Page 2 of Candygrams

Storm

I wait for her to pull out before I even think about leaving. This little thing might think she can take care of herself and fight the world off, but it will be up to me to make sure she never has to doubt herself. As soon as she stepped out of her car, I knew...this woman was mine!

With her big curls, dark eyes, and curvy body there is no way a woman like her is as innocent as she comes off. Oh, I know she's tough as nails on the outside but when I had her hand in mine and was feeling her skin with my own, the little shiver she couldn't hide from me told me everything I needed to know. This woman is innocent. I'm just not sure how innocent.

I drive back to the big house I have on the outskirts of town where I stay with my aunt. I came back to this small town when she got sick. After what felt like years, she finally beat the cancer that tried to take her from me, and I just never left her again. Eventually, I moved us out here and built the house.

My aunt could have the run of the whole place, but she says she would rather stay in the little house we've started calling the mother-in-law suite. It's closer to the pool she says. I pull in and sit looking at the house. I built it with a family in mind. It's huge. And empty.

But if I play my cards right it won't be empty for long.

"So how was she? She sounded delightful on the phone." She's on me as soon as I walk through the door.

"She is delightful, Min."

"And...come on you can't leave me hanging like this. I want details. Did she like the place? Is she going to take it? What does she look like?"

I make my way to the kitchen. It gives me time to think about what I am going to tell my aunt about the woman who haunts my mind. Just as I suspected, she's been in the kitchen cooking. Once she got sick, she had to give up a lot of things that once brought her a lot of joy, cooking being one of those. Now she cooks for me, telling me the entire time she needs a big family to feed and look after.

I finally turn to look at the tiny woman standing in front of me. She's my mom's sister. My mom was tiny too - at least what I can remember of her. She died when I was eight and Mini took over raising me. There is no way I can lie to this woman. She knows me too well.

"I want her."

She gives me a huge smile, "I thought you might."

"How did you know?"

"Oh, I can just tell these things." Aunt Mini is a consummate matchmaker.

"You looked her up online, didn't you?" She gives me a proud nod. "She has such beautiful hair. Can you imagine the babies the two of you will make?"

This time I turn from her and head to the stairs, "I'm taking a shower, Mini. I'll be back down before the food is ready."

Can I imagine the babies we will have? Oh yeah, I definitely can. That's why I'm taking a cold shower right now. It's why once I step in and let the cool water slush down my body, I'm taking my dick in my hand and shuttling it up and down my shaft with the image of her laid out in front of me.

I'm a big guy and I have a cock that’s proportional to my size. The thought of trying to squeeze it into the little thing from today has me shuttling towards an orgasm faster than anything. Cum spurts from the tip landing in the bottom of the shower and slides down over my hand. This may be the first time I've masturbated in months. Hell, this is the first time I've even thought about sex in what feels like forever.

Candy is small. Will she be able to take all of me? It doesn't matter if she can or not. She's still mine and if I can only squeeze in the tip then that will make me a happy man for the rest of my days. Something tells me a woman like Candy wouldn't let a little thing like her size hold her back though. I bet if she wanted it, she would force it in until she was all the way down on it.

And god damn it… I'm hard again. After once again taking myself in hand I finally step out of the shower with a towel flung around my hips. My phone starts ringing with a number I don't recognize. Normally I just wouldn’t answer, or I would answer and fuck with the other person on the other end, but something tells me to answer it this time.

"Hello."

"Mr. Carson, this is Candace Wilson. We met earlier this afternoon."

I laugh at the absurd notion that I would forget someone like her, "I remember you, Candy."

"Yes, it's Candace. I do hope it's not too late to have called you."

"You can call me any time day or night, baby." There is a long pause, and I can almost see her face get that flushed look on it at my chosen nickname and endearment.

"I just wanted to call and tell you that I talked to the other women, and everything seems to meet our needs."

I interrupt, "That's good news. I love meeting your needs, Candy."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm happy that our little shop meets the needs of you and your friends. I assume that means we have a deal."

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