The Story of Candy Apple - Android
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   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 hoverbike 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 hoverbike is not really made for long distances. I can't take anymore 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 lower back back to life.
   “I tell you what, after we get camp set up I'll cook you supper, and after that, I give you the full workout.”
   “You got a deal.”
   There is not a lot you can do with freeze-dried food but with the right amount of seasoning and the knowledge of a master chef in your brain miracles can happen. Jim swore it was the best meal he'd ever eaten. Ten minutes after the dishes were done Candy had him face down on his rolled-up sleeping bag and went to work on his back.
   There are several different massage techniques and Candy knew 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 hoverbike.
   “Thanks for the ride,” Candy replied. “Do you still prefer real women?”
   “Yes,” Jim replied. “With maybe one exception. 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.