in her pussy

"Come inside me, come in my pussy," Abbie cooed.

Doug couldn't believe what he was hearing. Inside? He withdrew his cock, stroked it a few times, and then slid it back into her wet cunt. He pumped in and out, and Abbie could feel his cock growing firmer and warmer inside. His pumping slowed, each one harder, staying longer. Then, without any real warning, he let out a loud moan, and his orgasm erupted inside her.

She felt the warmth of his body over her, and the flow of his semen inside. She bucked her hips back against him, willing him further inside. He responded by grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing hard, pumping a second and third time, pushing as much from his cock as he could.

He started to pull out, but she said, "Stay." He held still. He thrust in and out again, his cock twitching, his knees buckling. As he slid out, he squeezed his cock, letting the last drops fall on her labia.

She stayed still for a moment, feeling his come inside her, and then start to drip back outward, clinging to her pussy.

Douglas quick to pop, and quicker to go soft again. The moment was over for him, whether she liked it or not. He pulled his underwear back on. "You like that?"

"Yes," said Abbie. "I did. Thank you." She stood, feeling his come drip down from her pussy, and run down the inside of her leg.

Douglas was becoming more awkward again. He dressed quietly. He didn't say anything else to Abbie, nor even offer her a towel or anything. She looked around, looked at him. The room was still foreign to her, and she wasn't sure what would be best.

"Douglas," she said.

"Huh?" He looked up.

She smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

He stared at her, as if that was an unexpected question. "I did. I mean, did you think I didn't?"

"I wasn't sure," she said. "But I'm glad to hear you did." She paused, and then said, "Douglas."

"Yes?"

"Do you have a towel?"

He picked up a hand towel from a shelf. "My god, of course. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. It's just -- I need to clean myself up." She giggled awkwardly.

"Please, I'm so sorry, Abbie." She wiped between her legs, and mopped at her pussy. He watched briefly, then looked away. When he looked back, she tossed him the towel.

"Thank you."

Douglas put the towel in a laundry basket. He came back, and handed Abbie her bra and panties from the table. "Here."

She smiled again, recognizing that this moment wasn't likely to go anywhere further. She put on her underwear, pulled on her shorts and shirt. Douglas was dressed by now. He was kind of hovering by the door, as if he wasn't sure how to leave.

"Thanks for waiting for me," said Abbie. "Probably not good to leave me here by myself."

He nodded. She put on her socks and shoes, and then they left the costume shop together. Outside, they waved at each other, each walking off in a different direction. Abbie thought, theater people are an odd bunch, aren't they? And then she giggled to herself, got in her car, and went home.