Memorial Day Weekend

Friday night Memorial Day weekend, I had planned to take my boat out on the lake, but the weather will be rain and thunderstorms. So I decided to spend the weekend at my lake house, I bought it as an investment so I have not spent much time here. I went to the marina bar to see if there was any entertainment, but due to the high water level the marina was closed. I final went to a neighborhood bar and grill. Her heart fluttering in nervousness, Candice pushed the door to enter the darkened establishment as loud blaring music suddenly hit her ears. Blinking her eyes to get
them acclimated to the darkness, Candice shivered in realizing that there was not a many women in the crowd. Feeling self-conscious with all eyes upon her, Candice gazed about in hopes of locating someone one she knew. Finally, seeing me wave to her to join me, she nervously made her way over to the booth I was in. Seated in the booth, ordering a vodka tonic, Candice didn’t object when I told the waitress ” Make it a double!” She could only nod, then I introduced myself to her, ” I’m John.” ” I’m Candice, thanks for letting me sit with you.” she said. ” Tell me about yourself, Candice.” I said. ” I’m 33 single never married, no children and I’m an art dealer.” she said.

Glad that her drink came quickly, though normally only one to sip at her drink, Candice took a large gulp and then another. Too nervous and scared to continue a conversation with me, Candice can only tremble in fear as she
finished her first drink. As the waitress passed, she called out to her, saying, ” I’ll have another, a
double!” Unaccustomed to drinking alcohol so fast, nor in such quantity, Candice feels a bit relieved that her
senses are numbed. At least it allowed her to bear my hand pawing at her nylon thigh under the table and beginning to slide up the hem of her dress. Fear and nervousness filling her body, Candice basically cannot comprehend all the things I’m telling her, being so pretty, so nicely dressed, etc, etc. But the one thing that registered is when I asked ” If she had a boyfriend?” Up until this point, Candice held out hope I would be satisfied with some talk and companionship over a drink. But that hope had all dissipated with my last remark, making it all too clear that I was expecting to have sex with her.

Woozy after downing half of her third drink, having made the decision that she would have sex, Candice blinked back the tears and stammered in asking, ” Y-you will put on a… a condom, aren’t you? I-I can’t take that kind of chance!” Shuddering from the caressing hand under the hem of her dress, Candice cringed as I chuckled in advising ” Don’t normally wear one, honey! Takes forever to get my rocks off!” Seeing the beauty’s frightened eyes, I added, ” But if you insist, sweetie.” Candice flushed with embarrassment, my hard on is ready to bust through my khakis.
With her fourth drink delivered to the table, gulping down a swallow of the drink, she tried to steel herself, trying not to show any reaction to my hand rubbing her pussy through her panties and pantyhose. Finger pushing into her indentation, she feels so embarrassed as a gush of juice begin to seep out of her. Drink downed, I assisted her to her feet, ” Where, where are we going?” she questioned, as I lead her out the back door. ” Don’t worry sweetie, my house is near by.” she is told.

Alone in my bedroom with me, Candice staggered over to the bed and sat on it to clear her head. Seeing me kick off my shoes and then pull my shirt over my head to bare my chest, Candice frantically fumbled with a condom. As I approached, dressed only in my pants, she nervously held up a condom to me. Condom packet taken from her and tossed back onto the bed, she is advised ” Not quite ready for that yet, sweetie!” I can’t believe how fuck’n innocent this little bitch is, apparently thinking that it will be a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of fuck. I wanted to test just how innocent she really is, figuring I’d enjoy some fun in making her think she still got a chance to save her virginity. ” Tell you what, Candice… you get me off with your soft hands and just maybe I won’t be able to get it up again to pop that precious cherry of yours!” Anxious for the chance to save her purity. Candice had some hope remaining. With me standing a foot from the bed, Candice closed her eyes and blindly reached out with her hands. Shuddering as she made contact with the rough fabric of the khaki pants, Candice feels the unmistakable feel of the metal zipper. Tracing her trembling fingers up to the tab, she slowly pulls it down.

That task done, left hand pulling the opening wide, Candice reaching in with her now shaking right hand. Expecting to feel the material of a softer jockey shorts, she gasped as her fingers immediately came into contact with sticky flesh of my cock and a pad of short kinky hairs. Fingers tracing down the length of what feels like a baby’s leg, she trembles ‘Oh, God, it… it can’t be… no man could be this, this big!’ Struggling with the opening of my pants, pulling with all her might, Candice finally manages to get it out. Unable to believe what she is now grasping with two hands, one on top of the other, Candice can’t resist the temptation to actually see it in the flesh. Opening her eyes, Candice gave a loud gasp of astonishment and fear in seeing just how immense a penis I possessed. ‘God, I’d never be able to take anything like that! It’d kill me! I’ve got to make him feel good with my hands, whatever it takes to keep him from putting it in me!’ she realized.

‘Soft small delicate hands stroking my cock, an innocent woman trying to preserve her honor, what more can
I ask for?’ I smiled, enjoying watching her trying to jerk me off. ” Ah sweetie, that sure feels good! You ever seen anything like that?” I tauntingly ask. Seeing her shake her head ‘no’, I then continue ” You got a ‘real man’s’ cock in your hands now, sugar! Yes, baby, stroke it, stroke it!” A little over five minutes of stroking, I see her cringe as her hands became slick from the leakage of my pre-cum oozing out of my piss hole, lubricating the piston motions. Seeing the pretty trim manicured fingers now greasy with lubrication, I twitch my cock some to provide more lube. Hands pumping up and down, wringing at my cock in an attempt to make me shoot, seeing the sparkling glint of her diamond nearly had me blowing in excitement.