His name was Jim Redding and he owned a motorcycle shop in East LA. He had gone to the East Coast on a family matter to bail his cousin out of jail at his mother’s request. Jim had taken the hover bike because it was fast; it was a decision he was regretting groaning as he got off the bike. “You ok?” Candy asked.
“I’ll be fine in a bit,” Jim replied. “It’s my back and this hover bike is not really made for long distances. I can’t take any more so we’ll be staying here for the night.”
“Do you mind if I try something?” Candy asked.
“What?” Candy walked around behind Jim and put her hands on his lower back. In seconds she had him purring like a kitten. “God that feels good,” he said as she massaged his back back to life.
“I tell you what, after we get camp setup I’ll cook you supper, and after that I’ll give you the full workout.”
“You got a deal.”
There is not a lot you can do with freeze-
There are several different massage techniques and Candy new them all. She knew most men did not really like a real hard massage. There were ways to be both gentle and firm and Candy used them. She did not limit herself to just his back and expanded slowly out to his extremities. “It’s time to turn over,” she said after about 45 minutes.
On the front side Candy started at his head and slowly worked her way down to his toes. It was on the way back up from his toes that she shifted modes and the massage became more sensual and erotic. “Are you sure all you want is gas?” she asked coyly as she rubbed the inside of his thighs ever so suggestively. Jim was not about to say no and it was about all he could do not to shoot his load in his pants. It took Candy exactly 3 minutes and 49 seconds to get Jim out of his clothes.
It was somewhere during the second time around while she was on her hands and knees with Jim behind her that she thought of David and how he was different from the man making love to her now. Jim certainly got points for technique and longevity but his lovemaking was about his personal satisfaction. There was no connection on any other level beyond the rough raw animal sex.
For the first time Candy imagined herself with someone else. Of the thousands of men she had seduced she wished it was David behind her seeking a connection that would allow them to merge as one. It was his hands she wanted to feel on those few sensitive parts of her robotic body. It dawned on her that sex wasn’t so much about duration as it was about communication. During round three with Jim she tried to communicate with him but he was deaf to what she was trying to say.
Cybertron Robotics Corporation headquarters was the building across the street from where he let her off. “Thanks for the fuel,” Jim said as Candy got off the hover bike.
“Thanks for the ride,” Candy replied. “Do you still prefer real women?”
“Yes, with maybe one exception” Jim replied. “Anytime you need another ride give me a call; I’m in the book. Good luck.” Jim smiled and winked at her and then drove off.
Now all Candy had to do was find a way to get her sister away from Cybertron so she could talk to her alone.
This is an online illustrated story. While there are many parts to this story, this is one beginning.
It is hard to say where Candy comes from. I suspect she comes from one of the dark alleyways of my soul. I know all the images that an anatomically correct android designed to bring all your fantasies to life can conjure up in the mind’s of men, and women. However, this is not that story. This is not my story, this is Candy’s story, and it is not what you think.
Some parts of the story begin on their own and merge with this story. Other parts expand outward and fill a universe of their own. And, still other parts of the story live and die within the story itself.
This story was designed to be more than just something to read; it was designed to be explored.