Soon her dinner came and she was careful not to stuff herself. The wine had started to make her feel good; she decided she better quit since she still had to drive. 

The waiter came by to check on how she liked her meal, "It was very good, thank you. Can you please bring me the check?" The waiter said he would be right back with it, and it wasn't long before he returned and placed the check down on the table. Once he left she picked up the check, then she left $60.00 on the table with the check to cover her meal and tip. She got up and she noticed that men were surveying her also. A few employees from the restaurant had wished her a good evening and to come again, she nodded and left the building. 

After she got back in her car, she just sat and stared out the window, questions flooded her mind and fear began to invade her. "What if she makes a fool out of herself, what if someone recognizes her, what if she meets someone, what if she doesn't?" She managed to chase those fears away and told herself that she was going to go and have fun.

She drove out of the parking lot and headed toward the club, still trying to deal with the butterflies from the excitement or fear, she wasn't sure. Finally the club was just ahead and she pulled into the parking lot. Already the place was buzzing with music, the people that she saw appeared to be in their 20's or 30's. Why she picked this club she wasn't sure, except for the fact she felt like dancing and she didn't want to listen to the type of music that most places offered for people her age. She wanted to stay away from the kind of place that offered, country music, lounge music, or even oldies. She didn't want to go where people her age had resigned themselves to being middle aged or having to put up with men that were drunk and too touchy feely.

She parked the car and sat listening to the music trying to get a feel for the place and what she was facing once she went inside. She could hear voices and laughing, the music had a fast beat to it and although she wasn't familiar with this genre, she was going to do her best to fool everyone including herself. She took a deep breath, opened her car door and stepped onto the cement. 

As she approached the club, she could see inside, the lighting was dimmed and the music got louder. She could see people inside dancing, their hips gyrating to the music and bodies so close no light could escape. Once inside and her eyes had adjusted to the lights, she noticed that a good percentage of people in there were black, and she wondered if she made a mistake, but she walked inside anyway. Some looked at her when she came within full view. She wasn't sure what they were thinking or what they would do. She looked for the bathroom and headed there to freshen up. Once inside she went to the mirror and started to apply her lipstick and check her hair, a couple of girls stepped out of the stalls, they looked at her as if they were thinking, "What are you doing here?" Not only was she older, whiter, and dressed completely different than the rest but she stood out from the rest. 

She was definitely out of place, she decided that she would get a drink at the bar and then leave. What was she thinking by coming here, what was she thinking about even leaving her apartment?

Once at the bar she ordered a Sex on the Beach, and tried not to look uncomfortable but she knew that she was nervous and not very good at hiding it. The bartender came over and put her drink down, "That will be $3.50", she handed him a 5-dollar bill. The drink tasted like nectar and felt good, it wasn't long before she started to relax. She became engrossed watching people dance; it reminded her of a musical orgy. There were men sandwiched in between 2 women, a woman sandwiched in between 2 men and everyone's hips were gyrating. This whole scene reminded her of something she saw on the National Geographic channel about tribal dancing and voodoo.




Vanilla Passions



This was so completely different than what she had ever seen before. The music stopped and everyone went back to their own seats as if they had not been that close or intimate a few minutes ago. As her drink took more control over her, she started to like the beat, the sound and no one seemed to care she was even there anymore.

She finished her drink and asked for another, as each song played she would smile and forget that she was old, white, and over dressed. As she was about to finish her 2nd drink, she felt someone touch her shoulder, it startled her and when she turned around, it was Cole. "Miss Lee, would you like to dance?" 

She shook her head, "I can't dance to this kind of music, and it's too fast. But I do like watching." He looked at her and smiled and said he would be right back. She watched as he walked over to the DJ and said something to him, they both nodded heads and he walked back over to her.

"What did you say to him?"

"Well I asked him to play something a little slower, and he said he would. Now you have no reason not to dance with me." Candace couldn't find a way to say no since she had given him the excuse the music was too fast. She drank the last of her Sex on the Beach. She felt very loose and they waited for the song to end, neither of them speaking. The next song that came on was slower, and Candace told Cole that she wasn't sure she could do this. 

"Don't worry Ms. Lee, just follow me." He held out his hand and Candace reluctantly reached out and took it. He led her to the floor and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He whispered in her ear, "Let yourself go, listen to the music and dance like you are making love." 

Cole reached and put both hands on her hips and gently started her hips swaying to the beat. Candace closed her eyes and let the music take her away, her hands reached behind and pulled Cole's hips closer to her. She could feel him behind her grinding up against her ass. His hands traveled down the length of her thighs and then back up touching her inner thighs. She could feel his breath on her neck, this caused goose flesh and she felt her nipples become erect. Her breathing quickened and arousal began to take over. Her hips ground up against him even more, her chest was rising and falling in an almost feverish manner. 

Cole's hands moved up the length of her body and lightly brushed her breasts, shoulders, and back down her arms. He lightly kissed her neck and in her mind she was stuck in time, with nothing but what she was feeling and HIM. To her there was no music; he was in complete control of her senses, her mind, and her body. She heard someone say, "I want you", and realized it had come from her own mouth. It didn't matter, she wanted this fire that had been started to be put out and only Cole could do that. 

She heard another voice telling her that the song was over, it was Cole's and this brought her back to her senses. She couldn't recall a time that she had been so lost in her thoughts and feelings. She stared into his eyes a few seconds more and then started to walk back to her stool. Cole grabbed her elbow and led her over to a bench where he had been sitting. She sat down, and started to feel like a puppet unable to think or do for herself but only what he wanted her to do. He asked her what she was drinking and she told him. He went and brought back 2 drinks, she couldn't shake the feeling of not being in control, she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the dizzying effect he was having on her.

He sat down and the music started picking up again. It was terribly awkward for her and she imagined it was for him too. They both sat quiet only occasionally looking at each other. Candace felt like she should say something, so when the DJ decided to take a break for 30 minutes she decided it was a good time to strike up a conversation. "I want to thank you for saving me from your brothers last night. I was pretty scared." 

He kind of smiled and said, "I don't know why they do the things they do, but I feel like I have to watch them all the time. They were pretty humbled when they found out you were my boss. I need the job since I am the only one who has a job." 

"What about your father or mother? Don't they work or get retirement or something?"

"No, my dad died a few years back, and my mom is depressed most of the time and can hardly function. She has never gotten over losing my father. So now I am the bread winner and father figure to my brothers." 

"That is quite a lot of responsibility for someone so young as yourself."

"You do what you have to do. Doesn't do any good to complain." 

Candace felt quite impressed by him and realized she had judged him wrongly. They continued to talk about work, life and other things always trying to stay away from what had happened on the dance floor or how lonely their lives were. Candace had finished her drink and Cole went and fetched her another one. Candace was feeling very relaxed, Cole sat down and smiled at her. Candace reached out and laid her hand on his arm. Cole's eyes narrowed as if he was trying to read her actions, but not sure how to respond so he went back to watching the couples out on looking out on t the dance floor. 

Candace removed her hand from his arm, she wondered if she had over stepped her bounds and went back to sipping on her drink. This drink though was the one that was her undoing. "Cole I don't think I can drive, would you mind driving me home?" 

"Sure Ms. Lee if you think I need to." 

"Cole, yes I think I need you to, I am not a drinker." He asked her if she wanted to leave then and she replied that she would like to go. Cole helped her up and walked her to the door, he smiled and almost chuckled when he realized just how drunk she was, she staggered and kept saying, "Please don't tell anyone." 

He reassured her that her secret was safe with her. She handed him her purse and took her keys out, he helped her in the car. He climbed in and started the car up, he glanced over at Candace and she was looking right at him. "Cole, this is twice that you have saved me. I guess I owe you big." 

"You don't owe me anything Ms. Lee." He drove out of the parking lot. He asked Candace for her address and she gave it to him. "Cole, you can call me Candace when we aren't at work. You have done a lot for me and I think we can get past formalities." He didn't say anything and she wasn't sure if that upset him.

Cole finally pulled into her driveway, got out and helped her out of the car. "Will you be ok Ms. Candace", he stumbled over her first name. 

"Can you help me into my house and up stairs?" I still don't feel very steady on my feet." Cole helped her into the house and upstairs to her room. Candace was still unsteady and Cole was afraid to leave her alone but he helped her over to her bed and sat her down. Immediately she fell back on the bed. Cole thought about how beautiful she looked, and how much restraint he needed to have. She opened her eyes and smiled at him warmly.

"Are you okay now Candace? I better go." 

"No, please stay, I don't want to be alone, just stay awhile longer so we can talk." Cole wanted her so badly and he was afraid he might take her; he fought against it and felt like he was playing with fire by staying. Candace pleaded with him to stay and he finally gave in.

"Cole why do you always look at me the way you does?" It makes me feel strange." Cole looked somewhat surprised like a child getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar. 

"Candace, everyday I see you, I am amazed just how beautiful you are. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Candace tried to stand but she fell back again, she thought that this is what liquid must feel like. Cole laughed and asked what she was trying to do. 

"I want to get undressed, but I am not having any luck so I may have to sleep in my clothes." Cole helped her to sit up and sat behind her, he slowly unzipped her dress. She didn't object or fight but she was aware of his touch, she closed her eyes wanting him to take her to where she had been earlier. He slid her dress down over her arms. Then he laid her down on the bed, he stood up and reached under her hips to pull the dress off her the rest of the way leaving her just in her under clothing. He looked at her, her hair lay on the bed like a nest of golden silk, and her skin was creamy.

Now he thought she was even more beautiful, he fought so hard not to take advantage of the situation. She lay there with her eyes closed and he knew how easy it would be have her and ravage her. He wanted her but not like this, when and if he did have her he wanted her sober and wanting him. He sat back down on the bed and slid of her shoes and dropped them on the floor. He then undid the garters from her nylons and slowly slid them off and laid them on the bed. Her skin was smooth and soft; Candace let out a moan and whispered "Cole". 

He looked at her and it was all he could do to keep from kissing her lips or touching her hair. He could feel his erection become almost unbearable and he knew he had to leave soon. He moved Candace up further on the bed and laid her head on the pillow, he then covered her up. Upon leaving her house, he turned out the lights, locked the doors and walked home. He was pleased that he had the willpower and decency but once home behind his bedroom door he would relive this night and relieve himself.

The morning came and Candace woke up, her head felt like it was in a fog. She stretched, sat up and grimaced with a horrible headache. "This is why I don't drink more." She felt horrible, she lay back down, she couldn't remember too much. She didn't force the issue as it made her head hurt more. She knew she had to get some aspirin and then lay back down. She managed to stand up, she realized the only thing she had on was her bra, garter belt, and g-string. Her dress was on the bed along with her nylons and her shoes on the floor, she NEVER left her clothes lying around and she didn't go to bed in her underclothes. She made her way to the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin, swallowed 4 with water and went back to bed. 

Her head was pounding and she lay there waiting for the aspirin to take effect. Her thoughts lightly touched over the dilemma of the night before. Bits and pieces started coming back to her, she remembered dancing with Cole and then going home but she didn't drive, who drove her? She remembered someone undressing her, but who? As she lay there longer, she remembered that Cole drove her home, he helped her up stairs to her room, and he undressed her. After that her memory was a blank, she felt angry that he could take such liberties. "If he undressed me what else did he do?" It was hard for her to believe that he hadn't had his way with her. She was also angry that she couldn't remember. She was angry that what she had wanted to happen did so without her consent. "What if I had consented and just don't remember?" This angered her even more and she felt he should have been man enough to have more control. She finally had herself so worked up that she began to reason that this was no better than him raping her. All the thoughts running through her mind made the tears well up and run down the sides of her face. She felt humiliated, used, and ashamed. She thought to herself that she would fire him, "Bastard" she said while she wept even more.

Her headache let up after 2 hours and she got out of bed, put on her robe but she felt drained. She went downstairs and opened a can of cat food for Mitzi who had waited patiently. "Good old cat. You wouldn't ever betray me would you?" Mitzi looked at her and purred. The smell of cat food was making Candace nauseous. She went into the front room and lay on the couch, turned the TV on and mindlessly watched TV for a few hours. All day Candace felt a sadness that she hadn't felt for a long time. Around 4:00 in the afternoon she began to feel better, she went upstairs to take a shower and brush her teeth. She would get dressed and go get a bite to eat.

The shower felt very rejuvenating and when she got out, she put on a pair of panties, a bra, pair of jeans, and sleeveless shirt. She brushed her hair and her teeth and went downstairs. There was a knock at the door; she had no clue who it was. Visitors never came by on Sunday in fact she hardly got any visitors at all except the ones selling something. She opened the door, and Cole stood smiling at her, she stood there aghast. "What nerve!" she thought, "Has he come back to gloat?" 

Cole said, "Hello Candace, I hope you are feeling better today." 

Candace became so angry and she slapped him across the face. "Who the hell do you think you are? I ought to call the cops on you, you lousy bastard!" 

Cole stood looking shocked, and reached up to catch her hand as she went to slap him again. "What are you talking about?" he asked. 

"How could you do bring me home and fuck me like a 2 dollar whore? Just because I was drunk didn't give you the right!" Cole pushed Candace inside the house and shut the door. 

This time he was getting angry, "What makes you think I did that or even would do that?" She looked at him and realized that maybe she was wrong. What if she had been wrong? What does she do to make it right? 

Cole got a look on his face of realization. "Wait... I know why you think that. You think I am just some black street thug who is out to fuck his white boss. You think I am that hard up that I would have to take advantage of a woman while she is drunk. I may look like I came from the streets and maybe I am not up to your standards, but I do have integrity even if I am black!" 

Candace stood with her mouth open and realized that is how she sounded. "Cole, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. That isn't what I meant at all." 

Cole was still angry and he glared at her, "Ms Lee I wanted you last night in fact I have wanted you for a long time and I could have had you. Don't think I didn't think about it, don't think it wasn't difficult for me to walk away, because it was! I never wanted to have you that way, you begged me to stay, I helped you get undressed, I put you to bed and then I left." With that said, he turned and stormed out. Candace stood there not being able to speak or move, the tears once again flowed down her face and with his words left a sting like the one that she gave him with the slap of her hand. She watched as he walked quickly down the street and she called out to him again, "Cole!" But he didn't turn around or respond he just kept walking.

Candace sat down on the couch and cried bitterly over hurting him and being so wrong. She recalled bits and pieces of the night before and the dancing and the fact that she remembered him leaving without touching her. She remembered the wonderful talks they had at the club and how she admired him, she remembered the dancing and the erotic feel of his body against hers. She remembered how she told him to call her Candace and the hurt she felt when he called her Ms Lee just now. She wanted him, she desired him, she needed him and she lost him all within a matter of hours. Although she had been alone for so many years, now she felt desolate.

The next morning she got up for work, she felt she had no strength or energy to carry on as she always had. Somehow she managed, once she got to work, she saw Jody and remembered that she had forgotten the pin she bought Jody. Jody welcomed her as she always did and Candace smiled half-heartedly at Jody and went in her office. Jody thought that Candace might be sick; she got up and knocked her door. She asked Candace if she was all right. Candace said, "I'm find Jody, I am just tired. I didn't get much sleep at all." Jody went and sat down but still felt uneasy about her excuse.

Candace went to work on her applications but her mind was on the awful way she treated Cole. She had a hard time focusing on her work. At lunchtime Jody left to go eat and Candace lay back in her chair and stared out the window. She looked for Cole but he wasn't there. She didn't see him at all during lunch, nor did she see him at all that day or for the next 4 days. Candace never quite felt like being there, nor did she feel like staying late. She went home everyday at 5 pm just like everyone else. She had hoped he would come by or he would be at work and maybe she could apologize to him again. 

By the end of Thursday she resigned herself to the fact that he wouldn't be back and she could never make up for the awful accusations against him. The hour's drug by and Candace went home, she entered her house and sat down. She stared at everything that she had worked for. She always believed that if she had independence and money, then she could be happy but now she knew material things couldn't hold her when she cried, they couldn't fill the empty silence, laugh with her or make love to her. She went to bed to sleep and just get through another day.

It was Friday and she went to work not expecting anything, she didn't even look for Cole in the loading area when lunchtime came. She sat at her desk doing her work and was only a little more focused than she had been, but the ache never left her heart. Around 2 pm Jody buzzed Candace on her intercom. "Yes Jody." 

"Ms Lee, there is someone here to see you. He says his name is Cole and that you would know who it was." 

Candace swallowed and prepared herself, "Yes Jody send him in." The door opened and Cole entered but he wasn't wearing his work clothes. 

"Ms Lee, I am quitting. I have a new job." 

"Cole I am really sorry but please don't leave. I feel so bad." 

"It has nothing to do with what you said."

"Then why Cole?" 

"I can't work here wanting you and not having you. I realized that it could never be between us. It's so difficult everyday and I've decided it's the best thing for me to leave." Candace' lips quivered and she chocked back the tears. 

"Thank you for telling me, Cole. I wish you all the luck." Cole stood staring at her for a moment and then turned and walked out. Candace felt empty and she was angry with herself for not telling him that she wanted him also. She let her damn pride rule her life and it hadn't done anything for her but leave her alone and lonely.

The time crept by and eventually 5 pm rolled around. Everyone left and Candace looked at all the files she had gotten behind on, she gathered them up in her arms, determined that she would work on them all weekend and have them done by Monday. She didn't know how many applications she had but she felt like the load was more than usual. As usual she went home carried the files in the house, set them down on her kitchen table, fed Mitzi and read the mail.

After dinner, Candace sat down at her table and started going through her applications. She managed to keep her mind on her work and when she looked up she realized it was 12 midnight. She had managed to go through a good portion of her work, which surprised her. She stretched, yawned and got up, she just wanted to go to bed and sleep. She made her way upstairs to the bathroom.

She climbed in the shower and began to lather up, her eyes growing heavy from fatigue. The scent of the lilac soap relaxed her even more. After getting out of the shower and toweling off she crawled into bed, she slipped off into sleep completely nude while the sheets hugged her body. Her dreams that night were of the weekend before and how much fun she had, how happy she was and how young she felt. She dreamt about Cole holding her on the dance floor, somewhere in her dreams the realization came to her as to why she went to the club last weekend and why. She awoke and there she thought, "Why didn't I realize it before?" She had gone to the club because she had secretly hoped Cole would be there." 

All her life she had always taken what she wanted, she was successful but Cole wasn't an object, or possession. He wasn't an application that she could just enter into the computer and forget about. If she was going to have him she had to do more.




Vanilla Passions



In the morning she got up, got dressed and drove to her building, she went upstairs to her office and went through her employees addresses and phone numbers till she found Cole's, she wrote down the information and headed back to her house. Once inside she collected her thoughts, picked up the phone and dialed his number. The phone rang 3 times and then she heard a voice say, "Hello", it was his. 

"Hello Cole. This is Candace." 

With little emotion he said, "Yeah." 

"Can you come over tonight so we can talk, I won't try to talk you into staying, but I don't want you to leave with this between us. Let me make it up to you." 

There was silence and then she heard Cole say. "That really isn't necessary Ms Lee." Every time he said "Ms Lee", it was a slap in the face and she knew she deserved it. 

"Please Cole, we may never see each other again. Don't leave me feeling guilty for the rest of my life." 

"Well, ok. What time do you want me to come over?" 

"How about 9 pm?" He replied that t would be fine and he would see her later.

She felt some relief and busied herself getting ready for a night that neither Cole nor her would forget. She rushed to the store and purchased some crackers, cheese, a bottle of Chianti, strawberries, and whipped cream. When she got home, she rounded up some candles, placed them around her front room. Then she dug out her Luther Vandross music. She put the wine in the refrigerator to let it chill along with 2 wine glasses. She put the rest of the groceries away. It was approaching 7 pm and she was getting excited at the night of romance that she was hoping for. 

She rushed upstairs to get ready, being meticulous in her preparations. Instead of putting on street clothes or work clothes, she slipped on a black negligee that she had bought awhile back, and underneath she was completely nude and accessible. Her hair and body smelled of gardenia, she had applied her makeup with precision; her hair was flowing and very soft. She went down stairs to look at the time and it was now 8:30. She went into the kitchen to prepare the strawberries, laying them on a plate, with a bowl of whipped cream. 

Next she prepared a plate of cheese and crackers and laid the 2 plates on the coffee table in the front room. She went around lit all the candles; this gave off a soft sensuous look and feel. Next she went and put her Luther Vandross into the CD player and turned the volume down. She was quite pleased with how perfect everything was. It was now 8:55 and she knew any minute he would show up. Her excitement started to build even more. She pressed play and the words...anywhere you say to be, from the sky down to the ground came out and lingered in the air.

The clock struck 9 pm and she looked out the window but there was no sight of him anywhere. She paced the floor waiting and hoping he would still show up. When the clock showed 9:15 she feared he wasn't going to show up. She picked the plate of crackers and strawberries up to put them away and just as she opened the refrigerator door, there was a knock at the door. She froze and then hurried to the front room to lay her plates back on the coffee table. She went to the door and paused, her hand reached for the knob and turned it slowly. When she pulled the door open, Cole looked at her, and then looked her over. He had little expression on his face, and he came in.

"Thank you for coming, I just wanted to have a nice time like we did at the club when we talked." He still didn't say much but he scanned the room. "Please sit down." 

Cole went over and sat on the edge of the couch like he was ready to escape at a moments notice. "You can sit back." 

"No, thank you. I can't stay long. What did you want?" 

Candace felt snubbed, couldn't he see what she had planned? She steadied her voice and asked him, "Would you like some wine? Just one glass, please?" She was starting to feel this evening would be a bust and was preparing for it.

Cole looked at her squarely and said, "Okay, just one." She went and got the chilled glasses and wine and poured them each a glass. She took a sip of hers and watched as Cole barely drank his. She couldn't read his body language or his face, but she sat on the floor at his feet.

After a few minutes she motioned to the crackers and cheese. Cole just shook his head and said he was fine. Candace then went on to tell him; how she had always been independent and never felt she needed anyone. She told about a man years back that she had given her virginity to and then never called her again. She was very hurt as she had given him something that can only be given once and she thought he loved her.

After he hurt her she threw herself into her company and since that time had never had another relationship or sex again. She made a success of her business and just got used to being successful. Her job became her lover and that was fine till she saw Cole. 

His eyes lit up and he looked at her, he seemed to be more interested in what she was saying now. He grabbed a cracker and some cheese while she continued to talk. "I am a successful woman, a woman of means, I put couples together, I am a matchmaker but when it comes right down to relationships I am very inexperienced. You don't know how many times I wanted a pair of arms holding me but it didn't happen, I poured myself into my work, it seemed to squelch any desires or wants that I had. It did until I saw you." 

Cole had drunk his glass of wine and Candace poured him another. Cole lay back against the couch and relaxed. Candace drank her wine, she picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the whipped cream, she smiled and lifted a strawberry to Cole's' lips. He hesitated and then opened his mouth, she fed it to him, and watched him as he bit the tip of it off and then consumed the last bit. The juice tinted his lips red and Candace smiled. 

Cole smiled back at her and the atmosphere became light. Candace stood up and asked Cole to dance one time with her. Cole hesitated and then stood; Always and Forever was playing. Candace stood in front of Cole and puts her arms around Cole's' neck and then she put his hands around her waist. She leaned her head against his chest, she could smell him, and she could feel the hardness of his muscles under his shirt. They started to sway to the music and they held each other tight. His face was buried in her hair and he started humming the song, quietly while they moved to the music. Her eyes closed as the sound of his humming took her somewhere else. Cole reached behind her and lightly touched her hair and leaned in it to smell it again.

She felt if she could be anywhere in the world this is where she would want to be. She snuggled in more and kissed his chest right. He stiffened up and backed away. "No way are you going to take me there and then scream I raped you. I think I better leave." 

"Please Cole I swear that I won't do that. Don't leave me lonely, please." The tears started to fall, and she pleaded with Cole to stay. This softened him up enough that he said he wouldn't go. He reached to dry the tears from her eyes.

"Cole I know what I did the other day was cruel and I have no excuse. Since then I have been miserable and so ashamed. I also know Cole why I came to that particular club, I had hoped you would be there I hadn't realized it until last night. I have dreams about you Cole and until you can give me something real, my dreams won't stop. Candace went and knelt down between Cole's legs. She leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt, her kisses trailed down his chest to his waist. Cole didn't say too much but didn't stop her either. Her mouth and hands had tugged on his pants and Cole rose up a bit so that she could pull them down further. Finally they were off, and now she had nothing to hold her back. His cock wasn't completely hard...YET! 

Her nails dug up his thighs and her left hand cuddled his balls, her mouth lightly kissed and flicked the head of his penis, her tongue licked and traveled the full length of Cole's cock. When he was hard enough, she took him all in her mouth and she sucked. Saliva spilt out of her mouth and ran down the length of his cock on to his balls. Candace used the saliva as lubrication to stroke him while she continued to taste and savor him. Cole moaned and when she looked up at him, she knew that what she was doing was pleasing him. 

Her fingers pulled gently on his scrotum as Candace eagerly licked and sucked him. Cole laid back on the couch and let Candace' tongue make its rise and decent along the ridge and gently she put his balls inside her mouth, she carefully sucked while she masturbated his cock, the feeling of it swelling and throbbing was a feeling that she knew and she stopped. She wasn't ready for the party to be over. Cole looked her and asked, "Why did you stop?" 

"Well I wasn't ready for you to cum yet. I wanted to give you a few minutes to calm down and then we could start all over again. Cole had a look in his eyes that read, "Don't fuck with me!" Candace looked at Cole and asked what was wrong. Cole stood up and grabbed Candace by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall, it was scaring her, he seemed so angry. "What Cole, what did I do?"

He shook her and shoved her against the wall again. This time he settled down and gritted his teeth, "Candace, do you have any idea what you are doing to me? Well do you?" 

Candace didn't know what he was talking about. "No I don't, what am I doing?" 

He looked in her eyes and he wanted to throw her against a wall for making him feel the way he did about her. "You are driving me crazy, tell me you want me." 

"What?" 

I said, "Tell me you want me." 

She sighed, "Ok I want you." 

Cole gritted his teeth and repeated it, "Tell me you want me dammit", and say it like you mean it. 

Candace was feeling frightened but she repeated, "I need you."

He screamed at her, "Not like that, like you mean it!"

Once again she said, "I want you." This time it was convincing. 

Cole stood directly in front of her and he felt intimidating to her. She looked down; he yanked her head up and said, "Say it again."

"I want you."

He leaned down to kiss her fully on the lips but almost too hard. These things he was doing were not part of her plans. He pinned her shoulders against the wall and leaned his body against hers and said, "Kiss me."

Candace didn't know what went wrong but she was scared. She could feel the tears build up in her eyes. He looked at her, grabbed her face and squeezed it hard and then said through gritted teeth, "Candace, tell me you want it and mean it, kiss me like you mean it or I will leave right now." 

Candace tried to regain her composure, she swallowed tears and when she spoke it was quiet and her voice shook. "Cole, I want you, I want you, I want you!" She buried her face in his chest, and her whole body shook. She reached up her face to kiss him, his lips met hers and the kiss was dramatic, complete, and lustful. After they had kissed, he took her nightgown and ripped it off of her leaving her nude. 

Candace felt somewhat scared, as he was not acting like he had so many other times, Cole looked at her with animal lust and scooped her up in his arms he carried her upstairs and dropped her on the bed. He closed the door to the bedroom. 

"Cole is everything ok, you are frightening me." 

Cole snickered, "Oh yeah everything is fine and going to get a whole lot better. Candace scurried to the back of the bed, maybe she was wrong about him, and maybe he was a lunatic. 

"Cole please tell me, why are you acting this way?" Cole removed his clothes and threw them fall to the floor. His cock was fully erect and in his hands he had something. He said nothing but straddled her chest and tied one hand to the bed frame. Candace wondered what she had gotten mixed up with, she started to try and get away.

"Now you will be quiet, and you will do as your told!" Candace sucked in air and couldn't seem to exhale. She didn't fight it anymore for she was afraid to. Cole tied her other hand and then worked on tying her spread eagle. He took a deep breath and looked at her. "Candace you will always fight against what you are feeling and will never really surrender, you will continue to tease. Now you cannot tease me but I can. I can do to your body anything I want and you have to let me. She tugged on the wraps and tried to loosen them and set herself free. Cole laughed, "It won't do you any good to fight, Candace started talking and another tie across her mouth and tied in back to keep her from speaking. Then the last band went across her eyes so she couldn't see. Now she could only experience what he gave her. 

There was no movement in the room and she wondered if this had been a joke or was he going to leave her there like that. She tried to say 'Cole' but it was muffled. Soon she could hear footsteps and it sounded like he set something down near by. She felt the bed shift when he sat next to her. 

"Candace, you need to learn trust. I will not do anything that you won't like, I covered your eyes and mouth so that there are no outer stimuli, no objections, I have tied your hands and feet so that your body is here like this waiting to be loved the way you want and need. Candace didn't move. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, her cheek, her neck and her breasts. He sat up and his hand continued to lovingly caress ever part of her. "Candace think about the dancing and how it felt." Candace stopped feeling afraid and she relaxed, she did think about the dancing. She felt a drip of something cold at first she couldn't tell what it was and it wasn't long before she realized it was ice. He rubbed the ice against her skin and over her nipples, and just when it seemed to cold, she could feel the heat of Cole's mouth on her nipple, teasing it sucking it, nibbling it. He would repeat this ritual many times.

She was so aroused by this she could hardly contain herself, but just as suddenly he started, he quit. Through her gag he could tell that she was fighting it and protesting. "Now see this is what it is like when you tease me." Candace calmed down some as she felt her lesson had been taught; now he would loosen her bands, but he didn't. Instead he talked to her. "Candace, you are so beautiful, I am afraid to touch you. It is almost like holding an enchanted bird, if not held properly, can fly away and will be lost to me forever. His fingers lightly ran up and down her thighs. His fingers drew circles on her belly and she quivered. She wanted him, she wanted to tell him but she couldn't.

Candace listened and the sound of his voice was soothing and sensual. She was no longer afraid. He spoke to her soft and soothingly while his hand ran through her hair, and lightly traced the outline of her face with his finger. He leaned over and kissed her gently, her body went almost limp. He kissed her thighs and his tongue ran up the inside of her thighs close to but never touching her pussy. He teased her with his tongue and her hips shifted, she wanted him to taste her, but he was now in control. She ached and she thought this was its own torture, wonderful and yet painful. Cole's tongue lightly flicked once on her clitoris, she gasped and raised her hips up to meet his mouth, but Cole wouldn't let her get that close until he decided. Her desire, passion, wanton needs were his to command and control. His lips kissed a trail up to her face and he laid his body on top of hers. He didn't enter her yet, he loved the feeling of being in control and having her anyway he wanted. He cupped her face and kissed her and then he gently removed the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked a few times and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. He saw her eyes soften and knew that she was done fighting, and protesting. He kissed her neck. "How wonderful you smell and feel. I want you more than you know but you will soon find out." He asked her if she was done talking too much if she was going to be a good girl. She nodded and he removed the gag and kissed her full on the lips and she kissed back. Their passions ignited again and Cole crawled down between her legs, "Now you will know what it is to be loved." 

His mouth feasted on her pussy and her breathing quickened, her moans came louder and louder. "Cole, don't stop, don't stop! She thought she would go insane.

"Cole make me cum, please. I can't take this anymore." With that he held her hips and his mouth flicked and sucked her clit. She screamed and her body convulsed as one wave of pleasure after another rocked her. Her head thrashed back and forth, she moaned, "Yes, oh yes. God that feels good. Kiss me, please kiss me." He climbed up on top of her again and hungrily kissed her on the mouth. She felt feverish, her face was flush, and all he could do was be amazed at her beauty. 

After all this time, she was his. "Cole, I want you so badly, please untie me and let me love you back. I want you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, please." He heard the desperation in her voice and he unloosed her hands and feet. He paused for only a moment before he entered her. Her legs wrapped around his and she thrust her hips up to meet his hungrily. 

Her vagina hugged his cock and they both moaned he began his slow and deliberate thrusts, which became faster as the feelings intensified. There had been an ache inside of her but now that was going away. Her excitement started its up hill climb, and her nails dug into his back, "Harder, fuck me harder" He pounded into her and she gladly received it, "Make me feel everything!" 

Cole roughly squeezed her skin, his fingers wrapped around her hair tight and pulled. He bit her neck, "Yes, that's it, oh keep doing it, faster, fuck me faster." Cole pounded faster and harder, the sweat started to run down his face and drop on Candace leaving a small puddle on her neck. Candace grabbed Cole's ass and held on, finally she moaned and cried out and her body stiffened and Cole could feel the after math of her orgasm. 

Her vagina throbbed; she kissed his neck and looked into his face, into those beautiful brown eyes of his. Cole also was approaching his orgasm, Candace told Cole to hold still and so she could milk his cock. Cole was still, while Candace fucked his cock fast and hard, every muscle that was exposed was bulging from the intenseness of his impending release. She watched his face, "Play with your tits for me." She did this gladly and kept up her pace. Cole, thrust one time deep inside her. She knew he had cum, she could feel the semen hit against her cervix and he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her neck and laid on top of her for a while, her arms held him and she kissed his face, and rubbing her legs up and down on his. Her hands rubbed his back and held him close to her. 

She spoke softly "Can we just lay together for awhile, I am not ready to give you up yet?" 

"Sure, we can." he whispered. He rolled over and she lay close to him with her head on his shoulder and for 15 minutes they didn't say anything except breathe and touch each other. Candace would scoot closer and cuddle up to him, if she could have crawled up into his very soul and died there she would have.

At times she would kiss his Hands, she laid her hand on his chest and the thought of vanilla and chocolate flashed through her mind, which was what they were together. Candace thought she loved him, but wouldn't say so. She couldn't let herself go there. Nothing was said and Candace looked up into Cole's face. He looked down at her also. He smiled then kissed her on the forehead. She stared at him, she could love him, oh it would be so easy to love him, but she knew there was no future in it. 

They both knew that there was no future in this love affair. Candace closed her eyes and tried to chase the thoughts away, but it was too late. They held each other tight; they both were taking mental pictures of this moment. It was something that they would carry with them for the rest of their lives. Cole kissed Candace one last time and then he got up to get dressed. 




Vanilla Passions



Candace laid in bed watching every move he made, she was memorizing his face, body, and expressions. He looked up at her, there were those beautiful brown eyes and she could tell that this was equally hard for him too. He smiled, headed toward the bedroom door and without looking back walked through it. Candace sat in bed, hoping that he would run back to her but also knowing he wouldn't. 

She listened as the front door opened and closed, and then the silence. The silence seemed to laugh and scream at her, "You're alone again!"

Then next day Candace grabbed the pin that she had bought for Jody, and headed off to work. Candace wasn't sure how she felt that day, her emotions bounced between the joy of having one night of great pleasure but sadness of knowing that is all she would ever have with Cole. Candace felt if she could throw herself into her work again, then maybe with time she wouldn't notice the loneliness.

Once she reached her office, she greeted Jody and handed her the pin. "What is this for Ms Lee?"

"Jody, I don't let you know enough how much I appreciate all you do for me."

Jody smiled big and accepted the pin, "Thank you, but I love working for you."

"I know you do and I enjoy you."

"Would you like your coffee now?"

"Yes Jody thanks you."

Candace went in and sat down at her desk. She blankly stared at her computer screen. She didn't feel like being there, she shook her head and tried hard to put herself into the mode of businesswoman. Candace knew she would never be the same woman again and part of her heart would always belong to Cole. Her memory would hold Cole close to her as she held him that night. 

Jody knocked on the door and brought the coffee in and laid it on the desk. "Jody, hold all calls for me please." Jody nodded and shut the door. Candace laid back in her chair and stared out the window, for a few moments she pictured Cole down in the loading area, his shirt off and the muscles flexing as he hoisted each bag of mail. But in reality he wasn't down there and he would never look back up at her again the way he used to. Candace tried to choke back the tears but a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek to freedom. She whispered, "I love you."