Candy

Adam had spent a lot of time on the computer talking to Carly, but he could see Candy out of the window the entire time he did. Even when she went into her house, he could see her because none of her blinds were down. As soon as she got into her home, she took off all of her clothes. Watching her take off her clothes was almost as sexy as seeing her ultimately naked. Everything had hugged her voluptuous figure so that it seemed it was more of an effort to undress for her than it was to be clothed. She lay down in the middle of the room on a very cushy chair and touched herself. She was not masturbating. She was just touching herself as someone would run their hands through their hair.

While Candy pulled at her hard nipple, he was talking to Carly on the screen,

“I want to go see Candy.”

Carly laughed.

“I told you that she was there for the taking when I made up this game that was something on my mind. Fantasy and playing with the idea of exploring desire because of things we were talking about at the time when we wanted to open up our marriage.”

“So will I meet your dream guy? Did you make a dream guy that you could fantasize about and explore with?” “You are my dream guy,” she said, and she looked at him, so it penetrated through the screen, and he thought maybe it was a dick move to want to go see Candy after all. “And because I love you is why I can love someone else because you opened me up to love. I am not jealous if you have a lot of love to share.”

“I love you,” he said, and he felt that go through him. “I want to go see Candy now so I can know what you created here.”

“Go!” Carly said.

Within seconds he was at Candy’s door. He knocked on it, and she opened it.

Naked.

“Hello, Neighbor,” she said and extended her arm so he would walk in.

He did.

She was naked, but she was so nonchalant about it that it did not feel like anything. It did not feel like she was naked or awkward in the least.

“Can I get you something?” she asked and stood behind the bar.

“Something strong.”

Candy laughed. Her laughter was robust as she handed him something deeply amber-colored, and he did not even ask what it was.

She went into another room, and he took a sip and looked up as she reemerged with a gauzy wrap that emphasized her nudity even more than her being nude did.

“So Adam, what brings you over here?” she asked.

“How do you know my name? I did not tell it to you,” he said as if he was a little paranoid.

“Adam,” she said knowingly, almost hypnotically. “I know who you are.” “Then why did I come here?” She chuckled.

“I just asked you why!”

“Because I could not stop thinking about you since I met you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“What, don’t you know, Candy?” “When you are going to kiss me? When you are going to touch me? When you are going to make love to me? Don’t you want to?” Adam stared at her. How could she even ask that question? He was desperate to touch her, but he was so disoriented. He had just told Carly he loved her, but he knew he wanted to be with Candy. She looked at him warmly and without any expectation as she sipped her twin amber drink across from him.

“Oh, Candy…” he sighed as she looked like the embodiment of a bowl of candy before him.

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