Thursday, 1300 Hours

After lunch, Commander Smith met with three Officers from the Department of Records and Navigations to go over some points in the ship's log. Then he had to meet with representatives of the Diplomatic Corps. Like all emissaries, they loved the sounds of their own voices, and the meeting probably could have last until late in the night if he had not been rescued by a person from the Port Captain's Office.

"Sorry to steal him away from you gentleman," the Commander assigned to the ship yard explained to the chargé d'affaires, "But Commander Smith has a 1500 Hours meeting to discuss needed repairs."

After that, it was a 1600 Hours meeting with the Office of Solar Guard Intelligence to review the circumstances of Lieutenant Faraday's ****.

All-in-all, Commander Smith was pretty well drained by the end of the day, so he was happy to be handed a note from the Yeoman on duty at the B.O.Q. It was a short message from Connie Thorndike Hamilton; a phone number and the words 'Call me'.

The phone was answered on the second ring. He started to apologize for not returning her call sooner, but she cut him off. "I'm surprised you were able to do it this early. Sometimes Daddy's meetings can go on and on and on."

Commander Smith laughed and told her the afternoon meetings were with people other than her father.

"That explains it," she said. "Listen . . . My loving husband got called out of town on business . . . yeah, right . . . so I took a cab to the Orbital Motel and got a room. Care to join me?"

The motel was close to the base (hence the name) and in less than twenty minutes he was knocking on the door of the room number she had given him. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe, her hair tied back with a black scrunchie. Without saying a word, she flung her arms around his neck and covered his mouth with kisses while pulling him into the room.

"Get out of this damn uniform," she growled with lust as she tore at his clothing. Once Smith was naked, Connie threw off her robe and fell back on the bed, arms flung out to the side, legs widespread. For the first time he got a good look at her pregnant body. Her dissented belly. Her full, heavy boobs. Gone were the pert breasts of when they used to see each other before. Now she was carrying swollen udders with enlarged and darken nipples.

As he stepped hesitantly towards the bed, he asked, "What about the baby?"

"The baby will be fine," she answered.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a knitted brow.

"Oh, you men," she laughed, getting up from the bed. "Here. Lie down on your back and I'll ride you. That way you won't have to be worried about crushing the baby."

He did as she said and she climbed up on the bed, straddling him. Grasping his cock with one hand, she lowered herself onto his man-spear.

"Oh, my!" he gasped as her tight, wet pussy engulfed him. He blinked several times in amazement at the feeling of her velvet glove. "Do . . . Do you know this is the first time we have actually had sex?"

"I know," she answered, leaning forward and placing her hands on his broad chest as she started to lift and lower herself on his fuck-stick. "I was saving myself for marriage." She laughed a bitter laugh. "What a waste that was."

Connie's movements grew faster, her pelvis going up and down, her clinging vagina gripping him tightly. She pushed herself up straight and literally bounced up and down as if on a trampoline. Watching her big fun-bags flopping around as she rode him, he reached up to grab those tits, squeezing into them.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out when be began manhandling her sweater puppies. She dropped down to kiss him, probing deeply with her tongue while her ass bucked frantically.

"Oh, Richard, Richard, Richard," she cried, throwing her head back. "Arrrrgh! Shiiiit!"

He felt her inner muscles spasming as she climaxed, then she collapsed heavily on top of him. Her moist, hot breath panted in his ear as her buttocks twitched a few final times. Then she was still.

After a few moments, she turned her face towards his. "You didn't come, did you?"

He shook his head and she lifted herself again to work his cock with her pussy. But as she started grinding her hips against him, she studied his face and laughed. "You're not going to be able to come, are you? You're going to be too worried about hurting the baby."

What could he say? She was right. So all he could do was shrug.

Laughing again, she 'dismounted' and padded barefooted into the bathroom. He watched her ass swaying from side-to-side as she walked. There was the sound of running water in the sink, then she returned with a washcloth.

"Sit in that chair," she pointed to the one near the bed and when he did, she knelt between his legs, wiping off her pussy juices from his dick. "Mister big, bad Spaceman," she scolded. "Unable to blast off because of a little bitty fetus." Glancing down at her stomach, she chuckled. "Well, maybe not so little."

Before Smith could come back with a witty reply, Connie had taken his cock into her mouth and was twisting her head around as she sucked on just the tip. She had blown him countless times years before during that now long lost summer, so she remembered all the things he liked.

Such as the way to squeeze and stroke his shaft. How to cup and fondle his balls. How to suck - and suck hard - on the end of his dick. In no time at all he was gripping her head between his hands as his cock twitched and jerked. Getting ready to explode into Connie's ever available mouth.

"YESSSssss!" he cried out as the first blast of cum shot from the head of his dick, plastering Connie's tonsils with gooey nut-cream. Her body jerked from the impact and she bobbed her head up and down, milking his shaft with her tightly pressed lips. More and more of his sperm spewed forth, filling her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, eagerly drinking down his liquid essence.

When he finally stopped ejaculating and his hands fell weakly to his side, she leaned back on her haunches and grinned up at him. Wiggling her eyebrows, she asked, "How was that, Mister Spaceman? Did that put you in orbit?"