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Candie

By: Falcon



I am a forty-three year old guy who had been married for 25 years until my wife told me one day that I was not a man in bed and that my cock was not meeting her needs, in other words too small. I went into an eight month state of depression till a friend introduced me to the sport of mountain biking. He got me to get myself into shape and to get some self-esteem back. But it still did not improve my confidence with woman. Not too many men I know would really want to dive back into another worrying whether she is going to tell him one day hey guy your dicks too small take a hike. So instead of taking a woman with me on my vacation biking in the Rockies I decided to take just me. 

I spent most of the day biking to the top of a mountain I had been told that if you made it to the top there was a trail that returned back to camp that would let you fly. Some guys had even bragged of hitting speeds of 40-50 Mph. I pushed off and about half way down found out they were right you could get flying. I was really letting it hang out when I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of something in the trail. Before I could react I was sent airborne, landing flat on my back knocking the wind from me and tearing skin from my back. I was still seeing stars when a face appeared above me. It was a vision of such beauty, that I knew I had died and gone to heaven. She had hair of gold, eyes dark blue, and a face of a goddess. 

She was asking if I was Ok, saying I'm sorry at the same time. I was so captured by her beauty that it took me a few minutes to realize that I in fact was not dead and that she as saying, she was sorry she had been in the middle of the trail and caused the accident. I slowly rose up to a sitting position to take stock of the situation. I looked over the front wheel of my bike was trashed, my arms, legs, and back hurt like hell and were tore up but good. After I saw my bike I got pissed and turned to chew this dumb ass out but when I turned her beauty hit like a ton of bricks and the tears in her eyes melted my heart instantly. We both stood up, me aching all over and she was apologizing like crazy. It was then that I noticed her well-shaped body, large breast with large nipples protruded from her form-fitting shirt. 

Her waist was narrow and very athletic looking. I looked down at her legs, which was muscular and tan. She was around twenty if she was a day. Despite aching all over I found myself becoming aroused, and standing there in a pair of spandex bike shorts she had to have noticed too, but gave no indication. 

I went and picked up my now trashed bike and contemplated how long it was going to take me to walk the five miles back to camp. The young lady came up to me and said she would walk back with me to keep me company. I told her she didn't have to but she insisted. As we walked she told me her name was Candie and that she was going to spend some time here camping and biking. I asked her if her boyfriend or husband was going to join her here. She didn't answer right away but finally said she was married but her husband was not going to be there with her. I asked how come and she went on to explain that she had put on some weight after have two kids and that her husband wouldn't sleep with her until she lost the weight. 

Well, she said she had worked her ass off getting her weight off, even took up biking to help out. But no matter how hard she worked he was always telling her she was fat. The guy needed glasses, here was a woman who was drop dead gorgeous. Firm large tits, big nipples (probably from breast feeding her kids), perfect tear drop ass and tan legs that went all the way up. Most guys I know would commit murder to bed a woman like this, including me. I again had to shake such thoughts from my head because I was sporting a hard on that stuck out from those damn tight shorts, and I'm sure Candie noticed cause I thought I caught her looking that direction once or twice.

When we got back to camp it was getting late and I needed a shower. Candie wanted to pay for the wheel that was bent but I told her not to bother and told her I would get a new one tomorrow. I gather up my clothes and stuff to shower and headed off. I noticed Candie had grabbed her stuff and was headed to the showers too. I undressed and took note of the damage done in the wreck and choked it up to just a bad day. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade or me washing away the dirt but reviling the scratches as the soap and water washed the cuts. 

I had just finished washing my hair when I realized I could hear the shower running next door. I knew Candie was in there washing the day's dirt from her. My mind drifted into a vision of her rubbing soap onto her hands and rubbing it over her breast, her nipples getting hard from the touch. Her hands cover in soap traveling down her belly to her pussy. It was so real that I could see the soap covering her. I could see her bending over breast hanging down as she soaped her beautiful legs down. Her tear drop ass high in the air, her ...damn...I came around suddenly when someone came in to use the bathroom. I hadn't even realized I had grabbed my cock and was stroking it I was so involved. Quickly I rinsed off and dressed hoping no one had seen me jerking myself.

I returned to my tent and was getting dinner ready when Candie came over and asked if I would like to have a glass of wine with her. How could I refuse here was a twenty-year-old beauty asking this old man to have a drink? I followed her to her camp and sat down as she poured us our drinks. Damn that tasted good after a day of dust and pain. We made small talk about how she wished her hubby would want her more, to make love to her. It must have been a combination of wine, no food, and her beauty because all of a sudden I blurted out that if she was my wife she would never get off her back. 

She looked at me in total shock, I figured any minute she would slap me and make me go. But she didn't, I started to apologize but she placed a soft finger to my lips to stop me. We stared at each other second, then something came over me. I couldn't resist it any more and leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were like rose petals so soft it made me take a deep breath. I pulled back again waiting to get smacked but I didn't instead, she leaned forward and kissed me, our lips parted as our tongues sought to find one another. A soft moan escaped her lips and we kissed for what seemed like and eternity. 

Her kiss was like no other, I was literally drunk with passion, I wanted her so badly. But how could a woman such as her want and old fart like me. I pulled away, she looked at me and asked if she had done something wrong, I told her no and went on to explain to her about what my wife had done and said and even blurted out that I was to old for her. She looked at me a second and said to her age was just numbers and that she found me very sexy and attractive. With that we kissed again this time with even more passion that before. 

She got took me by the hand and led me to her tent, once inside we continued were we had left off. I found my hands roaming all over her body, even through her clothes I could feel how firm and athletic she was. My hands snaked under her shirt and found here soft tits, topped with large very hard nipples. As my hand found them she moaned and arched her back, she even broke our kiss to tell me to pinch her nipples that it really made her wet. I took a nipple between my fingers and applied pressure, damn, you thought I had shot her with a thousand volts of electricity. 

She was moaning and rubbing her legs all over me, she was a wild cat, in fact she was squirming so much that I thought I would not able to hold on to her. She reached down and with one pull removed her shirt, her tits were as tan as her legs, topped with large tan nipples. Her hand reached up and pulled my head down so I could suck on them. God they were nice, I sucked one then the other, never wanting to stop. As I sucked her tits my hand slide down and unsnapped her pants, then I slid my hand into her panties and found a soaking wet pussy. She was wet and hot I was able to slide two fingers straight into her steaming pussy. As I did she came with such force that I thought for a second she would hurt herself, I had never seen a woman cum so hard in my life, not to mention the scream of I'M cumming, so loud I figured the ranger five miles away heard her. 

I was disappointed thinking now that she came I was out of luck cause the few times my wife got off she would go to sleep straight after and I would be left to my own demise. Wrong, Candie finished taking her clothes off revealing her all over tan and fantastic body. She smiled, then reached up to pulled down my sweat pants, I reach for her and stopped her. She looked at me and with a soft soothing voice asked me why I had stopped her. I told her that I was afraid to show any woman my cock because of what my wife had said, that it was too small. She looked me dead in the eye and said...I'll be the judge of that and with one quick jerk had my pants down. 

For a second no one moved. Fear gripped me like a cold fist. Finally Candie spoke, small cock, your old lady must have had a pussy the size of the Grand Canyon. It's twice the size of my old mans. With that lowered her mouth to my now straining cock and put it into her warm mouth. The sensation was almost more than I could stand. She slowly moved her mouth up and down first real slow then real fast, she was literally killing me with pleasure. I told her that I was going to cum, and did, I didn't think I would every stop cumming from the sensation of the greatest blow job I had ever had. 

Candie moved up and snuggled up next to me and asked if I had enjoyed it. Hell yes I said, she then told me her old man wouldn't let her suck his cock, told her she wasn't that good. Her old man was an idiot, she had just given me the best head ever. 

We talked a while and kissed a little, then a little more, then some more, till we were both hot as hell. She parted her legs as I moved between them. I wanted to get inside her like now, but decided to give her soon pleasure with my tongue. As I move into position she told me no one had every done that, not even her husband, he told her it was unnatural. I assured her it was ok and dove in. She tasted so good I never wanted to stop. She was tense at first but soon relaxed, and really got into it cumming many times, she came so hard one time I thought she would break my neck.

I was really enjoying getting her off with my mouth but I wanted her see what it was like inside her pussy. I moved up so my cock was just pushing against her pussy hole, feeling her wetness, when she told me that she had never had anybody but her husband inside her. I looked into her eyes and told her it was going to be like making love to a virgin. With that her heels dug into my ass and pushed me into her wet pussy. My good I have never been into a woman with such a wet and hot pussy. It was as if it was on fire. She moaned as my cock sank into her, she pushed up to meet my penetration. I didn't move for a few minutes I just wanted to enjoy the fantastic feeling that I was getting from being inside Candie. We slowly began to move in unison. My cock siding in and out of her with no effort. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end. But we both must have been horny as hell cause before long we were thrashing around all over inside of the tent. 

Me grunting like a wild animal and her moaning as if it was her first time. At one time during our romp she flipped herself over on top and rode me as there was no tomorrow. Her wetness running down my cock to my cum laden balls. I finally ended back on top her legs on my shoulders driving into her for all I was worth. Sweat was dripping from both of us as we came together me gritting my teeth so hard I thought they would chip and her arching her back and screaming she was cumming not once, not twice, but three times, they were like spasms' one after another. I rolled off her short of breath and sweating like I had run a marathon. They only thing that I heard her say at first was "oh my god that was good, I have never cum like that, never" I turned to her and smiled, then kissed her. 

We cuddled up and feel asleep later awaking and making love slow and easy taking time to explore every inch of her. We spent the rest of the week we had together biking and making love. It was a weekend that I will never soon forget.

Candle Light



He goes to the hotel room and slides the card into the door of the room where they had agreed to meet, a click is herd and the light turns green. With a smile he turns the handle and opens the door. The room is dark, save for several candles around the room, and the smell of jasmine penetrates the air. He notices you sitting on the edge of the bed, a devious smile across your face, legs crossed and hands on your lap. He quickly closes the door and starts heading to you. You start to speak, but he holds his finger to his mouth, words are not to be said this night.

As he approaches, he sees you wearing the outfit purchase several months before that he has mentioned numerous times how good you look in; the one with the blue striped top and the light tan skirt ending just above the knees. As he approaches you start to stand but he nods no, and you remain seated just as you are. Just before he gets to you he stops and looks at you for a moment, admiring the view. He then bends down, his lips meet yours. The tongues meet for just a moment, circling each other, and then he slowly backs away.

He stands and backs away a short distance and tells you to stand which you do. He looks upon you; a smile comes to his face admiring you from your face to your bare feet and back to your face once again. He finally tells you to slowly turn around, to which you do, his eyes not leaving you the entire time. You stand there for what seems an eternity but in reality it is but a moment. He takes a sole finger and lightly touches the middle of your back, ever so slowly moving it up your back, caressing along the way. Once he approaches your neck he starts to move to move to the left until he reaches your ear. Ever so slowly he draws himself closer and lightly starts to nibble on your lower ear. After what seems like hours, he draws himself in close until the space between your bodies is no more. You can fell his hard cock pressing into your back with him ever so slowly grinding away in anticipation of what is to come.

He motions you to lower your self down to the bed; he guides you until your bent over with your waist is at the edge of the bed with your chest down and your rear facing out. He backs up just slightly and admires the view from behind. He takes his finger and places it in the middle of your back once again and slowly moves down to your waist and down your skirt until there is no longer flesh under the material. He then goes up to your shirt and with a hand at each side starts to slide it up, along the way taking his tongue and ever so slowing running it up your spine. Once your shirt is removed, he goes back down to your red satin bra, unhooks it and pushes it to the sides, lightly kissing the skin that was trapped under. As he removes it, he momentarily brushes the sides of your breasts, and then lifts you up enough to remove the bra, hands roaming across the naked flesh of your breasts, ever so slightly teasing your nipples as he removes it.

With your bra removed he slowly runs his hands down your side, teasing your flesh along the way, until your skirt is reached. He then moves his hands to your rear, massaging your flesh through the material in your skirt. He works his way down to the bottom of your skirt and starts to lift it, running his fingers along your inner thighs until he can see your red satin panties, ones that perfectly match your bra. He spreads your legs apart, and then with his hands he takes his index

and ring fingers and runs along where the panties meet the flesh, with his middle finger going down the center, moving forward and back ever so slowly, back and forth. He can feel you getting wet and can feel your legs starting to tremble ever so slightly each time he makes a pass over your lips. He finally bends down, and starts teasing the flesh at the edge of your panties with his tongue, he can smell your sweet scent become heavy in the air. He slowly slips his tongue under your panties, teasing the edge of your lips.

He moves your panties to the side, takes his tongue and runs up and down your lips, to the left and to the right, in circles and other directions that seem to be right for you. He works his way up to your clit, ever so gently starts flicking it with the tip of his tongue, slowly at first then faster and faster. He takes his index finger and enters you while staring to suck on your clit, searching for just the right spot. You are getting so wet, the smell and the taste are driving him insane, and he can not get enough of you. He takes his middle finger and enters you with both, from your sounds and movements he knows you like it. He finally can take no more, your scent, your moans and your trembling are taking his toll and he can wait no

longer.

He removes his pants and boxers, his cock as hard as it has ever been. He goes up to you, you still bent over with your panties on but pushed to the side from him tasting your juices, your lips glistening in the candle light. He takes his cock and rubs it on your pussy lips, rubbing your juice from top of its head to bottom of the shaft, then finally he enters your pussy. Even with such a tight fit, he enters easily due to your extreme wetness, slowly thrusting in and out, then starts building speed, entering deeper, moving side to side. Your become more and more wet making it so easy for his cock to keep

moving. He can hear your moaning and even at times whimpering turning him on all that much more, your lips sucking his cock in deeper and deeper every thrust he makes. He has starts to slow down just a little, your pussy feels so good to him, but he doesn't want to end it yet.

As he continues to work away at your pussy, faster, harder, he can not take it any longer, he knows he is almost their. He stands, picks you up and places you in the middle of the bed face up so he can see your beautiful body laying their in front of him. He bends down; kissing your pussy lips covering his lips with your juices, then goes up your mouth and kisses your lips on your face. He then goes down to your breasts, kissing each nipple while teasing the other with his hand. He then stands, puts one foot on each side of your body then proceeds to lower him self so he is straddling you above your belly. He takes his cock, glistening in the candlelight from the wetness of your pussy, and places it between your breasts, then takes your hands and puts them each to the side of your breasts to apply pressure.

He slowly starts working his cock forward and back, then faster and faster. His cock is so wet from your pussy nothing is slowing him down, you both are enjoying the experience. He can not contain himself any longer, the thoughts of your tight wet pussy, seeing his cock covered in your wetness sliding in between your breasts and seeing the expression on your face is all he can take; he unleashes on an orgasm like he has never before experienced, spreading his cum all over your chest and neck with some drops landing near your lips which you quickly lick clean. After a moment he bends down kisses your lips and once again your tongues momentarily meet. He then stands, proceeds to get dressed and leaves the room, but not with out one more kiss and taking a final glance of you in the candle light.



Candle Magic



She arranged the candles she had made for this occasion around the living room. Many, many candles arranged on cloth which draped all the furniture. She arranged them at different heights so they seemed to cascade from fixture to fixture. As she lit them, the room began to smell of honey as the bees wax melted. 

She knew he would be home any minute and she wanted this night to be special. In the kitchen, dinner only needed to be plated to be ready to serve. In the living room, everything was ready right down to the cushion on the floor by the couch. 

She was dressed in her favorite pair of jeans. The ones with the holes for air-conditioning she told everyone. Her long soft leather shirt over them hanging un-tucked practically to her knees. Her hair pulled back in a single pony tail away from her face. 

She took a seat on the couch and waited for him to come home. She made one last check under the seats to make sure that everything was in place. Feeling the soft silk in her fingers, she smiled.

The door opened and she rose to greet him. 

“Mmmmm something smells good.” he said as he kissed her gently. She took his hand and lead him to the couch, watching his reaction as he moved into the room.  Tired eyes coming alive, his palms becoming hot and his breathing quickening. 

“Sit here.” she motioned the cushion on the floor.  She took her place on the couch in front of him as he knelt down. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you are not too tired tonight. Please remove your belt sweetie.” He did so quickly and with out question handed it to her.

She took the tie and the belt with her to the kitchen where she plated their dinner. A large well seasoned rib eye steak, baked potatoes slathered in butter and sour cream and a large salad. She took the plate into the living room and settled herself in front of him. 

Delicately she cut the steak and fed him a bite. “Tell me about your day.” she said as she took a slice of steak. “Now really dear, palms up and hands on your knees” 

They exchanged stories of their day as she fed him and herself. She could see the anticipation on his face. The way he shifted his weight from time to time. The candle light enhancing the tell tale hardness beneath his pants.

She moved a bare foot out and stroked his swollen member through his pants and watched him catch his breath and his eyes flutter. She gave him a quick kiss and permission to take the plate back into the kitchen. “You are to be undressed when you return.” 

He stood, took the plate and went to the kitchen. She could hear him putting the dishes in the dishwasher and then the silence, broken by the clatter of change as it fell on the floor, while he undressed. He returned and took his place on the cushion. Eyes lowered, kneeling, with his palms up and hands on his wide spread knees, sitting back on his heels, he waited for her next order.

She looked at him. She never got tired of looking at him. His strong arms and broad shoulders. She loved the lines of his body. Taking a toe, she began tracing the lines on his chest, down his belly and around his cock. Teasing him. Watching is breathing increase, the subtle loosening of his muscles as he alternately tensed and relaxed. His expression as it changed. His eyes closing, his mouth parting ever so slightly to allow more air into his lungs. 

She loved this transformation. Each time she watched it, he became a little more hers. She owned another small part of him. Another piece of his soul he laid down for her to take and add to her collection.

She bent down and with a single finger on his left shoulder, she turned him to face away from her. She pushed him face down onto the large square coffee table. It was large enough so that when she pulled his arms from under him and tied them to the legs at one end, his shoulders had to stretch to keep his knees on the floor. She shackled his thighs and tied them to the legs at the other end. Reaching between the seat cushions, she pulled the silk scarves out and began blindfolding him. 

His breathing became more shallow. He swallowed attempting to hide his fear.  She never had blinded him before. His mind raced and he started to panic. He began to tremble with fear and excitement.

Noticing this, she pushed a finger in through one of the holes in her jeans and coated her fingers with her slick fluids. She placed her finger on his lips as though to tell him to be quiet, leaving a trail of her scent. He moaned his need for her as he licked his lips searching for the finger. 

He belonged to her and he knew it. She had always held him with her eyes. From the moment they met, her eyes had pierced his soul claiming it for her own. Then she had taken everything else from him as well starting with his balls and then his heart succumbed as well. He was bound to her more strongly than any chain or bit of leather could hold him.

He heard her moving around him. He smelled her on his lips. He felt her hand sliding down his back. Calming him with her touch. Reassuring him that she was here. 

She kept her hand on him as she opened the drawer in the table with the other. She felt him tense as he heard and felt the movement. She pulled his collar out and put it on him. She also pulled out her toys.

He felt the cold first on his ass as she invaded him with the lubricant. First pushing one finger in, allowing him to get use to the feeling, then another and another. He tried to relax for her as she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with the strap on she used on him. 

She covered the strap on with lubricant and pushed it firmly into his tight hole. She watched as he struggled to relax. Moving it in a little at a time and pulling back slightly to get another push into him. Deeper each time. Once it was in, she held still allowing him a moment to accept her gift to him. 

Slowly she began to move. Thrusting firmly in and out of him. Taking him the way she wanted. Listening to his moans of pleasure and pain mingling, sending confused signals to his brain. Making love to him. 

She turned on the vibrator sending pulses of sensation through him. She massaged his back as she continued her steady movements in and out of him watching him as he rode on wave after wave of pain and pleasure. Feeling for him to try pushing back into her. Feeling as his muscles tensed indicating his excitement. His need to cum. 

She would stop moving when he would get close. Rubbing his back to help him relax. Listen to his pleas his need to be touched. His need to cum for her.

She reached over and took a large cylinder bees wax candle in her hand and tipped it looking at the wax.  Testing it on herself for temperature.

She began her movements again. He moaned his need, his pleasure, his frustration to her. She began to move more quickly into him watching him pull on the ropes as he moaned in time with her rhythm. Faster and faster she moved. His moans practically screams of frustration.

She carefully picked up the candle again and drizzled some of the wax onto his back. He screamed in pain, twisting to get away from the heat of the wax. His movements pushing the dildo back onto her clit. Rubbing it. 

She peeled the wax from his back and poured more onto him. He desperately moved into her. Knowing that it would stop as soon as she would cum. Trying to move into her. Trying to force the dildo over her clit. Moving up and down to stimulate the button that would turn the pain off. 

She poured more wax on him. Loving the way he jumped and moved when she did. Feeling the dildo grinding into her clit. Peeling the next layer of wax off him, she applied the unexpected ingredient…. Ice. 

The quick cooling of his burnt skin startled him. He didn’t move for a moment. He didn’t dare breath. 

Her movements had stopped. She had pulled almost the entire dildo out and waited for his next reaction. Only the head of the invading monster was left in. Moving only with their breathing.

She put the candle down and placed her hands on either side of his ass. Rubbing it. Moving her fingers around and grasping his hips, she pulled herself into him with a single motion imbedding the dildo completely in his ass. Fucking him quickly and hard. His gasps undoing her self control as she screamed her orgasm into every corner of his being. 

Shuttering helplessly on his back as she collapsed.  Her breathing ragged. Her cool skin against his back. 

They lay like that for a while as she regained her breath. Pulling the dildo out of him, she unshackled his thighs and untied his hands from the coffee table. Massaging his shoulders, she moved his arms behind him, tied them again at his back and helped him sit, then stand. She walked him backwards a couple of steps to the couch where she laid him down on his back.

She straddled him, and lowered herself until his hard cock could feel her heat. It twitched as it tried to reach the hot wet opening. She steadied him as she lowered herself over him. Slowly. Pushing him all the way into her. Listening to him trying to breath as her hot pussy eased down. 

She sat on him, not moving for the longest time. Placing her feet over his thighs so she could ride any movement he might try to make with out moving him inside her. Slowly she raised up on him. His breath catching in his throat as she eased down again. Moving a little faster each time. Picking her rhythm. 

She leaned down and took the blind fold off. He blinked adjusting to the lack of pressure and adjusting his focus. He found her eyes. Those eyes that had captured him in the beginning, piercing his soul again. He couldn’t help but to pick the same rhythmic breathing as she moved against him. 

Looking deeply into his eyes, she pulled his need out of him. Felt him tense, felt his breathing break it’s pattern. “Cum for me. Now.”

He screamed just as she had as wave after wave washed over him. He never took his eyes off hers, giving her every chance to see his heart and soul through his eyes. He came with every cell, with ever fiber of his being he came for her. Giving her every drop of fluid he had, every bit of energy he could muster and lost himself in her eyes and arms.



Candle Man



Rustling over the rocks in the driveway, she parks the car, eager to leave behind the complexities of the workday. She fantasizes about a long hot bath after a longer day. Exiting her car, she turns back to ensure that she has taken everything she needed before she went inside. Assured and ready to be home, she walks up to her front door, unlocks it, and enters. 

She turns on the lights to the first floor and places her handbag on a side table next to the stairs as she begins making her way to the second floor. A slow satisfied smile sweeps soundly across her face as she makes it to the bathroom and further visualizes her naked body bathing in a pool of warm bubbles, kissing and caressing every arch and curve from her breasts to her legs. She imagines slowly dipping into the smooth balmy water, smelling the sweet aromas of her scented candles, and watching the newborn flames dance – swaying back and forth to the rhythm of her erotic thoughts. Butterflies wildly flutter in her naval. She can not wait. 

Reaching down for the faucet, she starts her bath. Before walking out of the bathroom, she dims the lights and turns on the bathroom radio, creating a sexy ambiance throughout the room. Smooth Jazz immediately strikes through the dull silence "Perfect" she whispers. 

She enters her bedroom, flips up the light switch next to the doorway, and begins removing her clothes: her shoes, socks, work pants, watch and jewelry, placing them all on her bed. She starts removing her blouse, unbuttoning it from the bottom up. Just as she is about to free the last button keeping the two sides of her shirt connected, she catches a glimpse of the moon outside her bedroom window. She makes her way to the window, and peers through the slightly opened curtains at the moon and the slumbering lunar-kissed street. Opening the window, she shivers with excitement at the first night-time breeze that hits her bare skin. Considering how good the cool air feels flying up her still buttoned shirt, she imagined how much more pleasing a nice hot bath would be.

No sooner than she finishes this thought, does she notice a distinct change of sound in the distance. As she resolves that the running water of her bath had ceased, her minor skepticism quickly turns to unsettling anxiety as a chill drives up her spine, destroying the excitement she had built. Diverting her attention from the window, she sees what may be the most frightening thing that she's ever seen in her life: a dark arm reaching through the doorway, making its way to the light switch. Terror-stricken, she could do nothing but watch a dark hand kill the lights to her bedroom. 

The loss of bedroom light, created a platform for a dim figure to fill the doorway. Recognizable only by a shadowy outline that the far-off lights of the first floor created, a rather tall man stood motionless in the doorway. Her heart pounds out of control and her body begins to shake, coupling her total lack of vocal ability. The shady figure slowly takes two steps into the room, closing the door behind it. Now she stands defenseless in a pitch-black room, save for fledging moon-light, with an unseen man threatening every stitch of the safety and comfort of being home. 

She can not see his face, only his arm baring a large leather-bound hand in the pastel moon-light. His arm disappears behind him only to reappear accompanied by a long thick steel blade. Tears leak steadily from her eyes, warming her skin which had been made cold by either the cool air from outside or her own fear. Still, she remains speechless. 

The man begins to walking toward her, swinging the blade like a pendulum at his side, reflecting pale light upon her. Thinking the worst, she closes her eyes, standing helplessly, listening to the encroaching menace. Each passing second is an eternity gripping and daunting her. She hears his breath piercing the wind-cooled air, feels the distance between them gradually dwindling, and submits to a sharp sense of anguish. Several times, she considers doing something, anything, to escape this darkness but she is utterly lost in it; her body would not move, the presence has shaken and locked her in place from head to toe. Never before has she felt such dread and despair as she has this night... 

Seconds go by and nothing happens, the deafening silence knots her. Is he gone? Is this all just a hallucination? Slowly opening her eyes, she gets her answer. Though she still can not see his face, the moon has now fully illuminated the rest of him. Looking down, she sees him raising the blade toward her throat; panic washes over her mind and body like an ethereal tidal wave. In her first attempt to resist what's happening, she darted her hands to the defense of her neck. A low rumbling grunt comes from the overpowering figure in front her, followed by an even lower baritone voice, "Turn around..." it says. Shaking with fear, she reluctantly obeys the command as the words "please don't hurt me!" replay over and over again in her head. 

At that moment she notices the man's reflection in the window, noting that his face is masked and his figure is significantly larger than her own. Though she can hardly see past the tears now gushing from her eyes, she sees the dagger-wielding hand reach around her right side. Her eyes follow the blade until it cuts away the remaining button holding her blouse together. The cloth of her blouse falls to her sides then rises in the stiff wind emerging from the window. The gentle breeze she once enjoyed now feels frigid, hardening her exposing skin. "Don't move, don't speak" says the stranger, in a slow dreadful whisper, "You anything, you say anything, and I'll Kill You..." Her well of tears has now run dry. She takes a breath, closes her eyes once more, and believes that whisper to have sealed her fate.

She gasps! The steel blade is now crawling across her stomach... slow yet, to her surprise, painlessly. It smoothly travels past her naval, along her waistline, then around her back. She jolts. The edge continues its trip, up her spine, over her shoulder, and across her chest. The knife switches to his left hand and he removes the leather glove from his right. The vacant palm presses against her skin then proceeds to make the same journey around her body that the dagger had; just a slow, and just as smooth. As his hand is about to mount over the hill of her shoulder, "What are you going to..." she says, unable to control herself. 

Quickly the man grips of face. "Shut UP! I thought I told you not to speak!" he barks, darkly raising his voice. The blade rises in strike position. She looks, and before she could even scream it swoops down aimed directly at her heart. One cut, and she is dead... Or so she thinks. 

She looks downs with her eyes flickering open. This time, the knife does not touch her; instead it severs the connection between the fronts of her bra, uncovering her breasts. He removes his hands from her completely and the sound of sheathing is heard through the silence. She stands still, listening to the wind whistle its way through the window, breathing life to the otherwise deadening stillness. She is cold, very cold, but she dare not disobey the stranger again. Her body is stiff and hardened from the chilly wind, her legs toughed, her breast firm, and her nipples erect. Although she stands ready to face the horrors this night has wrought, she hears nothing, and upon glancing toward the window, she sees nothing... his reflection, it has vanished. 

Unsure of what to believe, she remains in the same position for some time, all the while tensely taking hastened breaths, waiting for the return of dreadful whispers, steel blades, and fear. Nothing comes. All she is left with is the cold and darkness. Before long, she barters whatever fright she has left for the consciousness stolen from her. She looks around cautiously for the apparent apparition, but there is no sign of his presence to speak of; it is as if he's completely disappeared. "..." She closes her eyes again. Though she can not see him, though she can not hear her, though she can not feel him, she knows he is still with her, somewhere in the shadows...waiting...watching. 

She takes several small steps toward her bed. She needs no light, because she is now completely aware of him. He is directly behind her, but she is unafraid. "If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it by now" she concludes. Suddenly, her skin is reacting to the feeling of cloth sliding over it as he slowly draws the remnants of her shirt and bra to the floor. He places his hands on her waist and draws her closer to him until their bodies touch. His body is warm to the touch, heating her cold body. His head moves close to her neck and she hears his slow exhale sail past her ear like the wind wafting through the window. His massive hands cup her breasts and he kisses her neck deeply, her knees go weak and her legs buckle. He has NO idea of the ignition he has just set off in her. 

She cannot explain, not even to her own consciousness, why she is exited. In a split second, inexplicable arousal destroys her apprehension. She wants him. Every stroke of his hands around her breast, every breath he takes, every time his kisses her, she wants more. Each passing second, she feels her control slipping, slipping, slipping, till finally, she can't contain her lust any longer. Regaining the strength in her legs, she turns around and quickly overpowers his grip intended to keep her from falling. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she locks his lips with hers. Dominance between them shifts immediately. She pulls his face down to hers and continues assaulting his mouth, until she feels his embrace around her back. With an immobilizing grip, surprisingly gentle enough to keep from harming her, he lifts her from the ground. In response, she wraps her legs around his body and feels his bulge pressing up against her through his pants. Rocking her hips against his body, she makes his dick stand and press against her wet pussy. Dropping down, she feels more it. Standing on the balls of her feet, she maintains a persistent lip lock while reaching down and rubbing his solid bulge with both hands. Falling to her knees, she attends to fully swallow his cock but barley gets near it before he grabs both of her wrists with one hand, lifts her to her feet, and tosses her to the bed. 

Landing on the bed, she feels no threat from his use of force; it only excites her even more. Though she can only see a vast outline of the dark stranger, she knows that with the pale moonlight still streaming through the window, he could at least see what she is about to do. Leaning back on the bed, she put two fingers in her mouth before reaching under the elastic band of her floral-laced panties, introducing them to moist and glistening vagina while the fingers on her other hand massage her breasts. She releases sharp moans, reveling in self-ecstasy strengthened by the glare of the dark stranger. Knowing that he is watching brings her a level of excitement and pleasure that she's never known before. 

Her activities intensify. Rubbing her clit, she jolts, but is in need of something more. "Uuhh... Come...Come to me" she says through passionate pleasure tones. The moonlight is denied as he draws near, only to return as his body sinks down. He pulls her until her ass is at the edge of the mattress. Slowly, he guides her panties down and off of her body. Her knees bend her legs back to the bed and he spreads them as if to assist a butterfly to open its wings. He leans in and breaths on her outer lips, barley nudging her hood with his mouth, warming everything between her legs. He teases more and more moans from her before finally feeding her desires. A loud gasp joins her eyes bursting open from his tongue, long and smooth, making first contact with her pussy. Moving from wall to wall, from clit to lips, he uses his tongue masterfully, lightly lashing her luscious skin, listening to lovely little moans knowing that she truly loves every lick. Her legs tremble at the sheer magnitude of his expertise, and within sixty seconds, she feels herself about to cum. Closer and closer, her climax draws near, almost here. Again, she gasps, but this time, it wasn't out of pleasure, it was because he stopped. "What? No, don't sto..." she began desperately. "Ssshhhhh" he hissed. He raises his head and smiles to himself for he knows the evident truth of the matter. Her want and need for him is undeniable. She is his, mind and body. 

He watches her yearning, writhing in painful pleasure as her entire body pulsates for him. It is almost torturous for him to leave her in this state. He is unsure whether he was quelling or fueling her fire when his fingers enter her. "Ahh, oohh, yea, Yeah..." guides his search for her G-spot while is thumb remains outside her walls, stimulating her clit. She holds back as he comes close to finding her spot, and frantically tries to hold back when he does. Though she does not want to alert him to his success, her body tells him more clearly than she ever could. With his fingers still warmly nestled inside her, exploiting her defenseless inner core, he moves his head back down between her legs. It isn't long before she explodes into the best screaming orgasm of her life. 

She falls back onto the bed while her juices flow from her body like a river, she looks up at the ceiling in a daze, wondering how the pleasure she just experienced is possible. The dark stranger, feeling triumphant, fades once again to the shadows of the room and, before she realizes what he is doing, slips out of the room, leaving it as dark and cold as he entered. She sits up on her bed, legs still shaking from the whole ordeal. Suddenly, it hits her. Making her way to the window, she quietly thanks the man as she watches him exit through the front door and get into a car. Applauding his ability to not only disguise his voice and his scent, but to frighten her to tears, satisfy her long dormant rape fantasy, and make her cum harder than she's ever come all in the same night. Smiling in the red and blue lights emerging from the car parked outside, she takes one last look before it disappears down the road, and bids farewell to her law enforcing husband. 



Candle Shop on Village Green



This story is a modified version of a story I had written earlier and put it in a different category, one which many readers suggested it would not be read nearly as much as it should. 

I had attached a note about this when submitting this new version, but this disclaimer was mistakenly placed at the end of the story instead of the beginning where it belonged. 

Therefore, if you have read a story by me with a similar title, this is pretty much the same tale although there are minor changes and it is in a more suitable category.

My apologies for any confusion I caused. 

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A story about an unlikely pair of people who happened to find exactly what they needed in each other.

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1. How we began.

Every relationship has a beginning, and some are more unusual than others, and while we all think that ours are special, I'm reasonably certain that not many have as bizarre a start as this one.

This story begins when I almost fell off of a ladder, and if I hadn't regained my balance at the last second, I would have landed right on top of the subject of the tale, which would have effectively ended the story before it began.

I managed to catch myself, fortunately for all concerned, and staggered down from the ladder shaken but safe. My heart was still pounding like a jackhammer, but for more than one reason.

"Mr. Grant, are you alright?" Cindy asked excitedly as she put her hand on my shoulder when my feet hit the floor.

"Fine... I'm fine," I said with a twinge of embarrassment, and put my hand on Cindy's forearm as if for support.

It wasn't for support, but I was recovered enough to take advantage of the opportunity to put my hand on Cindy's arm just above the wrist. My fingers held her gently but securely, and I felt a shiver race down my spine as my palm savored the soft caress of the downy hair which covered Cindy's forearms.

Cindy's arms were things of beauty as far as I was concerned; beautifully shaped with just a hint of muscularity at the bicep, and graced with fine, light brown hair from just above her elbow down to her wrists. Hair so soft and sensuous to the touch that I took every opportunity to make contact with Cindy's arms whenever the chance arose.

Not that there were that many chances, as Cindy seemed to favor long sleeved blouses, and it took a warm day like today for her to wear a short sleeved number like she wore today. As for sleeveless blouses, never. I often thought of having a uniform sans sleeves made for my shop's employees but figured it would be too distracting for me.

Like that near-fall from the ladder that I just detailed. We had just closed for the day, and I was putting away an old cardboard display up into the crawl space, even though it was not likely I would ever use it again. Cindy was passing up the various pieces to me, and my eyes happened to catch a glimpse of something. Something that I had often suspected, and frequently tried to see, but until that moment had been denied a view of.

It was a glimpse that lasted only a second, but I had to see it again to be sure, so I looked around the area behind the register to look for something else for Cindy to hand me.

"Uh, Cindy. Would you hand me that piece of molding over there?" I asked, pointing to a piece of wood that had been left over from a remodeling job done years ago, and had been minding its own business in the corner all this time. "While I'm up here I might as well stash it away too in case we need it someday."

"Sure Mr. Grant," Cindy said cheerfully as she retrieved the wood and brought it back to the ladder.

My eyes were burning from the perspiration dripping from my brow, and not just from the warmth of the attic in my face, but I cleared them as Cindy reached up with the wood. I pretended to have trouble grabbing it, causing Cindy to reach higher and further, until finally her sleeve rode up far enough.

There is was; peeking out from behind the blue fabric, and starkly contrasting with Cindy's pale white skin, was the spray of golden brown hair that sprouted out from the edge of her sleeve. I leaned over to get a better view, and the end result was me hanging on for dear life. 

"Thank you Cindy. Thanks very much," I repeated as I leaned against the counter and caught my breath. "Must have been the heat or something that made me dizzy for a second. That crawl space is warm."

"You sure scared me Mr. Grant," Cindy said, her face still full of concern. 

Such a sweet and innocent face, and such an equally sweet and innocent girl, that I felt guilty for a fleeting second at my voyeuristic attempts earlier.

The average man wouldn't likely consider Cindy a classic beauty, but I thought her very cute in her own way. I looked at her almost like the daughter I never had. Heck, almost a granddaughter, since at 50 I was certainly biologically eligible.

"Scared myself too," I admitted. "Do you need a ride home tonight, Cindy?" I asked, offering my services as I frequently did when Cindy worked evenings. I often had gotten credit for gallantry when the fact was that I enjoyed Cindy's company so much that I always wanted to extend the time I was with her.

"No, my mom is picking me up," Cindy said cheerfully. "We're going out for dinner, me and her. Kinda like a birthday party."

"Oh, is it your mother's birthday?" I asked.

"No, it's mine," Cindy said sheepishly.

"It is? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, it's no big deal," Cindy said.

"It is to me," I said. "I would have given you the day off if I had known. How old are you now?"

"20 today!" 

"Happy birthday honey," I said as I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I have to remember that in case you decide to stick around with me another year."

"Hope I can," Cindy said with a trace of sadness. "Who else would put up with me?"

"Nonsense," I said. "You're the best employee I've ever had. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Thanks Mr. Grant," Cindy said with a grin. "I try. Well, I'll see you Tuesday. I'll lock the door behind me."

Cindy turned around and went toward the door, and as she did, my heart broke a little bit like always, as she staggered unsteadily away with her right leg dragging behind her, her gait a little unsteady but determined.

2. About Cindy.

Cindy had been in a car accident when she was young, and had suffered considerable damage to her right leg. During one of the rare moments she had spoken about it, Cindy said the doctors didn't think she would ever walk afterward, but she was not going to listen to that kind of talk.

So even though it hurt, Cindy walked. Not gracefully, to be sure, but she walked. There were days when it hurt - days when even that bubbly personality and brilliant smile could not mask the pain she was in, but she would never complain or ask for sympathy or special favors.

When she first applied for the part-time position in the quaint little candle shop that was the lifelong dream of my late wife, and that I carried on as best I could in her absence, I confess to having had misgivings at first.

However, Cindy was persistent, and I finally relented, in one of the few brilliant business moves I can take credit for. Right from the start, Cindy won me over. She was never late for work, and in fact was almost always early. I never had to ask Cindy to do things, as she always seemed to know what needed doing, and always needed to be busy at something.

Her mother came by the shop one day after Cindy had been working there for a couple of months, and thanked me for giving her a chance.

"So many people just look at her and write her off," Cindy's mother said sadly. "That's why she didn't go to college. People stare, or make comments, and she's always felt out of place among kids her own age. They're running around and dancing, and she's stuck plodding along behind the rest of them. That's why I'm grateful to you for letting her try to work, and I hope she's able to hold her own, because it's very important to her."

"You don't have to worry about her keeping up around here," I told Cindy's mom, who was a divorcee about my age. "She's great, and I'm so glad I hired her. I just wish I could afford to give her more hours."

In fact, I gave Cindy more hours than I really could afford to, but it was a small price to pay for her company.

"I'm so glad," her mom said. "She is tenacious, isn't she?"

Tenacious. Spunky. Proud. She was all those things, and now almost two years later she had become more than that to me. Even though it was silly for an man my age to admit, I was falling in love with her, and that brief peek on the ladder and reminded me that this was not a child I was attracted too, but a woman.

I would never tell Cindy that, because I would hate to lose her as an employee. Besides, what would a girl just past her teens see in a 50 year old man who frequently felt every year of it?

3. Remembering Bethany.

Still and all, my brief little peek that evening had made me look at Cindy in a totally different way, as strange as it may seem. Maybe it was a recollection of my beloved Bethany, gone now for three years, but never far from my thoughts.

Bethany was a rebel when we met in 1969 and she never much changed her attitude throughout her entire life. She was an independent woman who marched to the beat of her own drummer, and I was fortunate enough to march along joyfully with her for the nearly 25 years we were together. Life without her was so foreign to me that I really had never recovered from her passing, and figured I never would. 

The store, named the Village Green Candle Shop in reference to the little park it overlooked that formed the hub of our little college town, was a part of her - us, that I fought to keep alive, despite the fact that the business was marginally successful at best.

We had always tried to operate in the best interest of the community; always donating to the various groups from the college as well as the usual charities that come knocking during the year. Even in bad times, we had always managed to give everybody who asked something like a gift certificate to auction off, and even after Bethany's passing I had continued to do that even when my heart was heavy and I felt bitter toward the rest of the world.

4. Cindy's belated birthday party.

I waited impatiently much of Tuesday afternoon, watching the door for the surprise I had planned to arrive. I wasn't sure whether I would have preferred the store to be empty or not when the delivery person would arrive, but I didn't have much choice in the matter.

As it happened, there were a few customers milling around when the sharply dressed gentleman arrived, delicately manuevering the large garbage bag he carried through the doorway as he entered the shop to the accompaniment of that jingly bell Bethany had put up on the door when we first opened. A sound I had always pretended to hate but had enjoyed as much as Bethany had, and still served as a reminder of her every time it tinkled.

I motioned to the delivery guy that his recipient to be was working the cash register, just finishing up with a customer, and he nodded and waited patiently in line until it was his turn.

"Are you Cindy?" the man said in a booming voice, and when Cindy nodded he proceeded to break out into a rendition of "Happy Birthday" that would have done Pavarotti proud, while unveiling the bouquet of helium-filled balloons that sprung out from the bag and bobbed wildly about.

Cindy stood there in shock as he handed her the bouquet, tears pouring down her face while the two elderly ladies over by the poupourri clapped their approval. When she fumbled with the card, and saw the sender was me, she started walking over toward me, and I met her on the way.

"Thank you - thank you - thank you!" Cindy chirped with delight. "They're beautiful!"

"Glad you like it honey," I said, momentarily not caring how that might sound. "Sorry they're late."

"That's even better, because it's like having two special days instead of one!" Cindy announced.

"You deserve two," I said, and turned away before Cindy could see me start to choke up, as well as before I said something that was on the tip of my tongue and dying to come out.

5. The after party.

Flipping the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED, and locking the door at closing time, I went to count the day's receipts. Cindy was sweeping the floor, and I couldn't help notice her frequently looking over behind the register at the balloon bouquet tethered to a drawer handle, just as she had done the whole day.

I was stunned that something like that could make such an impact on her, and I didn't think it was possible for Cindy to become more cheerful than she always was, but it did. Now as I went to the back room and lit the candle on the little ice cream cake I had brought in earlier, I called out for Cindy to come back there for a second.

The cake was on the table with a couple of plates and spoons, the store room dark except for the candle flickering, when Cindy made it to the doorway.

"I was going to sing, but the balloon guy's act is really hard to follow," I said as I watched Cindy's smile light up the room. "Hope you like ice cream cake."

"I love it Mr. Grant!", Cindy said as she moved over to the table. "I can't believe this. You are the nicest man in the world!"

Cindy started to sit in the chair beside me, but came over to my side instead and bent over to kiss me. Cindy had given me kisses on the cheek a couple of times in the past, and I suppose that she might have meant to do that, but then again maybe not. I didn't offer my cheek either, and so it was there that our lips first met.

Not a long kiss, or a passionate kiss, but a kiss nonetheless, and even though it only lasted a second it was a special second for me.

"Thank you," Cindy whispered.

"No, thank you!" I said in response. "It's not even my birthday and I get a kiss from a beautiful girl."

"Well, when your birthday comes around I'll give you another kiss," Cindy said as her cheeks became rosier.

"Tomorrow's my birthday!" I exclaimed.

"It is?" Cindy asked excitedly.

"No, it was a couple months ago," I confessed. "I was just trying to steal a kiss."

We chuckled as we dug into the little cake, and even though the box said it served 4, we managed to polish it off with no problem.

"The package said four servings, but I don't know where they find the people who would be content with a quarter of that cake," I opined. "Lucky we didn't have more people at your party."

"I like it just the way it is," Cindy said as she poked at a stray piece of frosting with her spoon, looking up at me briefly before resuming her attempts to corral the wayward crumb. "This has been one of the most wonderful days of my life."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said while I reached over and patted Cindy's hand, and her tiny mitt disappeared underneath my meaty paw. "I don't know what I would do without you around here, and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."

"Do you still miss your wife?" Cindy said suddenly. "Sorry if I'm being nosy. It's just that every day that I come into work I look at the picture of you two by the door. You know, the one of the grand opening of the store? I know you miss her. I mean, does it ever stop hurting?"

"That's okay honey," I assured her. "I don't mind talking about her. Yes, it still hurts, but a little less every day. At this rate I'll have forgotten all about her in another hundred years. If she could, she'd probably kick me in the butt for still feeling that way, because she always said that there was nobody in the world who couldn't tell how much we loved each other. She also said that neither of us would ever have to say that we wished we had said or done something that had gone unsaid or undone. We lived, loved and even argued with every bit of our souls."

"That's so fantastic," Cindy said with misty eyes. "I always think of you two whenever I look at that picture by the door of you guys when you first opened the store. It's easy to see what you two had together." 

"It was wonderful," I admitted. "I guess that's why I keep the store going, even though it's not exactly a gold mine."

"It's a neighborhood landmark," Cindy said. "The town wouldn't be the same without it."

We cleaned up the remants of the little party and I offered to take Cindy home since I had kept her so late. Cindy accepted and we chatted all the way to her front door, where I helped her out with her balloon bouquet, which she wanted to show her mom.

We walked slowly to her front door, where Cindy turned and faced me before planting a kiss on me. Not the little peck that we exchanged on special occassions, but a real honest to goodness kiss. I wasn't prepared for it, but once I figured out what was going on I reciprocated as best I could.

"Thank you for a great day," Cindy exclaimed with a blushing face, before opening the door and making her way inside.

As for me, I stood there in a daze, trying to figure out what had just happened. Cindy was peeking out the door, which was not quite shut, and let out a giggle.

"You okay?" she asked and after I smiled and nodded, Cindy gently closed the door behind her.

6. Coffee with Cindy's mom.

I got up from my seat in the booth when I saw Cindy's mother enter the diner. She was an attractive woman about my age, but had a weary look about her, one that suggested that life had been no picnic for her over the years.

"Hello Mr. Grant," she said as she slid into the booth after we shook hands. 

"Adam will do fine after all this time, Mrs. Terrell," I said.

"Susan," she said, putting us on a first name basis with ease.

"I appreciate you meeting me like this," I told her as the waitress brought Susan a cup of coffee and refilled mine.

"No problem at all, but I do have to be to work in about 45 minutes."

"I won't keep you," I assured Susan, nervously stirring the cream into my coffee. "It's just that I didn't want to talk to you in front of Cindy, or have you put in an awkward position in front of her."

"I hope this isn't going to be what I'm afraid it's sounding like," Susan said as she peeked over the edge of her cup before sipping her coffee.

"Uh - I'm not sure," I said. 

"Is it about Cindy's job?"

"What? Oh - gee no!" I said with a start.

"Good. If Cindy ever lost that job I think she'd just about die," Susan said. "It means everything in the world to her. Everything revolves around Mr. Grant and The Village Green Candle Shop."

"No," I said. "She's the best employee I could ever ask for. But it is about her though."

I cleared my throat nervously, taking a sip of my own coffee and trying to find the courage to form the question that I had been rehearsing for about a week.

"Well..." Susan said, raising her eyebrow and leaning forward in hopes that I would come out with it.

"I was wondering if you would have any objection - to me - to my asking Cindy if she would like to go out with me? To dinner, or something?"

"You mean a date?"

"Yes," I said, acutely aware of the face that my forehead was beaded with sweat and I was fidgeting like I was a teenager again.

"Old fashioned sort of guy, aren't you?" Susan asked, a little smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Yes and no," I admitted. "It's just that - well, I'm way older than she is, and I wasn't sure how you would feel about somebody my age asking your daughter out."

"It's fine by me," Susan said. "Heck, I was kinda hoping you were going to ask ME out. All I ever hear is Mr. Grant this and Mr. Grant that. The sun seems to rise and set by you."

"Well, there's no guarantee that she'll say yes if I do ask her out," I opined. 

"You're kidding, right?" Susan chuckled.

"Well, why would a young girl be interested in somebody thirty years older than her?"




Candle Shop on Village Green



"Let's put it this way Adam," Susan said. "For the last week all I've heard is about the little birthday party you threw for her, and the singing delivery man. She came home that night and kept me up until two in the morning telling me and re-telling me all about it. Those balloons are drooping on the floor of her bedroom but if I ever made a move to throw them out she'd shoot me!"

I grinned at the thought of how much that day had meant to Cindy, and nodded knowingly toward her mom.

"Of course it's okay, and I do thank you for asking," she added while checking her watch. "Maybe I would have felt weird about it with anybody else, but I've had a good feeling about you since I met you after you hired Cindy. She's never been on a date before, you know."

"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised at hearing that.

"Not easy being Cindy, if you know what I mean," Susan said. "How I prayed that somebody would have asked her to the senior prom. I almost wished I could have afforded to pay someone to have brought her, but if she had ever found out I did something like that..."

"I can imagine," I agreed. "She's a spunky gal."

"Anyway, you two have fun," Susan said before rising to leave. "Only thing I ask is that you don't lead her on, or give her false hope about anything. She - we haven't had good luck with men."

I wouldn't hurt her for anything," I assured her. "Besides, she might not say yes," I added and Susan patted my arm and smiled.

"Didn't think you would," Susan said before excusing herself and heading off to work. "If you think she'll say anything but yes, you haven't been paying attention."

7. Mothers know best.

It was after closing time on Wednesday night when I finally got up enough courage to ask Cindy out. I had just finished counting the drawer, and Cindy had just finished sweeping up, when I casually brought up the subject of going out to dinner.

Truth be known, it was far from a casual question. I stammered and stuttered and in general sounded like a complete fool, and it was no wonder that Cindy didn't really understand what I was asking her.

"What I'm trying to ask you," I said as I finally decided to stop pretending that this was just idle chatter and stopped puttering around mindlessly, "is if you would like to go out to dinner this Saturday night. Maybe catch a movie or something like that."

"With you?" Cindy asked me.

"Well, that was the general idea," I said.

"What's the occassion?"

"Besides eating dinner?" I asked. "I mean - I guess it would be a date."

Cindy jumped when she heard that, and knocked over a little stand that held novelty pens. Cindy was a bundle of nerves as she tried to gather them up and put them back in the slots, her face blushing as she did.

"Klutz," Cindy muttered to herself as we knelt down and got everything put back together again.

"Well," I finally said. "What do you say?"

Cindy looked flushed and embarassed, and it suddenly occured to me that maybe she wanted to say no but didn't want to hurt my feelings.

"Cindy... if you'd rather not it's okay," I assured her with as brave a face as I could manage. "I just thought..."

"I'd love to!" Cindy blurted out very loudly, her voice squeaking and breaking as she spoke. "I'd just that... well, I wasn't expecting you to ask me that."

"At the rate I was stuttering and sputtering I didn't think it would ever get out of me," I admitted. "I've never been much of a ladies man."

"I've never been much of a man's lady," Cindy said with a nervous giggle. "Never thought anybody would ever ask me that question either."

8. Our first date.

It was downright silly for a man my age to be nervous about a date, especially one with a girl that had never been on one before. Even if it was a disaster, it would still be her best date ever, but it didn't quell the butterflies in my stomach.

Part of my nervousness came from the fact that I didn't know what we were going to do. The only movie house in our little college town was showing some slasher horror picture, and I didn't think that was a good thing to take a girl to on a first date. In the end I figured we could just go to dinner and stretch it into a long one.

When I knocked on the door of Cindy's house, the door flew open almost immediately, which startled me as my hand was still flailing around next to the wood.

Cindy looked so vibrant; not that she didn't always look attractive to me, but she looked even better than usual as she greeted me in the doorway. Her mother was standing in the living room, watching my entrance with an amused smile on her weathered face. 

"You look amazing," I told Cindy, as my eyes took in her pink short sleeved blouse and darker rose slacks, and Cindy seemed happy to hear that. I suspected she must have put a lot of time into getting ready, and even though she put a little more makeup on than usual, she had applied it conservatively and tastefully.

"You guys have fun," Mrs. Terrell said, and she appeared to wipe a tear from her cheek as she spun back toward the kitchen of their modest home.

We closed the door behind us and walked down the long path that led to the street, the unseasonably warm evening and clear skies providing a wonderful setting for our night.

I drove us down into the area around my store, and parked in a central location in what passed for our business district.

"Where would you like to eat?" I asked Cindy as we got out of the car. "I didn't make any reservations because I didn't know what you would feel like."

There were five restuarants within the little village green area, and they covered a pretty wide range of options, all things considered.

"Oh, I get to choose?" Cindy said. "Gee, the pressure is on me."

Cindy looked around, and finally pointed across the park to Nicole's.

"Can we go to Nicole's?" Cindy asked. "I've always wanted to go there."

"Of course, my dear Cindy," I said in a regal voice. "A wise choice."

Nicole's probably was the best restuarant in town, and had the most extensive menu as well. I would have suggested it myself, but I feared the entrance, which involved the negotiation of several steps. Cindy, I had noticed, had a problem with steps.

Cindy paused at the base of the steps, and put her hand on my arm, which I had offered to her seconds earlier.

"This might take some time," Cindy said, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

"We have all the time you need," I assured her, and watch the grim look of determination on her face as she lifted her good leg up to the first step.

"It's more a lack of faith than anything else," Cindy told me as her bad leg followed behind her. "Dumb leg gives out on me every so often. Helps to have someone to lean on."

I looked over at the front of Nicole's place, and there was only one couple in the spacious window, and they were way too busy with each other to gawk at us going up the stairs.

"There!" Cindy said as we reached the top of the stairs. "Made it up here in time for breakfast."

I laughed as I opened the door and let Cindy in before me. The owner of Nicole's was acting as the hostess, and she smiled broadly as she saw us enter.

"Adam! Long time since you've been around these parts," Nicole said. "Thought you were mad at us."

"No way," I assured her as we exchanged pecks on the cheek. "It's not easy for an old guy to trick a pretty girl into going to dinner with him."

"Oh my goodness!" Nicole exclaimed as she looked to my side. "It's little Cindy! I didn't recognize you at first. You look so much older, and you look especially lovely tonight."

"I agree," I said to Nicole. "How's chances you put us in the front window so I can show Cindy off to the rest of the town."

"Chances are excellent," Nicole announced, and led us through the sparsely populated dining room and over to the unoccupied table next to the window.

We made it over to the table and I pulled Cindy's chair out for her as Nicole lit the candle in the center of the table. I walked around to the opposite side and eased myself down into the chair facing Cindy.

The candlelight flickered as I looked over at Cindy, who was looking out the window. Her eyes were sparkling, and it almost looked like tears were welling up in them as she looked out at the village green outside the glass.

"Sorry," Cindy sniffled as she eventually turned to face me. "It's just that I would always go past this place and look at the people eating, and it looked like it would be so much fun. Never thought I'd..."

"Well, you're here now," I said. "You can look out at our bustling metropolis and watch the people scurrying around."

"Yeah, we can see the shop from here too," Cindy noted, the front window visible from our perch through the newly budding trees in the green.

We both ordered varieties of chicken for dinner, and I got us a bottle of pinot noir after consulting with my date.

"I don't know anything about wine," Cindy said after the waitress had departed. "I'm surprised that they're going to serve me."

My look of puzzlement was replaced by one of shock, as I realized that Cindy was not of legal age.

"Oh geez, I totally forgot," I said quickly. "I can get you a soda or something."

"No, please don't," Cindy replied. "I'd like to at least sip some of it. Make me feel like a grown up."

"You are a grown up," I told Cindy. "That's why I didn't think about it when I ordered, and why the waitress didn't question you either. You're very mature for your age, and you look so spectacular tonight as well."

Cindy's teeth sparkled as a smile spread across her face. A smile that never failed to make me feel warm inside whenever I saw it.

Our meals came and Cindy sent me a mischievious grin every time she brought the glass of wine to her lips. Dinner was wonderful, and the conversation was delightful as well, as we managed to avoid too much shop talk.

Even by making the meal linger as long as possible, it was still pretty early when we finished, and as I helped Cindy down the steps I looked up and down the street. The marquee at the only movie theatre in town was visible from there, and I told Cindy that I wished there was another movie playing.

"It's a sequel," Cindy told me. "I saw the first movie a couple years ago, and it was pretty bad. I doubt if this one is any better."

"One of the problems with living here is that we don't get a lot of choices," I lamented. "If you go to the larger cities they have a dozen screens to choose from. Sometimes they have films at the campus theatre, but not tonight."

A walk was not a good idea, because although it was a good night for it, I wasn't sure how much of it Cindy could take.

"We could go over to the shop and dust," Cindy said with a giggle.

"Now that would be a new low in dating, even for someone like me."

"Well, you could take me to your place," Cindy said with a little hesitation.

"Really?" I said, actually hoping that this would be where we ended up but afraid to mention it for fear Cindy would get the wrong idea. "It's not very fancy."

"Neither is our house, if you'll remember," Cindy offered.

9. Back at the shop.

My place, as Cindy called it, was the apartment behind the shop. Bethany had fallen in love with the entire building when we began renting it, and when times were good we were able to buy it. The apartment was a cozy one bedroom with a fireplace in the living room. You could swing a cat in the place, but just barely, and while it was a little cramped for 2 people, I had found that without Bethany it seemed cavernous.

We went in though the shop entrance, and even in the semi-darkness our familiarity allowed us to weave our way around the displays through to the back. Reaching the apartment entrance without incident, I opened the door and led Cindy in, relieved that the place was neat and tidy.

"Oh! This is so cute!" Cindy exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. "And a fireplace! This is so awesome Mr. - Adam."

I smiled at the correction, having already told her several times to please forget the Mr. Grant stuff.

"Oops," Cindy said. "I'll try to remember that for the rest of the night."

"For the rest of forever," I told her. "Adam will do fine no matter where we are. I never was much for the Mister title." 

Leading Cindy into the living room, I lit the store bought log in the fireplace and brought us out a couple of sodas.

"This is really neat," Cindy said as the wax log flamed up. "You've got a lot of movies too."

Cindy gestured at the collection of DVD's and tapes along the wall.

"Is there something you would like to watch?"

"Sure, pick out anything," Cindy said, adding with a laugh, "Anything but "The Savage Slasher 1 or 2."

"You like old movies or older movies?" I asked. "I'm afraid my tastes run to more aged material."

"I haven't seen many older movies, but play something you want to see," Cindy suggested. "If you like it I probably will too."

"Have you ever seen Casablanca?"

Casablanca was not something Cindy had seen, but was something that I had seen about 100 times. It was a favorite of Bethany's as well, and I always vowed that I would play it until it wore out. The tape had eventually failed, but the new DVD copy showed promise that it would outlive me no matter how much I played it.

Cindy sat on the couch with me, and after a few minutes had slid over to where she was need to me. Before long it would be accurate to say we were snuggling together.

Cindy's attention was on the movie, however, and it was an emotional hour and forty minutes for me. I heard Cindy sniffle at times, and it was difficult for me to not lose it myself despite my being able to probably recite the movie's dialogue word for word.

The memory of watching Casablanca with Bethany countless times, and the sight of her jumping to her feet and breaking into song along with Paul Henreid and the patrons of Rick's, as they sang Les Marsaille to drown out the German soldiers patriotic singing, was something that was destined to stay with me forever, I realized. I almost felt guilty watching the movie with another woman. In a way it felt like I was cheating on Bethany, and I wondered what she would think of me being with Cindy.

Many times during the final, painful days, Bethany would playfully scold me as she lay helplessly in the hospital bed, admonishing me to go find myself another woman. She even tried to set me up with a couple of the nurses, much to my embarrassment.

"You're not going anywhere," I told her. "We're going to march out of the place soon, and then what would I do? I can't even keep up with you!"

It was a lie, of course, and Bethany knew it too, but she would nod and smile in response. 

Nobody would ever replace Bethany, that was certain. I also knew that I had been alone for the three longest and worst years of my life, and the loneliness had not lessened, it had actually seemed to intensify.

Until now. I glanced over at Cindy, who was watching the screen with intensity, her eyes just as dewy and beautiful as Ingrid Bergman's ever were. Biting her lower lip, as she sometimes did when she was nervous or excited, my heart fluttered a little. Was I falling in love again? It surely felt like it.

Casablanca ended, and as Rick and Captain Renaud walked off together, Cindy squeezed my wrist. I put my arm around her and held her tightly as she sobbed softly.

"Must be wonderful," Cindy said after regaining her composure. "To have somebody love you that much, I mean."

"It is," I told her, and looked at her tear streaked cheeks. "Did you like the movie?"

"I loved it," Cindy said. "I could watch it again and again."

"Well, stick around with me long enough and you'll probably have to," I said with a chuckle.

"I think that would be a good thing,' Cindy said without laughing.

I kissed Cindy then. Her cheek cool against my face, her lips full and warm, I felt her warm response to what might have been the first romantic affection she had ever received. What she lacked in experience Cindy more than made up for in enthusiasm, as we began necking.

My hands slid over her back as we kissed, and I felt myself get an instant erection as my fingers felt the warmth of Cindy's back beneath her blouse. Just the feel of her bra strap made me almost have an orgasm right then and there, as I rediscovered the joys of being with a woman.

I fought the urge to do what I really wanted to do. I wanted to touch Cindy's breasts, longed to feel her naked body next to mine, and wanted to make love to her so badly I could scream.

I didn't. After several minutes of passionate necking, during which time Cindy evolved rapidly into an incredible kisser, I finally was able to gracefully slow the pace down.

"That was fun," Cindy said as we got ourselves together somewhat, and from the sound of her voice it was obvious that she was not against the prospect of continuing.

"Very fun," I told her, and when I looked over at her, Cindy's eyes were looking down.

I realized that Cindy was staring at the bulge in my camel colored slacks, and I felt myself flush with shame when I saw how obvious my arousal was. 

"I was afraid I wouldn't be good at it," Cindy said, still looking down at my crotch, which was showing no sign of going away despite my shame. "Kissing, I mean."

My eyes strayed down to Cindy's chest, where the tiny outline of her nipple was visible despite the layers of clothing. The silky down on her arms was standing upright as well, and I silently cursed myself for stopping.

"Well, you're quite good at it, believe me."

"I could get better with more practice," Cindy said, and looked at me with those moist doe-like eyes.

10. Adam's problem.

Cindy went out with me several times over the next couple weeks. We would go to movies, or to dinner and inevitably end up in the place behind the shop. There we would watch television or chat, and eventually would begin making out on the couch.

Our kissing would become more passionate, and Cindy did get better, as she had promised, even though she was fine from the very start. The only problem was that after a few minutes, I would be getting very... excited. Cindy would to, or so it seemed.

It was at that point I would stop. I'd either go to the bathroom, or make up some reason to break it up. 

It was after watching the movie 'Gaslight' one evening, when everything came to a head. We were necking up a storm, and things were proceeding as they always did. Just as I was thinking of a way to gracefully cool things off, I felt Cindy reach down and take my hand. Before I knew what was happening, Cindy was pulling it up to her breast.

I jerked my hand back like it was headed for a bear trap. Embarrassed, I tried to make light of what I had just done, but Cindy was not in the mood for chuckling or anything remotely similar. Cindy was, for lack of a better word, pissed.

"Look Adam, we have to talk," Cindy said sharply, brushing a stray hair from in front of her face and straightening up in the seat.

"I'm sorry," I said lamely. "I wasn't expecting you to do that and ..."

"Well, what's your problem then?" Cindy asked. "You must like me, for whatever reason, because you keep asking me out."

"I do like you, you know that!" I argued, almost slipping in a word that was more accurate than the word 'like'.

"Then why won't you touch me?" Cindy asked. "I know I don't have all that much up there, but I thought you would eventually at least give me a grope out of pity."

"That's silly! You're beautiful!"

"Then what's with the treating me like I'm radioactive? You always seem to like what we're doing," Cindy added, giving a glance down to my crotch, where the swelling had only just begun to subside. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No," I said. "It's not you, it's me."

"What are you turning into now, George Costanza?" Cindy said, partially cooling the charged atmosphere.




Candle Shop on Village Green



I opened up to Cindy then. It wasn't her. It was me. I felt so happy when I was around her. I loved her company. I thought she was bright and witty and beautiful. I counted the minutes until we would be alone together. I loved making out with her.

"So?"

I explained to her that I felt guilty. Every time I wanted to go beyond what we were doing, a voice inside me would tell me to stop. 

"Why?"

I told her I felt like a predator. She was so much younger than me. I felt like I was taking advantage of her. She was just a kid, and I was old enough to be her father, or worse.

When I finished, Cindy took a sip of her drink and then took my hand in hers.

"Look Adam," Cindy began, giving me that steely look of determination she always showed when faced with something difficult. "When I first started working for you, you always would baby me. Remember? I broke you of that habit, if you recall."

Indeed I did. From the first day, Cindy always refused any help that wasn't absolutely necessary, and earned my respect and admiration with every passing day. I started to tell her that, but she was on a roll.

"And when we first started going out, it was the same way. I like being treated like a lady - like something special, but I didn't let you baby me then either."

"I know," I managed to get out.

"But this - this is something you're going to have to work out for yourself," Cindy declared. "I can't force you to think the way I want you to when it comes to this. I know you're older than me. You'll always be older than me."

"It's just..."

"It's just nothing!" Cindy snapped. "This is the first time in my life that I've felt like a woman. First time I've felt like this toward anybody and the first time I've ever thought a guy felt that way about me. I won't let you take that away from me! Be honest with me and with yourself. I may not be much, but I am what I am. Either you treat me like a woman or don't bother asking me out."

I looked at Cindy, her lower lip quivering but otherwise defiant, and could tell how much I had hurt her. I searched for the correct response - the one that would set everything striaght and explain why I felt the way I did.

"You're right," I finally concluded. "I'm being a hypocrite. I make out with you like this, and I fantasize about what I want to do with you and to you..."

"You do?" Cindy interjected.

"Of course I do. You want honesty? Here's what I really think. Whenever we're together I fantasize about you - about us. I undress you in my mind. I visualize you naked. I want to kiss every inch of your body."

Cindy's sweaty hand was squeezing mine tightly as I babbled on and on, spilling my guts out to her like she had never heard before. She wanted to know what goes through a man's mind? She heard it, and while she was a little shocked by the time I finished, ahe hadn't run away either.

"Wow," Cindy said slowly.

"Well, you can't say that wasn't honest," I said sheepishly. "I am sorry about treating you like anything less than the woman you are, and that's all in the past. Anyway, that's what I think about when I think of you, and from now on that's the way I'll act toward you, and you can act accordingly."

"The part about being tied to the bedposts," Cindy said with a mischievous grin. "That was new to me. I'd thought about getting hung from the ceiling like that woman in that old film we saw last week... you know, that Barbara Steele movie?"

"I like my fantasies to be something that could actually happen," I explained. "I don't have a dungeon, but I do have bedposts."

Cindy giggled as she fell into me, hugging me tight. It was then that I realized how much Cindy really meant to me, and how much hurting her had hurt me, and how badly I wanted to make her happy.

The emotions had taken their toll on our evening, and as much as I wanted to carry Cindy into the bedroom and make love to her, I thought it better to wait, and make it a special time for both of us.

"Let's go away next weekend," I said as I held her face in my hands, kissing her soft moist lips gently.

"Away?"

"I know a place up north," I explained. "After we close the store Saturday afternoon we could take off. We can rent a cabin at this quiet little lake I know about and spend a couple of days there. Closing the store on Monday won't matter much. What do you think?"

"Oh God! I'd love it!"

"That way we can have time to show how we really feel about each other," I added.

That line came out a little more obvious than I had figured, but Cindy biting her lower lip and nodding enthusiastically made it all right. 

Despite everything, we began necking again, and before very long we were getting pretty aroused. At least I think Cindy was. As for myself, I knew I was, so I slipped my hand under Cindy's blouse. 

Sliding my hand upward, I began kneading Cindy's left breast over her bra. I felt the soft padding of the harness and the warmness of the woman underneath and wanted more.

My hand inched underneath the bottom of the bra cup and with a flick of the wrist I eased the bra up over her breast. Cindy let out a whimper as my hand cupped her bare breast, and she began to grind herself into my palm.

I felt like a kid again, throughly inflamed by such a primitive act. I squeezed the soft flesh of her pert breast, which fit perfectly in my palm, and her nipple became swollen as my kneading progressed. While I fondled her, I felt Cindy's hand on my thigh, sliding closer to the bulge she was apparently seeking.

This time I was the one moaning, as Cindy grabbed the bulge and began squeezing and pulling as best she could through the fabric. I wanted to stop her, but was afraid she would take it the wrong way, and before I knew it, it was too late.

"I thought you were having a heart attack," Cindy said a minute later. "I didn't mean to do that."

"You didn't," I corrected her, my embarrassment evident in my voice. "You were the inspiration. Let's just call you an accomplice."

"Kinda exciting," Cindy said, finally moving her hand away from the slowly expanding stain in the front of my pants.

"It was good for me, even if it didn't last very long," I told her. "Shows how long it's been since anybody has been around them parts, and also shows how much you excite me."

11. The trip.

The week leading up to our little weekend vacation was a strange one. There was a tension between the two of us that was hard to describe. I guess it had to do with the fact that we were going to have sex next weekend. I knew it, and Cindy knew it. It was almost like we had made an appointment to do it, and with that came a lot of nervousness.

We had put up signs announcing that we would be closed the next Monday, and Cindy giggled when I noted that it was because we would be taking inventory.

"How come you don't put down the real reason?" Cindy asked. "Closed due to debauchery!"

"This a family candle shop," I reminded her, and grabbed her butt cheek just before a couple of women came in the door.

Saturday afternoon came around eventually, and after taking care of the last straggler we put the key in the door and tossed my suitcase in the car. I drove Cindy over to her house and grabbed her things, and as her mother kissed her goodbye, I found myself struggling to look her mom in the eye.

"At least you didn't ask her permission for me to go with you," Cindy quipped as we pulled away from her place and headed toward Crane Lake.

"I'm getting much better in that regard," I answered, not bothering to mention the fact that I had almost made that very slip the night I suggested this trip. 

It was about an hour's drive to the cabin I had rented, but I made it in 50 minutes, so anxious was I that Cindy see the place before it got dark. It had been almost five years since I had been up to this deserted lake that had served as a frequent getaway for us, right up until Bethany became too ill to make the trip.

Being early in the season, we were able to secure a cabin with no problem, and I was able to secure my old favorite. Not much to look at from the outside, its main charm was the fact that it was nestled deep in the woods, assuring the thing that I always treasured the most. Privacy.

After paying the owner and getting the key, we took the serpentine gravel road up to the cabin. It looked pretty much the same to me, albeit a little more rundown, but Cindy fell in love with it as soon as we pulled up alongside it.

"It's beautiful!" Cindy gushed, and although that might have been overstating it a bit, it was obvious she really liked it, and in it's defense it did have considerable charm provided you weren't expecting anything lavish or modern.

The porch had two steps that Cindy hopped up easily as she hurried ahead of me, and she plopped in one of the two Adirondack chairs that sat on the porch and lit up the immediate area with her smile.

"Let's throw these bags inside and walk down to the lake before it gets dark," I suggested.

The cabin was exactly the same as I remembered, and the furnishings were just as out of date as ever. There was a slight musty scent when I opened the door, and I was a little nervous when Cindy came in behind me, hoping she wouldn't find the place too corny or boring.

"A fireplace!" Cindy squealed, and from that moment on I don't think it would have matterred what the place looked like. "Can we have fires, like at home - I mean, your home?"

"Sure," I said, even though it was very warm for late spring. "Not what you were expecting, I bet. Doesn't have a lot of frills."

Indeed it didn't. There was a little kitchenette with a refrigerator that looked as old as I was, with a matching stove and a table with 2 chairs. There was a bathroom with a toilet, sink and a tiny shower stall, and a bedroom with a bed, night stand and dresser. 

The living room had an gigantic couch, a lamp and a coffee table, all ancient. Cindy was so thrilled with the fireplace, and the big shag rug in front of it, that she barely noticed the fact that there was no TV. I mentioned it when pointing out the faded tan plastic Philco radio that would serve as our entertainment center.

"Who needs TV?" Cindy declared after looking at the radio like it was a museum piece, spining the dial on the dinosaur. "Show me the lake, Adam."

The sun was starting to set as we went down the path that ran alongside the cabin. You could see the lake through the leaves of the trees, and the water was only about 100 feet from the porch, a fact that delighted Cindy to no end.

"We can come down here and swim anytime," Cindy said as we reached the sandy beach, which was so narrow you could barely lay on it without your toes getting wet. "I love this place! It's so beautiful."

"I didn't think it would be so warm," I told her. "Didn't pack a bathing suit. Come to think of it, I probably don't have one anymore."

"Who needs suits?" Cindy said with a devilish grin. "It is deserted up here, just like you said."

"It is that," I agreed, looking out at the sunlight sparkling on the water, holding Cindy's hand as she leaned against me. "When did you become the exhibitionist?"

"When I'm with you, I don't care much about anything or anybody else."

We stood and watched the sun disappear behind the mountains, and as darkness fell the air got a little chilly.

"How about that fire?" I suggested, and Cindy quickly seconded the suggestion.

Back at the cabin, I grabbed some of the wood piled against the cabin wall and proceeded to get a fire going while Cindy unpacked our bags. I had brought some snacks and sandwiches to get us through the night, and Cindy made up a plate of cheese, crackers and pepperoni while the fire began to roar.

"Might have overdone it," I said as the fireplace crackled and we were forced to step back a bit from the heat. "Not used to dealing with real wood I guess."

I looked over at Cindy, the light of the fire dancing all over her face as she looked at the flames. So thrilled with the primitive cabin, like she had never been anyplace like it. Come to think of it, maybe her and her mom hadn't had much chance to do the things most families do.

Just then Cindy looked up at me, catching me staring at her, and I sheepishly grinned.

"Sorry. You always look so beautiful in the glow of a fire."

"I feel beautiful," Cindy said. "Keep the fire roaring for me."

Cindy walked into the bedroom, leaving me to poke at the fire like I knew what I was doing. She was in the bedroom for quite a while, and after I pitched another log into the inferno I heard Cindy clearing her throat nervously.

I turned and saw Cindy standing in the doorway of the bedroom. A startled gasp escaped from me as my eyes took in the sight of Cindy, wearing the most sheer and revealing nightie I had ever seen. It was like she was wearing a misty cloud. The white silk left nothing to the imagination, revealing her teardrop shaped breasts, with the rose colored nipples pressing against the fabric.

Below, the outline of her light brown triangle between her legs was visible, and the nightie ended at mid-thigh. Her legs. Cindy always wore slacks so I was really seeing them them for the first time; the left one, so very shapely and strong - almost muscular, and the right one - with the long scar that ran from above the knee and down to her calf - and the leg itself much skinnier and a little off-color.

Looking up at Cindy after my visual excursion of her body, I saw her biting her lower lip, just like she always did when she was nervous. Her eyes were like those of a deer caught in the headlights, looking almost like she was afraid of my reaction.

"No sense hiding it anymore," Cindy finally said.

"No sense and no reason to," I said as I walked toward her. "You look unbelievable."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Cindy started to say, just before I took Cindy in my arms and kissed her like I never had before.

"Let's go to bed," I said, and began to lead her into the bedroom, but Cindy stayed in place and shook her head.

"There," Cindy said, and motioned to the rug in front of the fire.

Taking my hand she brought me over to the shag rug, which I suspected had quite a few stories it could tell, and was about to have another very soon. Cindy began to unbutton my shirt, her fingers shaking and her eyes still wide.

Off came the shirt, and how I wished I was in better shape. Cindy didn't seem to mind, and smiled as she ran her fingers through the salt and pepper hair that covered my chest.

"Soft," Cindy said with a little giggle, and started to undo my belt.

I stood there and let Cindy do as she wanted, since she seemed to have a plan, and I was liking the plan a lot so far. As the belt came undone and she undid the button, my khakis slid to the floor on their own. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the tangle at my ankles and kicked the mess to the side.

Cindy was holding onto my arm while I did this, and I noticed her eyes were transfixed on my boxer shorts, and more specifically, the bulge that was quite evident on my right thigh. I heard Cindy swallow as her other hand went down and ran lightly along the bulge.

"Not like surfing the internet," Cindy said nervously, and I was reminded that this was going to be something very new to Cindy. I also hoped that she wasn't expecting anything like the genetic freaks that populate the adult sites there.

I let Cindy stroke me a couple of times, feeling myself get harder under her touch, until she finally undid the snap of the boxers. Shifting my hips a little, the boxers cleared the obstruction that was holding them up, and Cindy gasped when my cock sprang wildly around after being freed.

I smiled at Cindy, brushing a strand of hair from her face, but Cindy was still concentrating on down below. Tentatively, her hand reached out and took my cock in her hand. The sight of her pale little white paw on my thickening beige member looked so erotic, and when Cindy gave it a couple of gentle pulls, I immediately became as hard as I could remember being in a very long time.

Without words, I eased Cindy down onto the soft rug, and as she lifted her nightie up and over her head, I coaxed her onto her back. Parting her thighs with as much care as my excited state could manage, I knelt between them and gazed at the golden brown fur that surrounded her womanhood.

My hands slid along Cindy's thighs, feeling the caress of the soft down that lightly dusted them, and lowered my face until my lips grazed her labia.

Her pubic hair was so soft and fine that it felt like a gentle breeze against my cheeks, and when my tongue slid into her pussy, Cindy's entire body jerked in surprise. I wrapped my arms under her backside and pulled her tight against me as my tongue found her pearl.

Cindy squirmed and moaned as I delicately caressed her clitoris orally, deeply inhaling the spectacular aroma of a woman once again, enjoying the scent and the sounds of a woman. A woman about to cum.

It was good that we were isolated, but even then it was a miracle that the sheriff never showed up at the door. I held onto Cindy for dear life, licking and lapping at her pussy, while she let out some sounds that I couldn't imagine coming from her. I looked up from her furry grotto and saw her face for a second as she thrashed around; veins bulging in her neck, face flushed, and her eyes rolling back in her head as she came, while the reflections from the fireplace danced all over her.

When her orgasm finally ebbed, her body kept shaking for a minute or two, and as I raised my head up from her delta and leaned over her, her arms flew up and grabbed me around the neck.

"Oh god oh god oh god!" Cindy chanted, and she was kissing all over my face, her cheeks damp with tears and sweat. "I love you!"

"I love you too," I said, and slid up on the rug until my knees were up against her backside.

Cindy looked down at my cock, springing around just inches from her pussy, and bit her lower lip.

"I want you so bad," I said, taking my cock in hand and running it through the fur and along the lips of her pussy.

Up and down along her opening I slid the head of my cock, the wetness making the whole area glisten, until I couldn't stand the teasing anymore.

"Oooh!" Cindy gasped, as the head of my cock slid into her.

As I entered her, I immediately ran into an obstacle. Not an unexpected one, but one I had hoped was not there for whatever reason. I pushed myself harder against her hymen, and tried to shut out Cindy's sobs.

I couldn't stop now, and Cindy wouldn't have let me anyway, as she had hold of my ass cheeks and was pulling me toward her. Finally, I got frustrated and pushed with all of my might.

Cindy screamed as I tore through the barrier and squeezed about half of myself into her before stopping. Her pussy was like a vice, and I began to rock very gently inside of Cindy, trying to loosen her up a bit, and trying not to look at her beneath me, crying and biting her lip.

"So good," Cindy choked out. "Don't stop."

As if to emphasize that point, Cindy began thrusting her hips up to meet my gentle prodding. Soon, I was in her to the hilt, and the sloppy sounds coming from us as we made love were magical.

Cindy was still crying, but they were tears of joy as she looked up at me, and she got me crying too. It didn't affect my view of watching her cum after a few minutes, her tight pussy clamping down on me as her head arched backward, raising her whole upper torso while she screamed in ecstacy.

"I loved watching you cum," I said as I kept sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, which was nowhere near as tight as before, but still a wonderfully snug fit.

"I want to watch you too," Cindy said, and I was more than happy and ready to oblige.

My orgasm would have been on the way anyway, but hearing Cindy say that put it in motion. I slid myself all the way into her, and then stopped. My seed spurted inside of Cindy in a torrent, and she let out a sigh as my cock jerked with every blast.