Commander Smith - [EC]

Doctor Rhonda Birks did not waste anytime. She snatched up a cupless bustier from the coffee table with one hand and grabbed Smith's hand with the other. "Let's go, Spacer-man," she grinned at him. "You're coming with me."

As they ascended the stairs to the second floor, Smith was once more impressed not just by the size of her home, but also by the furnishings. "This is quiet a house . . . or mansion . . . that you have here," he said as she led him into her bedroom.

"Yes," she smiled, closing the door and reaching behind her to unzip her low-cut evening gown. "My ex-husband was . . . is . . . a very successful commodities market broker. Unfortunately, for him," she allowed the dress to fall down in a puddle around her feet and stepped out of it. "But fortunately for me, his Divorce Attorney was not as skillful as mine."

Underneath, she was wearing a strapless bra, thong panties, and stay-up stockings. All in black. Removing her bra, she wrapped the bustier snugly around her upper body, shaping her form and pushing her now bare breasts up and out. She had tried to keep her shape and exercised regularly. But she knew that at forty-seven, time had taken its toll. The under-garment gave her an assist. Taking two steps towards the staring, smiling space-ship captain, she took hold of the sides of his face between her palms and pulled his head down to hers. Her lips parted and Smith's arms slid around her waist. After a long bout of kissing and groping, she pushed him away and said, "You're not in proper uniform, Spacer-man."

She 'attacked' his clothing, almost tearing them from his form as the two of them worked together to get him undressed. Once that was accomplished, Doctor Birks peeled her thong down past her womanly hips and jumped - literally - jumped on the bed, rolling over on her back and holding her arms up in the air, towards Commander Smith. Inviting him to join her.

He climbed onboard, lining his erection up with her moist pussy, and slid into her fairly easily. As he sank all the way into her warm, clinging vagina, lowering himself on top of her, they kissed again, her arms around his neck. After a few moments, he lifted his head and asked, "Do you think it would be a serious infraction of protocol if I called you Rhonda."

"Oh, shut up, you!" she laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing a handful of hair at the back of his head to bring his mouth down to hers once more.

After only a few minutes of mutual thrusting and writhing, Smith's eyes suddenly when wide and he gasped, "Oh, fuck!"

Immediately Doctor Birks knew what was happening. She clutched him tighter to her and thrusted upwards with her hips while squeezing with her kegel muscles as he ejaculated deep inside her. When his orgasm ended, he collapsed on top of her and then rolled over. "I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . Rhonda.," he panted, slightly out of breath. "I . . . I don't know wh-what happened."

"I do," she smiled softly at him. "Three weeks without a woman."

He shook his head. "No. That's not it. I've made countless trips and . . . " He turned his head to look at her. "I guess I've just never been with a woman as sexy as you are."

"Nice 'save', Spacer-man," she grinned while moving up to first a sitting position and then onto her knees. Crawling down in the bed, she told him. "But you are a healthy, robust man still in his early years. You are good for more than one go a night." Her blonde head hovered over his crotch. "And that is my considered, medical opinion. All you need is a little CPR." She lifted his soft shaft, coated with sperm and her secretions, between the tips of her thumb and forefinger, her mouth lowering more to poise tantalizingly over his member. "That's Collapsed Penis Resuscitation."

She at last took him into her mouth and soon had him hard again. Doctor Kirks shifted around on the bed, flinging one leg over Commander Smith's pelvis, and lowered her wet pussy onto his revived shaft. "Now . . . Let's play Cowgirl and Indian."

She leaned forward, her breasts dangling down, and gripped his pectoral muscles. Staring into the man's eyes, she began to raise and lower her ass, swinging and swaying her butt all around, riding him as if he was a bucking bronco.