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She could almost see his mind reeling with ideas. He would never know how close he was. Candace pulled on a shirt and opened the door. She hoped her breath wasn’t too crazy - or her hair. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm, and she was wearing a goofy smile she couldn't take off of her face.

“What are you doing in here?” Claude asked as he eyed her suspiciously.

He looked at the tussled bed, the open window, and the tv screen playing silently behind her. The scene of a sexy redhead, face down being pounded by a muscular dark haired man, played on.

“I was taking some personal time,” Candace admitted. It was true, just not all true.

“I can see that,” said Claude with a grin, “It doesn’t look like you were here alone.”

“I just got a little overzealous,” said Candace as she walked toward the bathroom. She could feel the sliding of Declan’s cum down her inner thigh. As much as she hated to, she had to shower and get his scent off of her immediately.

Behind her, Claude checked the closet. Candace turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray before the water even got warm. Claude followed her in. His eyes studied the firmness of her skin until he was satisfied there were no marks. Candace was happy that her body didn’t betray her.

“You want some company in there?” Claude asked.

Candace's head snapped in his direction. He hadn’t joined her in a shower in years, but there was something extra in his eyes now. It was a look she'd been anxious to see. She thought of how only minutes earlier, she’d had the neighbor in her pussy, and now her husband was looking for a shot. She watched as his eyes took in her breast and hips. She thought of the last time they’d spontaneously been together. Maybe her little fling was having more of an effect than she’d believed it would. It caused her husband to look at her like he used to.

Candace nodded her head yes. As Claude undressed, she showered washing Declan’s scent from her skin. She’d never been with two men on the same day, and now she would have her cake and eat it too. This summer was changing everything.

THE END

Gimme Sugar

Chapter 1

Lisa sat opposite yet another date she’d met online, wondering how in the hell she had gotten herself into such a situation - yet again! She looked around the restaurant. Where is the waitress? Desperate, Lisa wished for her to reappear and finally clear their table after the appetizers she’d gulped down soon after realizing that her date’s online profile picture, like her own, was at least a decade younger than in real life.

As the waitress arrived, Richard, her semi-retired date - whatever that means - made sure to get a good view of her perfect peach bottom in a not so subtle way. He was from the decade where it was acceptable to objectify any pretty girl walking by; one of those men who often said, “They can vote now, what more do these lesbian feminist gals want?”

Lisa despised him and men like him. Men like Richard were the reason that she had remained a virgin all these years. And with her fortieth birthday only a few weeks away, she had become anxious. Who’d ever thought she’d be a forty-year-old virgin? Hence the internet dating.

The waitress cleared their plates. “Can I get you guys another drink while you wait for your mains?”

“No thank you,” said Lisa. “I’m still drinking mine.”

“Well I’m not,” said Richard with a cheeky Jack Nicholson grin on his face. “I think I’ll have another beer and seeing as I’m not driving tonight, how about a shot of tequila to go with it?”

“A man who likes to live on the edge,” said the waitress, “I like that in a man.”

Christ he’s old enough to be your father. Scratch that. He’s old enough to be your grandfather, Lisa thought to herself as she watched Richard stroke his mustache and blatantly flirt with the twenty-something-year-old girl whose desperation for tips meant that she laughed at the end of every one of Richard’s sentences, even the non-jokes. Fuck this. I’m desperate but not this desperate. With that, Lisa stood up, grabbed her purse and made her dramatic exit without uttering a single word.

Thank God she’d brought her own car! As she entered her brand new Lexus, she reached for her smart-phone and deleted every dating app that she had put on there in the past few months. Perhaps I’m just meant to die a lonely virgin she thought as she stabbed her finger on the ignition button and revved away into the black moonlit night towards the closest bar. I need a drink!

Chapter 2

Lisa walked across the wooden floor of the dingy old pub and made her way to the bar. Clearly, it was a dive, but it was open, she’d found parking, and now she was here. She felt the glares of the local patrons as she marched over to the only available seat. She was far too overdressed for her surroundings, but she didn’t care. As long as there was alcohol, the place was perfect.

“Whiskey, neat” she said to the sour-faced barmaid as she hoisted herself onto the bar-stool. The barmaid nodded, picked up a glass and opened the bottle. Before she could pour Lisa interrupted, “Do you have a drinks menu or anything other than Jack Daniels?”

“Look around your highness, where do you think that you are? This is a pub, not a fancy member’s only club. It’s JD or nothing I’m afraid.”

Through gritted teeth Lisa said, “JD sounds perfect.”

“Any ice?” said the barmaid.

“No,” said Lisa, slightly irritated, “No ice, just neat.”

“Neat?”

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