Candace

No matter who it is, everyone always has that one person at work that is just knock out gorgeous. I'm no different, and at my place of work... her name is Candace. She's twenty-three years old, but has the slender and sexy body of an eighteen year old. With her long black hair and pouty lips, she's a sight to behold and a woman that I am sure most men would jump without hesitation. 

I would sit at my cubicle for hours, watching her working at her own, wondering what it would be like to wave my hand through her hair, how she would smell as I kissed the back of her neck, or what noises she would make when I entered her from behind. Such fantasies are normal, healthy in fact according to some professionals I've read. Even though I have a steady girlfriend who is nothing short of amazing, I can't help but feel aroused when I'm around her. Yet I accept the fact that it's human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex, and brush it off and just get back to work when the moment is over. 

I don't think you can blame me for being attracted to Candace, because not only is she a fine looking woman, but also she has personality to boot. Whenever we talk, it’s easy to see that we have so much in common and have plenty to talk about. That's another fantasy many men don't talk about, the ability to be able to talk about cool stuff after sex. If men could find a women who talked about sports or even check out sports center after making love instead of talking about love and commitment, I guarantee she'd be getting a ring big enough to stake on in less than a year. Men actually fall head over heels for the tomboy, because they can hang around her like they do one of the guys. 

And Candace was that kind of tomboy; she was pretty yet tough and willing to speak her mind when she had to. I found out that her tough tomboy attitude came from being raised with three brothers and no sisters, so she had no choice but to play around with the boys when growing up. It never took away from her feminine side, as she still took the time to make herself look stunning each day when she came into work. While her office attire was nice to look at, I am sure myself along with many other men looked forward to casual Fridays, when she would wear a tight pair of blue jeans that nicely showed off her cute, tight ass. 

Everyone has these kinds of people in their lives, a member of the opposite sex they can't have but fantasize about all the time. But when fantasy strays into the realm of reality, it can sometimes be enough to blow your mind. Mine made such a bold move when I least expected it. Usually I only saw Candace at the office, and was a tad surprised when I got a chance to see her in an environment either than our office. 

This encounter occurred downtown in one of the most popular dance clubs in the city. I stood outside that club for close to an hour, freezing my ass off with a few of my friends while waiting to get inside. Usually I never have to wait outside, but the friend of mine who usually works the door had gone home for the holiday. He wasn't the only person home for the holiday, as my girlfriend had also made the trip to see her mother and I was unable to attend because I only had two days off for the break. So there I was on a cold Saturday night, waiting to get inside when I hear a familiar voice call from above.

And there she was. Waving from one of the windows and smiling at me like a princess would when look down at the little peons below. I smiled and returned the wave before resuming my conversation with my own friends. We finally made it into the club about a half hour later, shed off our winter coats and joined the huge crowd inside eagerly hoping that their body heat would thaw us out from our long wait outside. 

Once inside I was met halfway to the bar by Candace, who was a stunning sight in a tight shirt with very little back to it, and a tight pair of black jeans, and some boots that gave her an extra inch or two in height. She also had her hair put back into a long ponytail so that it wouldn't get in her face while on the dance floor. I took a look around the room and casually asked where her boyfriend was. I had assumed he was probably at the bar fetching her a beer. She gave a cute grin and said that they were no longer an item, and that she kicked him to the curb for being a complete asshole. 

I was a little surprised, but was still enjoying the view as I even managed to catch a quick glance at her tight ass, that again looked quite stunning and it wasn't even Friday. Since her boyfriend wasn't there to help her out, I offered to buy her a drink, which she accepted and we walked over to the bar together to get them. After a few drinks and some rather interesting conversation, Candace asked me to hit the dance floor with her for a few songs. I had enough liquor in my system to accept her invitation and off we went. 

The dance floor was already packed, so Candace and I were dancing very close to one another, to the point where our bodies would occasionally rub against each other. I didn't want try to bump into her and was afraid that she would be offended, but not only did she like it but she turned around and allowed her tight ass to bump and grind into my pelvis. I don't know if it was the loud music or all the people bumping and grinding around us, but I put an arm around her and bumped into her as well. 

Candace seemed to be enjoying it as she bumped along with me, rubbing her tight ass harder against my crotch. I then took another chance and slipped my hand underneath her shirt, reaching up and feeling up her breast, which was easy to accomplish since she wasn't wear a bra. I could hear her gasp with surprise as I teased her nipple with a soft touch, caressing her breast with in the cup of my hand. She arched back and gave a grin that let me know it was all right to feel her up, and I decided to take another chance. I leaned down and kissed her exposed neck, teasing her with my lips and tongue as we continued to bump and grind on the dance floor. 

Seconds later, Candace turned around to look me in the eyes. I realized that I had been more than bold in the last few seconds, and was clenching my cheek muscles just incase she was about to give me a swift smack for my rudeness. She didn't slap me, and instead came closer and kissed me right on the lips. The kiss was semi-open mouth, but there was zero tongue action. After a few seconds, Candace eased back for a moment to catch her breath, and then came right back to kiss me again. 

This time there was plenty of tongue action, as we both got right into things and began to feel each other out as we were necking on the dance floor. Again the music started to pump at an unbearable volume, and we again started to dance on the floor with the rest of the crowd. This time out our dance was tens times more sensual as we spent most of the song kissing, feeling each other up and grinding up a storm for well over twenty minutes. Finally, Candace took me by the hand and led me away from the dance floor. I didn't know where she was taking me at first, but then it was obvious as we went right to the door to fetch our coats. She never heard so much as a whisper of protest as we both fled the club and hailed the nearest cab. Since my girlfriend was out of town, we went to my place since she didn't want to run the chance of bumping into her now ex-boyfriend. 

Once inside the door to my apartment, things went from normal to out of friggin' control. We went right to the couch and started to make out right there in the living room. We were kissing each other passionately, feeling each other up and started to remove each other's clothing. Since she wasn't wear a bra, I immediately tore off Candace's shirt and began to lick and suck on her petit breasts, and I even enjoyed listening to her give off a soft whimper as I teased her nipples with my tongue. I wasn't going to stop there, as I slowly began to work my way down. 

I unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them off with ease and after I removed her wet panties, it was hard to believe that the girl I had been fantasizing about all this time was naked on my couch with legs spread out and waiting for me to give her as much pleasure as I possible could. I was eager to rise to the challenge, as I quickly went down her and began to give her oral pleasure. I loved the taste of her and never stopped licking, even when she orgasmed in my face. I kept going, licking up all her sweet juices and never stopping until she orgasmed a second time minutes later. As I had suspected, Candace was a bit of a moaner and she never hesitated to let me know how she was feelings each time she had orgasmed while I was going down on her. 

Suddenly she was on her feet and pushing me down onto the couch. Candace was eager to return the favor and she never heard and complaints from me. She tore open my dress shirt to the point where all the buttons went flying and started to tease me by licking my nipples. She also began to work her way down... opening my pants to expose my erect penis, which was hard as a rock. She gave a cute grin, and then I was the one who gave a gasp of pleasure as I could feel her soft lips slowly engulf ever inch of my hard cock. 

There are not enough words to express how fucking amazing it was to feel her suck me off, but it was one of the best five minutes of my life. She probably could have gone on forever, but I interupted her with the idea that intercourse would be a better way to go from there, especially since I was harder than ever and ready to go. She giggled with delight and climbed ontop of me. 

We kissed again for a few seconds just before she mounted me. I could hear her sigh deeply as she took ever bit of my hard cock inside her, and I took could barely keep myself calm as I could feel the tight walls of her wet vagina slowly surround my cock. We both began to pant and groan and she started to move up and down, riding me with ease and allowing the friction of our skin to drive us insane with pleasure. I see her bite her lip while she kept rocking her hips and riding me as hard as she could. A few strokes later, I asked if we could chance positions, and she was more than willing to change things up. 

The next position we tried next was the missionary, one of my personaly favorites because you can look your lover in the eyes and even kiss and make out with them during intercourse. Candace laid on her back and then spread her legs for me so that I could hover above and enter her again. She grunted just a bit as I slid every inch of myself into her and started to pump as hard as I could, which I could tell was doing something for her as she got wetter and wetter with each stroke. I took the time to use the new position to lean down and kiss Candace while storking her, playing a little tounge hockey while making love to her. 

Finally, I asked her if we could do one last position, and I was happy to see that she was more than eager to try anything. After telling her the position I wanted to use, she gave me an evil grin and bent over the end of the couch, raising her ass into the air and inviting me to enter her again. I eager went behind her and entered her from behind, and started to stroke her faster than I had before. 

Candace reacted quickly to the new position as she began to moan and even scream up a storm as I could tell she was starting to orgasm. She was getting wetter down below and I could feel her spasm and shake as she had a huge orgasm. She was sweating, panting and groaning up a storm, and bucking her hips as I kept stroking her as hard as I could. I also couldn't control my own bodily functions as I could feel my own orgasm coming. 

Eager to have one of my own, I kept stroking her hard which caused Candace to orgasm again as she screamed out my name this time in sheer pleasure. I couldn't hold back any longer as I joined her and orgasmed at the same time, blowing a huge load deep inside her. The gave out another groan as she could feel the explosion within her and we both collapsed on the couch, both sweaty and tired. That sweat never stopped us from cuddling up as we still kissed and felt each other up during our cool down phase. 

We slept in each other's arms that night on the couch, and early that morning we made love in the shower. After finally cleaning up and getting dressed, Candace felt it was best if she left. She knew I had a girlfriend and said that tonight was probably a one-time thing, and I agreed it should be left at that as well. I thanked her for the amazing night and we left it off with one final kiss before I watched her walk down the hall and disappear. I still see her at work, but these days when she smiles at me... I have a better idea of what she's thinking of.