He slid one finger into her and sucked her nipple in the same rhythm as he moved his long finger in and out of her.
Candace’s head thrashed back and forth and she let go of the bars to wrap her hands around the back of his head, holding him tightly to her br**sts. He could feel the tension in her body, felt the muscles begin to convulse around his finger, and knew she was about to explode.
Hastily he removed his finger and, with his lips still sucking gently on one of her br**sts, Charlie moved to a sitting position on the hard plastic seat behind him, bringing Candace’s body with him, so that she was straddling his hips, her knees on the seat.
Her slender fingers moved to unbutton and unzip his khaki slacks, until the full length of his hard shaft sprang free.
She wrapped her hand around the hot length of him, positioning herself above him so that the head of his penis was just at the entrance of her incredibly wet lips.
With a sound of deep satisfaction, Candace lowered herself down onto his cock, taking in each and every inch.
Charlie was overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight, wet pu**y enveloping him. He looked up from her br**sts, and pulled her head down to capture her mouth in a hot, tongue-thrusting kiss.
Candace was in charge of their lovemaking as she rode up and down on Charlie’s cock, milking it with her tight, throbbing muscles.
“I can’t hold on anymore,” he gritted out through clenched teeth and as he began to come, her muscles convulsed around his cock. He covered her cry of pleasure with his mouth and as they rode towards ecstasy together, their lips and tongues mated in a frenzy that matched the mating of their bodies.
As their convulsions came to an end, they kissed, their caresses growing tender and soft.
“Candy, I-” Charlie began to say, but right as he was about to declare his feelings for her, regardless of their mentor/mentee relationship, the train left the trees and emerged back into the daylight.
Quickly, Candace slid off his lap, pulled her tank top back up over her br**sts, and slid her skirt down over her thighs. After she did so she looked at him with undisguised amusement. “You might want to zip your pants back up.”
He surfaced from his daze and made his fumbling fingers obey his commands to tuck in his shirt. Just in time, he fastened the button of his pants as they arrived back at the station and came to a stop.
The station attendant unlatched the door to their cage. “Enjoy the ride?”
Candace looked at Charlie with a twinkle in her eye and said, with a fairly straight face, “Oh yes. More than you can ever imagine. In fact, it’s safe to say, I’ll never look at the zoo the same way again.”
And with that, she headed out the gates back towards the lion cages. Both Charlie and the young zoo employee watched the perfect curve of her ass swing from side to side as she walked.
Charlie slipped the kid another $100 bill and said, “You really have a great ride on your hands here, kid. You got a girlfriend?”
The boy nodded his head speedily on his skinny neck and Charlie said, “I definitely recommend the lion cage.” He followed after Candace, thinking yet again what a lucky man he was.
Chapter Eleven
When Charlie dropped Candace off at her house, she was torn between inviting him in and running to her computer to write down the next scene in her book. But before she could ask him inside for a drink, he looked at his watch and said, “I’ve got to get going. Thanks for a great afternoon,” and sped off, leaving her standing on the sidewalk in front of her house feeling more than a little bereft.
The truth was, no matter how much she tried to pretend she didn’t have feelings for Charlie, no matter how much she wavered back and forth about the emotional extent of their relationship, she now knew with 100% certainty that she was in love with him.
After their incredible sex play on the mini-train at the zoo, they had spent the rest of the day eating cotton candy and hot dogs, riding the elephants, and admiring the baby tiger cubs that were brought outside during their feeding. With every minute that passed in Charlie’s company, Candace fell harder and harder for him.
He was funny, gorgeous, brilliant, and the most sexually intoxicating man she had ever encountered. Candace was sure she would never meet anyone again who would make her feel so incredibly good, so wonderfully happy.
All of that only served to increase her guilt over her deception. Every time she wrote another scene with Jolene and Zane, she was elated by how far she’d come as a writer. But at the same time, another part of her was horrified by her dishonesty.
To a moan, every scene mimicked her encounters with Charlie.
She went inside her house, sat down in front of her computer and booted it up, holding her head in her hands, trying to figure out some sort of compromise she could live with.
What if I tell him about the story after we’ve cemented a strong relationship with each other outside of his mentoring?
If he wanted to have a real relationship with her, then by the time she told him about the story she had written, he’d just laugh and kiss her, telling her she was silly for even worrying about it in the first place.
She wasn’t going to keep it a secret from him forever. Just until she entered the contest and got some feedback on her writing. Just until she and Charlie communicated with each other about their feelings.
Feeling slightly better about what she was doing, she opened up her document and typed the words she had been writing in her head all afternoon.
“You ever been on a motorcycle?”
Jolene looked up from the piano keys at Zane who was standing by the front door of the bar. “Are you kidding? I’ve never even been in a convertible,” she replied.
“We’re gonna open a little late today,” he said, gesturing for her to come to him. “Let’s go.”
Zane held the door open for Jolene and tapped his booted foot impatiently while she serenely closed the lid on the grand piano, stood up and walked towards him.
He led her around the back to his Harley and handed her a helmet. She swallowed nervously and didn’t put the helmet on.
“I’m not so sure about this,” she said, but he was already on and had revved up the engine.
“You’ll be just fine,” he said, “just keep your arms wrapped tightly around me.”
Jolene felt like she had no choice but to do as he asked. It was always that way with Zane, she mused. Him telling and her doing.
“One day the tables are going to turn, Zane,” she said, but he couldn’t hear her over the rumbling of his engine.
Candace’s head thrashed back and forth and she let go of the bars to wrap her hands around the back of his head, holding him tightly to her br**sts. He could feel the tension in her body, felt the muscles begin to convulse around his finger, and knew she was about to explode.
Hastily he removed his finger and, with his lips still sucking gently on one of her br**sts, Charlie moved to a sitting position on the hard plastic seat behind him, bringing Candace’s body with him, so that she was straddling his hips, her knees on the seat.
Her slender fingers moved to unbutton and unzip his khaki slacks, until the full length of his hard shaft sprang free.
She wrapped her hand around the hot length of him, positioning herself above him so that the head of his penis was just at the entrance of her incredibly wet lips.
With a sound of deep satisfaction, Candace lowered herself down onto his cock, taking in each and every inch.
Charlie was overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight, wet pu**y enveloping him. He looked up from her br**sts, and pulled her head down to capture her mouth in a hot, tongue-thrusting kiss.
Candace was in charge of their lovemaking as she rode up and down on Charlie’s cock, milking it with her tight, throbbing muscles.
“I can’t hold on anymore,” he gritted out through clenched teeth and as he began to come, her muscles convulsed around his cock. He covered her cry of pleasure with his mouth and as they rode towards ecstasy together, their lips and tongues mated in a frenzy that matched the mating of their bodies.
As their convulsions came to an end, they kissed, their caresses growing tender and soft.
“Candy, I-” Charlie began to say, but right as he was about to declare his feelings for her, regardless of their mentor/mentee relationship, the train left the trees and emerged back into the daylight.
Quickly, Candace slid off his lap, pulled her tank top back up over her br**sts, and slid her skirt down over her thighs. After she did so she looked at him with undisguised amusement. “You might want to zip your pants back up.”
He surfaced from his daze and made his fumbling fingers obey his commands to tuck in his shirt. Just in time, he fastened the button of his pants as they arrived back at the station and came to a stop.
The station attendant unlatched the door to their cage. “Enjoy the ride?”
Candace looked at Charlie with a twinkle in her eye and said, with a fairly straight face, “Oh yes. More than you can ever imagine. In fact, it’s safe to say, I’ll never look at the zoo the same way again.”
And with that, she headed out the gates back towards the lion cages. Both Charlie and the young zoo employee watched the perfect curve of her ass swing from side to side as she walked.
Charlie slipped the kid another $100 bill and said, “You really have a great ride on your hands here, kid. You got a girlfriend?”
The boy nodded his head speedily on his skinny neck and Charlie said, “I definitely recommend the lion cage.” He followed after Candace, thinking yet again what a lucky man he was.
Chapter Eleven
When Charlie dropped Candace off at her house, she was torn between inviting him in and running to her computer to write down the next scene in her book. But before she could ask him inside for a drink, he looked at his watch and said, “I’ve got to get going. Thanks for a great afternoon,” and sped off, leaving her standing on the sidewalk in front of her house feeling more than a little bereft.
The truth was, no matter how much she tried to pretend she didn’t have feelings for Charlie, no matter how much she wavered back and forth about the emotional extent of their relationship, she now knew with 100% certainty that she was in love with him.
After their incredible sex play on the mini-train at the zoo, they had spent the rest of the day eating cotton candy and hot dogs, riding the elephants, and admiring the baby tiger cubs that were brought outside during their feeding. With every minute that passed in Charlie’s company, Candace fell harder and harder for him.
He was funny, gorgeous, brilliant, and the most sexually intoxicating man she had ever encountered. Candace was sure she would never meet anyone again who would make her feel so incredibly good, so wonderfully happy.
All of that only served to increase her guilt over her deception. Every time she wrote another scene with Jolene and Zane, she was elated by how far she’d come as a writer. But at the same time, another part of her was horrified by her dishonesty.
To a moan, every scene mimicked her encounters with Charlie.
She went inside her house, sat down in front of her computer and booted it up, holding her head in her hands, trying to figure out some sort of compromise she could live with.
What if I tell him about the story after we’ve cemented a strong relationship with each other outside of his mentoring?
If he wanted to have a real relationship with her, then by the time she told him about the story she had written, he’d just laugh and kiss her, telling her she was silly for even worrying about it in the first place.
She wasn’t going to keep it a secret from him forever. Just until she entered the contest and got some feedback on her writing. Just until she and Charlie communicated with each other about their feelings.
Feeling slightly better about what she was doing, she opened up her document and typed the words she had been writing in her head all afternoon.
“You ever been on a motorcycle?”
Jolene looked up from the piano keys at Zane who was standing by the front door of the bar. “Are you kidding? I’ve never even been in a convertible,” she replied.
“We’re gonna open a little late today,” he said, gesturing for her to come to him. “Let’s go.”
Zane held the door open for Jolene and tapped his booted foot impatiently while she serenely closed the lid on the grand piano, stood up and walked towards him.
He led her around the back to his Harley and handed her a helmet. She swallowed nervously and didn’t put the helmet on.
“I’m not so sure about this,” she said, but he was already on and had revved up the engine.
“You’ll be just fine,” he said, “just keep your arms wrapped tightly around me.”
Jolene felt like she had no choice but to do as he asked. It was always that way with Zane, she mused. Him telling and her doing.
“One day the tables are going to turn, Zane,” she said, but he couldn’t hear her over the rumbling of his engine.
