Candy awakes to the sound of birds chirping outside of her bright window. She glances over at the clock. It's 9:09am.
She gets up, fixes herself some breakfast, and checks her e-mail.
Buddy had just sent her an e-mail, asking her to call him when she got up.
She picked up the phone and dialed his digits.
He answered after the first ring.
"Hey, baby," Candy greets him.
"Hey, yourself," Buddy replied.
"So what are you up to?" Candy asks.
"Well, I was going to go feed my horses. They are staying at my ranch right outside of town. I normally have a guy come out and take care of them for me, but he's out of town this weekend. Would you like to join me?"
She accepts his invitation, and she agrees to drive over to his house in an hour.
They meet up and Buddy drives them off towards the countryside in his red Jeep. The sun is shining, the weather is warm, everything perfect.
Candy and Buddy sing along to some oldies on the radio, and talk about fun times.
Candy can smell Buddy's distinctive scent immediately. So different. Musky, mixed with sweat and shampoo, but yet appealing to her pheromones. She loved his natural smell. She was never much into cologne-wearing men. It was so... unnatural. She wondered what he thought about her "pheromones"....
They talked about Ann for a bit. Buddy told her that Ann is coming in town next week. Candy knew she'd be calling her up, and wondered if her coming over while Buddy was there would be a problem. Buddy wants to see both Ann and Candy next weekend and told Candy to just come on over anyways. They'd be fine.
While they are passing over a big lake onto a bridge, Candy decides to "spike up" the mood. It's obvious that they were both starting to get antsy, cause they had only been chit-chatting all morning on the ride there.
Candy takes charge. She unbuckles her seat-belt, turns towards Buddy, and leans over. She begins to unzip Buddy's shorts while he is holding onto the steering wheel, driving. She finds his cock and tucks it out from his lap and starts playing with it. She grabs it gently with her left hand and starts licking it up like a lollipop, ravishing the taste and the feel of his prolific specimen. Intense anticipation of their upcoming copulation in the hay inspires Buddy to put the pedal to the floor. After all, no one's out here on these country side roads. Going 65 mph, the wind gustily blowing against his brown hair, the sun's rays beating down through his sun roof, and a hot chick giving him head during all this, Buddy was having the time of his life. He could hardly wait to get out of that car and into her pants.