Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  I was on vacation, I’ll be damned if I was going to pussy foot around this!

  After all, I was never going to see her again. Maybe that was part of the appeal. My wife had been my high school sweetheart, and I’d never dated around much. This was the perfect chance.

  Her hand went to mine, tickling my skin with an electric buzz as she ran up my ring finger on my left hand, as if checking for a ring.

  She found nothing there any longer, and I could see the smile that brought to her lips. In reward, I brought us in closer to one another, stepping in and placing my arm about her lower back to tug her tighter towards me.

  “After this I must be allowed to buy you a drink. Or all the drinks,” I said with a cocky smile, feeling more sure of myself than I had in a very long time. Something about the island, the jungle, the club and her, most importantly. It brought out some of my brazen spirit.

  The part of me I’d thought was locked away for ever.

  “I’d like that,” she said in response, her hips circling and her legs rubbing along mine seductively. It was all so sensual, the way she danced, the way her body felt against mine. It was terrific and freeing, all the stress dripping from my body as I enjoyed her form.

  Those soft, sensual curves of hers, pressed up against my hard, lean form, it was such a delightful mix. That masculine on feminine feel, and my confidence grew. I spun her about and then we locked at the hips again, only now I pressed into her sumptuous ass cheeks, felt their supple flesh as we danced, my hands upon her hips.

  I hadn’t fully thought things through, I’ll confess, because I felt a jump in my cock below, unable to help how excited I got feeling her hot flesh to mine.

  “Good,” I said, as if none of the intervening actions had interrupted our conversation. “I would’ve been so sad if I didn’t get the chance to treat a beautiful woman such as yourself at least once while I’m here.”

  She had to have noticed. Not to brag, but I was a big enough guy that a girl would notice if I was getting half a hard-on.

  When she ground back into it, I knew for a fact that she did. She was egging me on, daring me to take it another step further.

  “You say that to all the locals?” she laughed.

  I bit my lower lip for a second, feeling even more blood run away from my head to my groin, my manhood swelling even further as we ground our bodies together.

  “What other locals?” I said, and it was in jest, but truth be told I hadn’t so much as done more than glance at the other locals, I was so smitten with her. She’d had my attention from that first touch, and it’d never wavered.

  She let out the nicest little giggle, grinding her full ass onto my quickly stiffening cock before she pulled away slightly. I’d lost track of how long we’d been dancing, but she had a slight flush to her, and it was hard to tell if it was the dance or the throbbing in my pants that had really done her in.

  I hoped it was the latter.

  “I must rest, we have an early morning tomorrow,” she said, and I couldn’t help but be disappointed. I was certain—

  She leaned in towards me once more, whispering, “Tomorrow night, we will be in a nicer place. I will teach you more then.”

  I didn’t bother hiding the feral grin upon my face, but as I pulled away I gave a brush of my lips along her cheek and squeezed her ample hips.

  “I can hardly wait,” I said, looking into her impishly twinkling eyes with my own steady gaze. “It’ll be a dance to remember, I’m sure.”

  The next day was agony. I was trying to relax and enjoy my vacation, but I couldn’t help but keep looking at her. I was distracted from the beauty of the forests, of the wonderful hike through the jungle.

  Though she did stick close to me through most of it, and even though we didn’t speak a lot, her presence and the soft brushes of her skin against mine was enough to make me wish I could just take her, then and there. It was a hard thing to resist.

  By the time we finally arrived at the hotel, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stand another ‘dance’ lesson. I was already so pent up, and I just wanted to have her.

  But she disappeared soon after dinner and I knew there’d only be one place to find her.

  All of the hotels seemed to have some disco or night time entertainment, and this one was no different. A much higher end resort, the disco was bigger, the music louder. I could hear it from much further away and the Cuban beat resounded in my heart and loins, drawing me to her.

  The Havana night was warm with an edge of crispness to it, but as I rose up to the stairs to the dance floor, the warmth of all those bodies radiated out.

  It was covered by a stone roof, held up by pillars all around, right next to a pool where some people watched and drank, a live band played to the other side, and then the beach and the ocean waters laid out ahead.

  There was no way to beat such a beautiful view. It was all so perfect, and there amid the gyrating, dancing bodies, was her.

  I was hypnotized by her, drawn towards her, step by step, across the dance floor. I weaved through the others, my steps becoming smooth dance moves, as I swayed and made my way towards her like a real suave player.

  She smiled when she saw me. A wide, happy grin, before she dialed it back. Maybe she was worried I’d get the wrong idea or something. So instead she just looked a bit cocky as her hand went to my chest, her hips swaying in rhythm to the fast beat.

  “You like this music?” she purred.

  To be honest, I hadn’t given the music a moment’s notice. I was drawn to her, not a single other thing occupied my mind.

  “Better than anything back home,” I retorted, the two of us falling into step together so naturally. It was uncanny how the two of us did that with such ease. Her hand in mine, my other palm grasping her hip, the two of us moving across the floor, dipping and swaying and… it was all so exquisite.

  Things were easy with her. Conversation, dancing, just being around her seemed so natural and normal. Which was strange to me, but so welcome.

  She smiled at my response, her hand flirty along my chest and shoulder, just feeling me out. I was glad I’d kept in shape all these years. Some guys let themselves go, but I had to keep trim. Wasn’t an option.

  Isabel leaned up on tippy toes, pressing her large breasts into me.

  “Does it make you hot?” she asked.

  “Only two things on this island make me hot,” I replied, looking her over pointedly, ogling her in that stunning dress. “You and the Cuban sun,” I said, giving her no time after that before I took her hand and spun her around, letting her dress skirts spin out with a wide flair before she spun away, then I tugged her back in for another dizzying twirl.

  I couldn’t help but grin at her then as she was back, pressed into my chest once more. And more than that, able to feel the proof of how hot she made me below.

  She giggled again, seeming so thrilled with my flirtation.

  I still had it.

  She leaned in, and I could tell she was breathless as she panted against me, her pretty lips parted. And then they were pressed against my throat, hot and wanting.

  It was lewd and public; right there in the center of the dance floor! But I returned her affection, let my two strong hands feel up her sides, kissed at her shoulder and neck, nibbled at her ear in return, felt her beautiful, black hair against my cheek.

  “You’re ravishing,” I said, my voice an unintentional growl with how high my desire had been provoked.

  I didn’t know if anyone was staring at us, but I could feel all eyes upon us. Whether that was just my ego or reality speaking, I didn’t care to find out. Not when she tasted so sweet.

  Her fingers went down along my hips, teasing lower and lower as she ground in against me. We were getting carried away, but never for a second did I think about stopping.

  Only the cool ocean breeze was there to stymie the rising heat around us and between us, but it wasn't nearly enough.

  I ran one hand up her spine, through h
er thick, black hair and savoured its rich feel. All the while my lips moved to hers, finding our mouths interlocked and we kissed deeply there, shameless among the whole crowd of vacationers and locals.

  She pushed into me, arms wrapping around my neck, as wild passion overtook her. Her body gyrated against mine, and I knew now was the time to take her. She was desperate for me, and the way she moaned into my mouth told me more than anything she could have said.

  When she broke away, I took her hand, and we wound our way through the crowd back towards the exit. Though even then she couldn’t resist reaching out, touching my ass as I led the way.

  I certainly didn’t mind, and just led her on towards my room undaunted.

  The climb up the stairs was taken over the elevator, because I knew I’d get us there faster that way. Turning to look at her every few moments, appreciating her beauty as we climbed the open-air stairs until we at last reached my floor.

  I pressed her up against the door, kissed her plush, pouty lips hard as I fumbled with the keys and door in the other hand. I wanted her so bad, and I couldn’t restrain myself now that we’d stopped at last. I slowly worked the door open, until we both swung inwards.

  She laughed, my arm jammed behind her, but it just made it easier to embrace her and draw her further into the room. It was pretty nice, all told, with towel swans on the bed that I quickly knocked onto the floor without consideration of them. I had bigger things on my mind.

  By bigger I immediately thought of those ample breasts of hers, that threatened to burst free of her dress at any moment. They strained the confines of that gorgeous number, and I reached up to greedily grasp at one of those mounds. To squeeze and fondle that plump tit like it was the first I ever felt.

  It wasn’t, but it was the finest. Supple and full, firm yet soft.

  I gave a low, lewd groan of approval as we fell to the large, king sized bed before the massive glass doors overlooking the balcony and beach beyond.

  I felt like a king in the lavish room, but with her pinned beneath me, even more so. She felt like a delicious treat, a delicacy I’d never had, and I kissed down her throat as she offered it up to me, encouraging my downward descent towards her breasts.

  I was ravenous by then though, and I lifted my hand up over the full mass of her breast and curled my digits into the fleshy mound. I yanked down her dress, exposing the fullness of her tit just before my kisses made their way to it. I worked on down, supping at the perky teat, made my way around the light areola of her dark breast.

  Her skin was so smooth and soft, I was rapturous with delight!

  She tasted like the sun, like the warm breeze off the ocean. Her skin was so warm from the heat of the day, and her moan was like sweet music. She arched her back, her hands going to the back of my head and encouraging my supping at her.

  Her nipple stiffened quickly against my thumb, and my free hand wrapped around her thigh, pulling it apart before feeling inwards. Seeking my prize between her thighs.

  To my surprise and delight, she wore not a stitch of clothing beneath her dress. And my bare hand found her warm, wet cunny without delay, my long digits stroking over her glossy little quim and making her mewl for me.

  “You’re stunning,” I growled out as my cock strained against the fabric of my pants and I worked my fingers up to the apex of her cunny, then back to wriggle through her labia and tease her clit directly, circling and nudging it.

  She was grinding against my hand so wantonly, and I could tell how much she wanted it.

  No, she needed it.

  Me.

  It turned me on like I couldn’t believe. This hot, exotic woman who was so desperate for me. I didn’t know how long I could contain myself, and I sucked her nipple harder, making her purr.

  My middle finger pushed between her velvety folds, feeling her clench around it so tightly.

  Part of me wished I had just taken her to the beach, fucked her in the sand, but instead I brushed that aside, enjoyed the cool ocean breeze as it brushed in past me through the window, though it couldn’t temper our heat. Not even a little.

  I fingered and teased her, suckled her teat, but eventually I had to pull back, and before I had a chance to do it myself, her hands went to my shirt. Those nimble little fingers of hers undid my top, exposed my bare, hard chest beneath, my thick pecs and bulging abs. Then on down they went, working open my pants and reaching inside my boxer-briefs, tugging out that thick, meaty shaft.

  Her almond-shaped eyes lit up at the sight of it, that hefty beast of a cock resting upon her palm, throbbing with desire from stem to crown. Veins all along its length, pulsating as I stared down at her with desire.

  She’d felt it so intimately earlier, while we were dancing and she was grinding in against me, but to see it pleased her. She couldn’t wait to have me stick it in, and she gave me a few strokes, warming me up.

  Her thumb went to the tip of my cock, teasing out some precum and dragging it down, making my cock shine as her legs spread.

  Those smooth, soft inner thighs beckoned me in between them, and I obliged happily. I sank in between, letting her hand guide my throbbing shaft to her cunny, where molten steel met her warm flower.

  A kiss of her petals to my cock was followed by the overwhelmingly satisfying feeling of her tight little cunny walls embracing my shaft. I sank down into her, raw and reckless. I wanted her too bad to think, and she never uttered a complaint as I sank down balls deep into her, letting loose a noisy groan of satisfaction as I did.

  We were taking such a risk, me fucking her without a bit of protection, but maybe I wanted to walk on the wild side. To just let my worries and fears go and do what felt right.

  And her warm, wet pussy around my cock? That felt so right. She was perfect, spreading her legs and then beckoning me in closer. She was ravenous for me, the way she bucked her hips closer so that I could hilt myself in her completely.

  It was obscene, the way I was splitting her tight little cunny open, but it looked so right.

  Seeing those beautiful, puffy wet petals stretched around my bulging, veiny shaft just got me so damn excited; even on top of my already bursting enthusiasm!

  I sank my fingers into her thick tit, squeezing that all-natural breast as I pulled back my hips, watching my cock tug back those folds. It was such a sweet feeling, the tight clench of her narrow cunny as I began to pump back into her, my heavy, cum-laden balls slapping to her dark ass as I fucked her against the bed.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so good. If ever.

  It’d been so long since I had sex, but I wasn’t a young man anymore. All the same, I pumped into her with all the vigor of a high schooler, but with the stamina of a man much older. Knowing I wasn’t going to cum too soon gave me the chance to really enjoy how she felt — how she looked — as I fucked her.

  Like how with each thrust, her breasts bounced, and how when I hit her too deep, her thick eyelashes would flutter.

  The lack of a condom was dangerous, but oh so satisfying. I could feel every inch of her as it dragged along my cock, as I sank in and she squeezed around me. I could feel it all! And she was exquisitely perfect.

  My pace built, and I made those thick, ripe tits jiggle and sway with the impact of my thrusts, again and again I hammered her, made her yelp and squeal and moan as I fucked her raw, manhandled those gorgeous tits of hers.

  She squeezed my cock, and I knew she wanted it. Wanted my cum, my seed, deep inside her exotic little twat.

  That was beyond my wildest dreams, but everything in my body screamed for that release. To implant myself deep within her and give her what she craved. My fingers squeezed her breast harder, the flesh dimpling beneath my hand as I looked down at her.

  She wasn’t giving that coy grin any longer. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she moaned so loud.

  She was lost to the carnal rapture, and I pounded her harder, made those pouty lips moan all the louder for me as I hammered her towards bliss. I felt mo
re alive than I had in so many years, and I let one of my strong hands slide down her soft body, my hard thumb rub at her clit, encircling it as I thrust into her.

  My balls were tightening, and I knew my ability to hold back was giving out, and my desire to was long gone. I needed to cum inside that beautiful Cuban woman more than I needed to breathe then, and as the fire of my release traced up my loins, I jackhammered into her so hard and fast, wanting to make that gorgeous dancer cum with me.

  And that sweet song, that lilting scream as she quivered was my reward. Her pussy vibrated around my bare cock, milking me of my virile seed. Her hand clutched my bicep, her nails forming half-moons in my arm as she lost herself to pleasure.

  Then I went with her, and I blew such a thick, heavy load of cum into her like I’d never had before! Years of pent up desire unleashed into that fertile cunt of hers, and I savoured every mind-blowing moment of it, just as she did. The two of us felt our heads swirl, and I bucked, twitched and moaned aloud as I disgorged every last spurt of rich cum into her utmost depths.

  I knocked her up then and there, I felt it even then, but the two of us only thrilled at it, enjoyed the feel of all my seed flooding her depths.

  She rocked her hips, taking in all of my offering like a prized gift, her body rolling with all the seduction of the dance floor.

  And when finally she laid back, exhausted and spent from her orgasm, she smiled up at me with such warmth. No more coyness. Just affection.

  I leaned in, kissing her lips hungrily as I growled, “You’re mine now.”

  She giggled like a schoolgirl but kissed me back with just as much passion.

  It would’ve been easy to move on from that experience. After all, even though we spent the rest of the vacation together, fucking each other’s brains out, when it was done, I flew back home and she stayed in Cuba.

  Yet the attachment we felt burned hot and fast, but also long. We kept in touch weeks after that, talking on the phone and emailing, and I arranged to return half a year later.