Commander Smith

When the wide stairs of the 5-EX folded down onto the ground, Commander Smith, Lieutenant Moonwatcher, and Crewman Grant descended, looking all around at their new environment. Everything was sand and rock; absolutely no sign of vegetation anywhere. The cloudless sky had a pinkish tint and a warm, dry breeze was blowing. Not far from the ship was a dome-like structure half protruding from the ground. It was of Earth origins and would be the Base Camp for the Expedition.

“What a desolate looking place,” Lieutenant Moonwatcher commented.

“Should remind you of home, then,” Commander Smith smiled. Lieutenant Moonwatcher was a native of Mars.

“It…is…beautiful…” Crewman Grant seemed in awe of the place. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide. “Look!”

“Grant!” Commander Smith yelled when the crewman ran off towards some stones cut in geometric patterns and arranged in some sore of orderly fashion. But he knew the archaeologist had not heard him. The man’s senses would be overwhelmed by what must be for him the equivalent of seventh heaven, Nirvana, and Los Vegas all rolled into one.

“Scientists,” Commander Smith sneered under his breath as he and Lieutenant Moonwatcher trotted after him.

“Amazing, simply amazing,” Grant was saying as he stood by the structure, rubbing his hands reverently, almost lovingly, over the stones.

Even Smith and Moonwatcher had to admit that it was awe-inspiring. What they were seeing was something built by intelligent life forms eons in the past.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” a voice called out.

The three Spacemen turned to see a man in a long, light-weight coat covered in dust approaching. His temples were graying as was his goat-tee and the lines in his face were deeply etched, probably from years of working in the sun.

“I am Professor Carson,” he began.

“We tried to contact your base via radio but got no response,” Commander Smith said.

“Yes. It is broken. Has been for sometime. I was over on Dig 32-41. The sun reflecting off your ship caught my eye, then you stirred up quite some dust when you landed. Who are you, anyway?”

“I am Commander Smith of the United Planets Cruiser 5-EX,” Smith answered. “Is the rest of your party at the dig?”

“There is no rest of the party,” Professor Carson looked down at the ground. “All dead. I am the only one left.”

“You mean we are the only ones left,” a female voice said. All eyes turned to see a red-haired woman in mid-thirties, though she could have been older. Her hair was cut short and she had a plethora of freckles across her small, upturned nose and around her wide green eyes.

“Yes, of course,” Professor Carson answered. “We are the only ones left. This is my wife, Judy Carson.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said, her smile encompassing all three of the men from the 5-EX. “You probably want to know what happened to the others. Why don’t I show you, Commander Smith, and the other two can talk to my husband?”

Smith hesitated briefly, looking from Moonwatcher to Grant, but finally said, “Lead the way.”

Judy Carson turned and headed towards the subterranean dwelling. Like her husband, she, too was wearing a light-weight ‘duster’, but as she walked away, the gently swaying of her hips were nonetheless noticeable.

“Judy, wait!” Professor Carson called out, but when his wife stopped to look over her shoulder with her wide, innocent looking eyes, he just looked down at the ground and said, “Take it slow. Not… Not all at once.”

“Of course,” she smiled at her husband. Then said to Smith, “He means for me not to try to explain our entire work during the past dozen years all at once. Sometimes I get carried away with my enthusiasm.”

Smith nodded and followed Judy down the steps and into the large, circular room, most of which was below the surface. As soon as they entered, she shucked off her coat and bent over a computer terminal, turning it on. She remained in that position while waiting for the computer to boot up, occasionally shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Two weeks in deep space is a long time and Smith’s attention was riveted to the small, but shapely backside waving in front of him.

“You have no idea how lonely it can get around here,” she said suddenly, turning around to face Smith. “Oh, I have my husband and all. But he is soooo immersed in his work.”

She took a step or two towards Smith and placed her hands on his hips, staring up into his face with her wide green eyes. “Sometimes I think he even forgets I am around.”

Commander Smith gulped. She was so close to him that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body and the aroma of her hair played about his nostrils.

“It will be so good to have some company around here,” Judy told him. As she said that, her hands went to his belt and began unbuckling it.

As if paralyzed, Commander Smith remained rooted to the spot. He could not believe what was happening. And with her husband outside just a few yards away.

“Your…your husband,” he gasped as she opened the button to his fly and then tugged the zipper down.

“Don’t worry about him,” she answered as she bent forward from the waist and tugged both his pants and under-shorts down around his ankles. Dropping down to her knees, she curled her delicate fingers, also covered with the same freckles as her face, around Smith’s cock and started to stroke it. “He won’t interrupt us.”

Not only did Judy Carson stroke his cock, but with her other hand she also fondled his balls. Soon she had him fully erect and, licking her lips, parted them wide and slid her head forward. Smith gasped, then gasped again. Not only did she take his cock into her mouth, she took it all the way into her mouth. Moving her head forward, not stopping until the tip of his cock had slid past the back of her mouth and down into her throat.

She stayed in that position for a moment or two, her nose pressed against his stomach, his balls up against her chin. Slowly, slowly she retreated, withdrawing his cock from her throat. The length of his shaft glistened with salvia. Reaching behind him, she gripped one of his butt-cheeks in each hand and pulled herself back towards Smith. This time, when she had swallowed the entire length of his cock, she opened her mouth wider and licked his balls with her tongue.

For the next ten minutes or so the petite redhead did this. Moving her head back and forth, sliding the cock in and out of her throat. Over and over again. Gradually her movements became faster and Smith responded by thrusting his hips.

Soon Judy Carson was pounding her head back and forth, driving Smith’s cock in and out of her throat, her lips sliding along it the length of it. The Space Ship Captain could stand no more and with a cry he ejaculated, shooting his seed straight down Judy’s throat and into her stomach. Her fingernails dug into his buttocks as she held her face firmly against his body, the tight muscles of her throat milking his spasming member.

Finally Judy leaned back on her haunches, Smith’s softening cock slipping from her mouth.

“Mmmm, Thank you,” she murmured, kissing his salvia drenched dick. “I needed that.”