I work at the local factory. I always have and probably always will. On my first day I noticed Candy right away. She had the bubbly blonde looks and theatrical personality that made everyone notice. She was a secretary in the office and her looks were captivating. I couldn't help but stare. I saw other guys staring too.
On the floor, my buddy Javier warned me, "Stay away from her, Friend, she's trouble." I questioned his sincerity, but he just repeated the warning I was later to ignore.
I continued to stare, and make more trips to the office than absolutely necessary. Just to look. It was hard not to at least look. She was a dream.
One day I overheard her talking on the phone about game night. I love games. Though I would be hard pressed to not love anything she loved.
What I wouldn't give, for the impossible, to be invited; to see her outside of this setting and in more casual clothes.
She hung up just as I was passing her desk and there is no way she didn't see me gawking and know that I'd overheard.
Her perfect hand touched my arm. Her perfectly manicured fingernail stopped me. I couldn't breath. Picking up a sticky note she wrote something on it, and gave it to me, "Scotty, it's a party, come."
If I told you about my smooth come-back I would be lying. In reality, I just blinked, nodded, and kept walking. I was just happy that she knew my name.
Back at my station I unfolded the paper to find her address written there in cutesy girly handwriting. I couldn't believe my luck. I had the address and an invite to the house of the most enthralling girl in all of my limited experience.
Saturday at eight I rang the bell. A nice guy, a big guy, let me in. No one else was there. Was I early? Candy came breezing into the room. She was wearing white short shorts and a crop top. If I looked too long she could make me cream just from looking.
She gave me a hug? I couldn't believe that Candy, hot fucking Candy, had hugged me. She also gave me a European kiss on the neck. Well, I think it was European. A neck seemed like a strange place to kiss someone, but it made my blood pump. It kinda paralysed me too. I looked around for anyone else, "Is this..this a party?"
Candy pointed her sexy fucking ass at me while walking to the kitchen, "We'll get you a drink. Baby. And wherever I am - it's a party."
Her ass was still wagging and she flipped her flowing hair, then speaking to the only other man there, "Julie, get the man a drink, Ok?"
I had just turned 19 and to date I don't think anyone had called me a man yet. How honored I was to be initiated into manhood by the sexiest woman in Tocqueville.
He put his hand on my shoulder as friendly as can be leading me into the kitchen, "It's Julius, like king Caesar. I've got beer and Jack. But the beer's still warm. Candy says you're a nice guy and you're here for game night. So, you want a Jack? right?"
He poured me a pretty big glass, really a mason jar, of Jack on ice. To Candy he said, "Hey girl, I've got a new game to show you." He rearranged a couple of chairs, putting one right in front of the sink and the other about two feet in front of that one. He had Candy sit in the one with her back to the sink, and me in the other facing her.
Her big boobs were amazing, high but bouncy as she sat down. Clearly she wore no bra. I couldn't see her nipples, but if it got colder...
Julius told us the name of the game was Mirror. I was to touch my head, move an arm, whatever. Her job was to mirror my actions as if she were my reflection.
I touched my nose and Candy touched hers smiling from ear to ear. I lifted my arms above my head, and so did Candy. I think just maybe a tiny bit of underboob peeked out. It was so fucking exciting.
I stood up, Candy did too. Did I mention that her legs were perfectly smooth, tan, and lovely? I couldn't help myself - I got a little naughty by trying to touch my elbows together behind my back. When Candy did it her shirt got really tight against her massive, firm, upright tits. I think she has implants. Beautiful hard, fake jugs, with nipples that stood out clearly.
If Julius had a problem with it he didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up a wet washcloth from the sink, and stealthily slipped it onto her chair. I saw it but didn't think about it. He gestured for me to be quiet and sit down again.
When Candy sat nothing happened for a moment, then she squealed and jumped up. We all had a good laugh and Candy was a great sport. She had a big wet spot on her shorts. Candy wagged her finger at Julius calling him a rascal. Then she blew my mind by shamelessly peeling off her shorts and tossing them in the sink. Even Julius seemed a little shocked.
She was wearing a pair of navy blue boyshort undies. They didn't show much more than the other shorts. But the notion that she stood there in her underwear made me choke on my drink. Julius refilled it.
She didn't bat an eye. "OK, what'll we play now? She took out a little list, handed it to me, "You pick."
I looked over the list. Pictionary, Rummy, Copycat...I stopped at that one. The others didn't sound good but if Copycat was anything like Mirror I definitely wanted to play it.
They explained it to me as such, I would draw a picture on Candy's back with my finger. Then she draws it on his back, but adds something. Then he draws it on mine. I'm supposed to guess what they each added.
It was either impossibly hard or I was already too tipsy. So we switched it up. Whatever I did to her, he could do to me. And it didn't have to be a drawing.
I poked her in the arm. She giggled, saying I almost touched her boob. Julius poked my arm amiably.
I went to poke her other arm but she happened to turn and I did touch her solid boob. For a second my fingertip was in heaven. It made me feel lightheaded.
She laughed outrageously. Julius congratulated me. He said if the game had points I should get one.
I decided to test the limits of his tolerance. With some trepidation, I poked her right in the nipple.
Instead of getting mad he turned to me smiling, and poked my nipple. We're both guys so I felt no sexual tension like there was when I touched hers.
Candy declared, "Oh, this is silly, us standing here in the kitchen." She grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. To Julius she said, "Come on King." Candy pushed us guys down then plopped down on my left side.
Everything she did fell into place so naturally, and no one could fault her because it just seemed right. Tucking her cute little feet up under her legs she laid her head down on my stomach sideling up next to me.
It should have felt awkward, her boyfriend, or husband, or mate, or whatever was right there. But they both acted like we were just sitting on the couch playing a game. In contrast, I felt feelings I'd never felt before.
Julius pulled me back to reality, by reminding us that it was my turn. At that moment the only thing on my mind was not getting an erection and the pounding heart in my chest telling me I was in love.
I decided I should pat her on the shoulder. Without planning it, what I actually did, was caress her arm from shoulder to elbow. Candy exclaimed, with a hint of excitement, "Scotty knows how to play a game!"
Julius then rubbed my arm from shoulder to elbow.
Her arm was silky and magical. My whole body went rigid with tension.
His touch reminded me of the time I got a massage. It relieved the tension that had just built up.
The caress went over pretty well, so obviously I would do it again. Maybe I could touch her jugs, in time. Unfortunately, my hand slipped. Instead of caressing her arm I bumped her elbow sending her hand careening right onto my dick.
I thought she would recoil. Instead, she gave it a quick little two fingered squeeze. My head got dizzy and I saw stars as my vision darkened a little.
When I recovered, Julius was just removing my fingers from his cock.
Candy had touched my dick! And it wasn't a hundred percent accidental. I mean, she squeezed it at the end. I wasn't hard when she first made contact, but I sure was tenting my pants after that.
And did Julius' cock seem really really thick?
In my soul I needed her to touch me more. But then...
I chose a safer move. Putting my fingers on the back of her head I gave her an innocent scalp massage. I liked touching her. It felt intimate.
Julius' touch relaxed me.
I kept massaging for a long time and so did he. Touching her was surreal. It was all good. The next thing I knew my face was pressed to the front of Julius' pants who was kneeling on the couch there next to me. Briefly I wondered why that was but then noticed that I was holding Candy's head against my own hard-on.
Fearing that I was holding her there too forcefully I let go suddenly and so did Julius. My head fell back on the couch. I was swimming in disbelief and alcohol.
My fingers tapped the air near the back of her head. I wanted to push her down there again. Should I do it or not? I wanted so badly to, but I was afraid to.
With trembling fingers I grasped her calf, rubbing it firmly. I was under her spell. I have no idea when I did it or for how long but next my hand was on her thigh, rubbing circles there.
My mind was in a fog. I was staring at a picture on the wall while enjoying the sensual feelings of a strong hand rubbing my ass cheek. Which meant...I jerked my hand off her fantastic incredible round rump.
My head spun like I drank too much, which was a distinct possibility. Laying my head back the room spun too, confirming that I had in fact drunk too much. I clenched my eyes shut hoping both that this wasn't real and that it could continue.
The spell her body cast on me was too strong. I had to put my hands on her again no matter what. I just had to walk the line. I ran a few fingertips from her ankle to the small concavity of her back, lingering there, in what was the most sensual part of a woman I had so far caressed in my small-town sheltered life.
