on her back

"Pull out and spray it across my back."

Doug continued fucking her, still shifting back and forth from ass to pussy. He felt his climax building up. He pressed his hands down on her back, bending her body more. He focused on her ass now, pumping harder and harder, willing himself to an orgasm.

With one last forceful thrust, yanked back out of her, and jerked his cock. "Here it is, baby, here it is."

He gripped his dick, and felt the surge of orgasm run through him. He tensed his hips, bucked back, and convulsed, his cock exploding with semen in an arc over her ass. His shot landed on her lower back, and began to drip down toward the crack of her ass.

He shot a second time, which landed on the cheeks of her ass. He slapped the top of her ass with his dick as he pulsed two or three more times, a few last drops making their way out of him.

Her lower back and ass were wet with his jizz. She felt the warmth of it, and felt the cooler air of the room around her. 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 the goo on her back dribbling downward.

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?"

"Can you clean off my back?"

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 can't reach it." She giggled awkwardly.

"Please, I'm so sorry, Abbie." He wiped up her back, put some water on another corner of the towel, and cleaned her off. He took a moment to enjoy touching her skin again, feeling her firm ass in his hands.

"Mmm, thank you."

Douglas tossed 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.