Candy was more than a little excited. The day had seemed to drag on forever but now in the crisp autumnal night air, smoking a cigarette whilst waiting for a taxi to pull up, she felt positively raunchy. She had just enough time to get home and ready before Hank was expecting her round his place. Hank - she'd only met him a few days earlier but she was determined that tonight would be his lucky night. She didn't care how slutty she'd have to act; she wanted some of those wet-fingered fantasies she'd recently been having more and more to finally come to fruition. A sly smirk graced her face in the glare of the taxi's lights. In the backseat of the cab she sent Hank a text saying she was probably going to be running a little late; there was no harm in building the expectation and Candy wanted time to get fully made up.
Hank read Candy's text standing naked in his room drying his hair with a small hand towel. The engine oil which indelibly characterised his hands was visible as he scrolled down her text: "work was a real bitch and I'm running late...need to shower and change my panties etc..." Hank felt an immediate twinge in his cock and pulled at it hardening its impressive girth until its length swelled flopping in his hand. Ever since he'd met Candy he'd wanted nothing more than to relieve her of her panties and drive his dick deep into her ripe wet cunt. He jacked his cock harder for a few moments more wondering what her pussy must look like before regaining control over himself, temporarily at least. He checked himself in the mirror - 6'2 muscular, tanned with smouldering dark eyes - he had no complaints. He eased into his jeans, threw on a t-shirt, opened the wine and smoked a cigarette.
