Spit

Connie turned away from her dinner date and reached for the handle of the passenger-side door. Opening the door slightly, she leaned her head out over the curb and spat out the load of cum she was holding in her mouth. She spat several times, making certain she had gotten rid of all of Smith’s semen before closing the door and looking into his face.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Connie told him and opened her purse, taking out a tissue and wiping her mouth. “But I’m really not much of a ‘swallower’.”

She looked down at the tissue and then back to Smith. “Is that O.K.? Some of the boys at College get mad when I don’t swallow.”

Commander Smith shrugged and grinned. “It’s fine with me, Connie. Either way.” He started refastening his clothes. “You were just great and…well…thanks!”

Connie patted his thigh and leaned over to chastely kiss his cheek. “You’re sweet.”

She sat still for a moment or two, her large green eyes studying his face. She was waiting for him to ask her out again or say he would call or something along those lines. Actually, Smith would have loved to see the young college student again, but he figured she had only gone out with him because her other plans had fallen through. He knew her oral caresses had only been ‘payment’ for dinner. She had as much as said so.

Finally, Connie herself took the next step. “I had fun this evening. We should do it again sometime.”

Smith looked up from buckling his belt, surprised at Connie’s remark, but then realized she was probably just saying that to be polite. “Sure! I would like that,” he answered. Then added, “I’d like that very much.”

Connie gave Smith’s thigh a squeeze and said, “Call me.”

Before he could reply, she opened the door again and hurried up the walk to her front porch. She went inside her house without looking back and Commander Smith shook his head in bemused disbelief.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened.