Her short hair and blue eye-shadow alone marked Candy as a retrosexual and she actually liked to accent the look with the vintage body shaping fashions from her sexier days. Her large pale eyes hidden behind red heart Lolita sunglasses, Candy always giggled sweetly when introducing herself. Then waited for the first of many eating candy references from attractive men and lovely women. She didn't resist their advances and by her upcoming fortieth birthday imagining -- with some regret -- that her sexual bucket list was running out of shelf life.
Naked nightmares made her tremble -- skin damp and burning -- in raw urgent hungry scenes of -- wanting to be...used as an erotically sexual woman. Forced, at least through pretense and imagination, to endure sensual toying from a lover skilled and dominant, to tumble beyond the fearsome precipice and fly...into the yearned for orgasmic climax. Fearlessly. And again.
And again...wanting that lover tethered, leathered, bound to you, all of you. Not constant, but consistent, Candy wanted. Male and female, bisexual lovers. It was her secret birthday wish. A hot looking couple into some edgy play and a delicious threesome. She sniffed loudly and adjusted her glasses, glacing down at her computer screen.
She flinched and quickly turned down the volume of her earphone as the blasts of a woman shrieking in repeated orgasms arrived in a self-playing email.
On her reduced screen view, Candy watched raptly as the video showed a beautiful large cock decorated in tight black rings. The ring just below the head had a chain attached which drew the shaft straight outward. Candy swallowed as the end of the chain was pulled taut then released to make the stiff cock bob up and down. The screen went black, but then...
It was the barest, wettest, prettiest pussy Candy had ever seen before. Two red-nailed fingers were caressing its wetness between her thighs. On the upward stroke, the fingers framed a swollen glistening clitoris that almost made Candy lick the screen. She shuddered as a local address and time message appeared in her mail box.
The simple message said: Come play with us.
ps. Happy birthday from a friend
Candy made special preparations with many additions to her pre-flight checkoff list. She groomed herself for hours until her body felt fully in sync with her senses. And her libido's hungers. In the full length mirror, she saw the sexiest self she'd ever beheld. She couldn't resist a quick, slick slide of her thumb up and down her clitoris before pulling down her very short black skirt. The click of her high heels sounded louder. Her skin felt more alive. Candy licked her soft lips and stepped up to the door.
Before she knocked, it opened.
Their smiles were dazzling and immediately put Candy at ease with the apparent warmth in their quick hugs. As they all entered the living room, Candy saw Marian lightly brush her fingers over Daniel's pants. There was already a bulge and Candy felt herself starting to tingle already.
Candy sat across from them and leaned back with a sigh. It was going to be good, she imagined. She opened her eyes widely however when a sudden strong pressure pushed her thighs wide and she felt a wet tongue lapping up and down her freshly shaved slit. She actually shuddered when the tongue tip fluttered over her swollen clit.
"Daniel!" Mirian barked.
Candy reluctantly watched Daniel -- on all fours -- whine softly and crawl backward.
