Have Lunch

When Commander Smith exited the hover-craft, Connie Thorndike came over and linked her arms through his. She was a tall girl, nearly as tall as Smith, and when the entered the Café he noticed a couple of young men ogling her long, long legs.

Scooters was nothing special. A lunch counter, tables covered with checkered table cloths, black and white square tiles, a juke box. They sat opposite each other in a booth along the wall, the checkered table cloth draping across their thighs. A middle-aged waitress took their order and soon they were munching away on burgers and fries. Smith had a diet soda while Connie had ordered a vanilla shake. Several times she took the straw out of the glass and licked seductively at the thick, frothy ice cream cleaning to the other end.

Once while she was doing that, Smith let out a startled gasp. Connie had slid one foot out of her sandals and had placed it up on the bench between Smith’s legs. She smiled coyly at him as she wiggled her toes against his crotch. Smith’s eyes darted from side to side, but knew the tablecloth hid what the young College Co-Ed was doing so he made no attempt at stopping her.

They made strained conversation, finally resorting to discussing her classes at the University. All the while Connie’s little toes were busy dancing against the now hard bulge in Smith’s pants. At one point Smith dropped his hand into his lap and pressed it against Connie’s foot, rubbing and massaging her instep and toes.

Connie dipped her last fry into ketchup and held it to her mouth. Parting her lips, she placed the fry inside her mouth and slowly pulled the fry out between her lips. “Do you have time to take a short drive before you have to return to work?”

Smith nodded and slid out of the booth, picking up the check. He approached the register, walking slightly bent over to try to hide his excited state, and paid the bill.

Once outside and in the car, he asked her, “Where to?”

“There’s a quite little stretch of road up ahead,” she pointed. “Drive and I will tell you when you have to make a turn off.”

Then she grinned at him. “I assume you want me to thank you for lunch?”

“Well, I…uh…” Smith stuttered but Connie leaned forward and patted his thigh. “It’s alright. I want to.”

Then her hand moved higher to cup his bulge. “Besides, after toying with you like that back at the Café, I wouldn’t want you to tell Daddy that his daughter is a Cock-Tease.”

If her hand had not been resting atop his groin, his erection would probably have gone down at the mention of her father, Admiral Thorndike. But as it was, with her delicate fingers kneading his “package” through the material of his pants the way they were, he remained rock hard.

“Turn here,” Connie pointed with her right hand, her left one never leaving his crotch. He did as she directed, turning again when she said so and soon they were parked along the side of a narrow road that ran parallel to the beach.

Grinning at him and staring into his eyes, Connie leaned forward and began fumbling with his belt and fly. He reached down to help her and soon the two of them had his cock out in the open. Connie wasted no time but descended immediately on the hard cock. She lapped the pre-cum off the head, swirling her tongue all around the tip of his cock in the same way she had licked the straw of her milkshake back in the Café.

Smith sighed contentedly when Connie took him into her mouth. He reached around her to cup one of her small, firm young breasts in his hand. Connie moaned as Smith tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the thin cotton of her tee-shirt.

Sliding her lips up and down along the length of his cock, Connie made loud, slurping noises. The sounds of her blowing him blended with the sounds of the waves lapping against the beach.

Other than fondling her breast through her clothing, Smith made no other moves and sat there watching the back of her blonde head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. She was using plenty of saliva and her hand, sliding along with her mouth, made loud squishy noises.

Before long Smith felt the stirring in his balls and announced to Connie, “I’m going to come.”

Connie murmured an “Hm, mm” around the shaft in her mouth, signaling to him that it was o.k. She started moving her head faster and soon, with a loud gasp, Smith lifted his butt off the seated and exploded inside Connie’s mouth. Her sweet, wet, warm mouth.

Connie murmured again as the thick load flooded her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out from the torrent of cum and some escaped from around the corners of her mouth.

When his orgasm had ended and his cock and balls drained, the young co-ed sucking his cock lifted her head. Her mouth was nearly over-flowing with his cum.