on her tits

"Pull out and spray it across my tits."

Doug thrust a little harder when he heard that. He pounded into her pussy a few more times, and then withdrew, pinching his cock at the tip. Abbie propped herself up on her elbows, preparing to receive his spunk. Douglas stroked his cock again, and his body began to convulse. Then, without any additional warning, he let out a loud moan, and his orgasm erupted.

He tensed his hips, bucked back, and convulsed, his cock exploding with semen in an arc onto her chest. It landed on her left breast, and dripped downward toward the center, and then lower to her stomach.

He shot a second time, which landed on her right breast, just above the nipple. He brought his cock back to her pussy, thrust in once again, twice, and then pulled out and squeezed his last few spasmed onto her stomach.

Her chest and abdomen 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 sat up a bit more, feeling the goo on her front 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 as she stood up.

"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?"

"Will you clean me up?"

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 think you should clean me up." She giggled awkwardly.

"Please, I'm so sorry, Abbie." He wiped up her breasts and stomach, 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 breasts 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.