Vanessa had known Herman for most of her life. After all, he ran the little confectionary shop in town and she was always a big fan of candy. Chocolate-covered peanuts, Swedish fish, Boston-baked beans ... you name it, she loved it. And he always gave her a special smile when he gave her an extra trowel full of horehound candies. But this last year, she'd been giving him a special smile because he seemed so sad. She knew that his wife had died and that he was all alone in that big house so she made it a point to go by the shop every day, just to see him and give him that smile.
Today was different. Today, she had planned to seduce him. So she was very surprised to see the For Sale sign on the shop's door and to find it closed and locked tight. She drove over to his house and knocked on the door. His face showed surprise.
"Hello! Fancy seeing you here!"
For a long moment, Vanessa couldn't speak. She was so used to seeing him on the other side of a counter in his usual white pants and shirt, that she couldn't reconcile him with this person. His silver-and-black hair was slicked back, his tanned chest bare and a wet pair of swimming trunks clinging in all the right places and revealing his manly bulge.
"Well, can you talk?"
"Uh, er, sorry, Mr. Bittman."
"The name's Herm, short for Herman, and you know that because you call me that at the store."
"Uh, yes, sir."
"What can I do for you?"
"The store. Why are you selling it?"
His strong shoulders slumped a bit. "Why don't you come in?"
"Oh, I don't want to impose on your time, Herm."
"No imposition. Come on in."
Her heart thudding in her ears, Vanessa entered his home. While he gave her the explanation of the store's sale, she glanced around, taking in the atmosphere and learning about what made Herm tick. Everywhere were the feminine touches of his late wife, Joy. Flowers here, china there. But it seemed so lonely.
" ... just can't handle it any more."
"What?"
"I said, I just can't handle running the shop alone any more."
"You could hire someone."
"Who'd want to work in a candy store?"
Vanessa had a vision of his hands, those big strong hands rubbing her chocolate skin, and she said, "I would."
He stared at her for a second. "Really?"
"Really." She glanced at the front of his trunks again, surprised to see that his bulge had enlarged a bit. So, he
was
paying attention to her! "You have a pool?"
"Yes, that's where I was."
"Great! I love swimming." She swallowed her fear and pulled off her shirt, showing her latest acquisition from Victoria's Secret, a lavender half-bra, the lace just underneath her dark brown nipples. Herm's eyes bulged. "You wouldn't happen to have an extra suit, would you?"
"Uh, no."
"Oh, well, I can just swim in these." Her pants went next, uncovering the matching lace thong. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"
She wasn't sure where the back door was but she dashed towards the back of the house, found it and dove headlong into the deep end of the pool. For a second, she wasn't sure that he was coming until he jumped in, cannonball style, and drenched her. She sputtered, glaring into his laughing face and tried to dunk him. It didn't work. He was much stronger than she was. He lifted her above the water and tossed her into the deep end. She was laughing so hard that she clung to the rails near the stairs, holding herself up. The laughter died in her throat as he swam closer, moving between her legs.
"So I guess I'm the rotten egg."
"I guess you are." She had never noticed how beautiful his eyes were, brilliant green with gold flecks and they were hypnotizing her. "So since I won, I get to choose my prize." Vanessa leaned closer, putting her hands on his shoulders. "You have to do anything I tell you for the next half-hour."
"You're making me your slave?"
"Yes, and you can't object. To anything. You have to do it." She smiled. "Now, take me out into the middle of the pool."
She felt his arms curl around her waist, lifting her close and she wrapped her legs around him, bringing his package into direct contact with her moist pussy. She could tell that he had also noticed because his cock grew even larger, threatening to push out of his shorts.
"That's far enough." He stopped just shy of the five foot mark. "Now, take my bra off."
"What?"