The convo with Tony was intriguing and all that, but Flash couldn’t avoid being curious to Candy’s whereabouts. He hadn’t seen her since she’d delivered the drinks about an hour ago. He and Tony weren’t talking much now. Both were mentally stimulated from the combination of weed, liquor and coke --- officially in LaLa Land. Still, Flash couldn’t help but dream up visions and thoughts of Candy in his mind. He vividly pictured the way she stared him down, the way she licked her delicious lips while doing so. Her incredible image just wouldn’t leave him.
Though Candy plagued his mind, it was Vena peeping from the glass door of the house in a purple silk robe. It was a distance away, but even in his near comatose state, blurred vision and all, Flash observed the woman with a breast fully exposed, massaging the nipple on the round melon like no tomorrow. Vena was probably the finest of the four women — next to Candy, of course. Why not take advantage? This was supposed to be a vacation.
Going for what he knew, Flash cleared his throat and excused himself. “Excuse me.” He pried his body from the comfy lounge chair and gave a quick stretch before setting out on this new mission.
“Handle your business,” replied Tony, glancing back at Vena, knowing damn well what time it was. “Be careful, boy. She’s a wild one.”
“Is that right?” Sounded like a challenge, and that was something Flash would never shy away from.
Flash approached, and just when he was about a foot away from the door, Vena disappeared. Apparently she wanted him to engage in a game of cat and mouse. “Where this bitch at,” he asked himself while cautiously entering the house. His first step took him into the kitchen. Another step forward and he noticed the elusive woman in the room to his left. Flash followed and caught up with her in a large, exquisite looking dining area.
“Come and get it.” Vena ducked off into another room, this time, leaving a pair of purple thong panties and the robe behind on the carpet. Flash followed, eager to view the mysterious woman in all her glorious nakedness. Hot on her trails, he could at least attest that the backside view was a beauty to behold. Now pacing a bit faster, he stalked down a long hallway before following her into another room, where he found a most shocking bombshell.
“I had to find some way to get you alone.” There, in what looked to be workout room of sorts, stood Candy with her back against a wall --- Vena was nowhere to be found. A lustful passion filled her eyes while a few fingers went to work in her pussy. Oh yeah ... for descriptive purposes, it would probably help to explain that she was stark naked. While the fingers of one hand went to work, the other caressed the stiff nipple that served as the centerpiece of a larger than normal sized areola --- think Jada Fire!
Like a 15-year old virgin, Flash tensed up and tried his hardest to look away. Yeah ... he failed miserably. How could he not gawk over this masterful piece of work created by none other than God himself? The fact that she was fully engaged in self-stimulation made it impossible as her fingers just kept plucking and popping away; while she bit down hard on her juicy bottom lip.
Candy was hotter than a Sin City summer night and clearly ready to go to war with the sexy stranger. The damn thing instantly 'flashed' through Flash’s foggy brain --- about 69 different positions in 15 seconds. But forming the backdrop of that smoking hot, pornographic montage was something horrific --- Valdez’s smiling face.
“Come on now, you know this ain’t right.” Fighting temptation, Flash stared down at the white carpet, hoping she would put her fingers away and withdraw the offer.
“You tellin’ me you don’t like what you see?” Candy was stubborn and persistent with her desires. She knew there wasn’t a man alive that could resist her. Flash was sure to fall into the same category. If not today, soon. “What’s the matter?” She stepped up and put two of the sticky, semi-sweet smelling fingers up to his lips. “I know you want me. You wanna fuck the shit outta me. I can feel it.”
Now standing face to face, Flash could feel the wonderful warmth of Candy’s body as her soft breasts pressed against his sturdy, yet wobbly frame. The tension in the room rose as did he when she slowly slid a finger down his chest and stopped at the waistline of his pants. “Don’t worry. I understand ... for now. But I won’t be denied for too long. I will have you eating out of my hand ... and other places.”
And with that, Candy strutted off, round and finely sculpted booty swaying marvelously on the way out. After all that, Flash could do nothing but sigh and think of how close he may have come to suffering death by pussy.
An excerpt from Mr. Bill Collector
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