Go For A Drive

Before Commander Smith could kill the engine, Connie Thorndike ran over and hopped in the hover-craft. When Smith looked quizzically at her she explained, “I’m not really hungry? Are you?”

Trying not to stare at the two perky breasts, the nipples clearly outline, Smith shook his head no.

“Why don’t we just drive around for awhile?” she asked, leaning back in the seat and getting comfortable.

Taking his hand away from the ignition key and pulling out into traffic, he answered, “Sure. Where to?”

“Oh, just anywhere,” she replied. Then pointed. “Over that way. Towards the beach.”

Commander Smith chuckled, “Connie. I really can’t go in swimming today.”

“I know that,” she said, shaking her head and causing her pony-tail to bounce. “It’s just so good to get out of the house.”

They drove along in silence for awhile, Smith making turns as Connie directed. Off to their right the ocean could be seen, the waves breaking on the shore. Finally Connie half-turned in her seat and tugged one long leg up under her. “So tell, me. Did you enjoy my little blow-job last night?”

Smith did a comical double-take, obviously flustered by the question. “Uh, yeah! Very much.”

Connie looked out the window at the passing scenery, muttering, “Good.”

A few moments later she looked back at Smith. “You know what the boys in college call this?”

She reached behind her head and flipped her ponytail as she asked the question. Smith shook his head “no” and she grinned. “A handle.”

Once more Smith felt his face turning red. The young woman leaned towards him, resting both hands on his thigh. “Would you like to try it?”

“Try it?”

“My handle,” she giggled, tossing her head to cause her ponytail to bounce.

“Connie!” Smith gasped. But he found himself pulling off on the side of the road.

“I take that as a yes?” she said, leaning downward to open his pants.

He watched her back, her shoulders moving up and down as she worked at his buckle and fly. When she had opened his pants and pushed the flaps apart he asked her why she was doing this.

“I don’t know,” she smiled up at him. “I’m not usually like this. I’m not. But you’re a cute guy. And it’s something to do.”

Smith gasped when her fingers dug into his underwear and coiled around his semi-erection. She tugged his organ out into the open and lowered her mouth, taking him once more into the sweet warm wetness of it. After bobbing her head up and down for awhile, she lifted her mouth off him. Still stroking his cock with her hand she told him, “Go ahead. Try it.”

Seeing his puzzled look she added. “My ponytail. The ‘handle’.”

She lowered her mouth back onto his cock and Smith grabbed the rope of blonde hair. At first he held it lightly and just followed her motions, but as the blowjob progressed and he became more excited, he found that he was tugging up and down on it.

Connie moaned around the cock in her mouth and relaxed her neck and shoulder muscles, allowing him to move her head as he wished. She had her fist wrapped tightly half-way up the length of his cock so that he could not **** her head down too far on it and gag her.

“Oh, Connie,” he groaned as he worked the co-ed’s head up and down his cock. She kept her lips pressed firmly around his shaft, forming a tight seal. Although she had surrendered the freedom of movement of her head to him, her other hand, the one not gripping his cock, was busy between his legs fondling his balls.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” he gasped between clenched teeth, his hips thrusting up in rhythm to the wildly bobbing head in his lap. Connie was relieved when Smith finally ejaculated, as he was working her head so forcefully and rapidly, she was starting to get a headache.

Smith pressed the young woman’s head firmly down, gripping and holding it with both hands, as he shot out jet after jet of hot, thick come. This time Connie made no pretense of spitting. Although she did not normally consider herself a “swallower”, for Smith she made an exception. As soon as one blast filled her mouth, she gulped it down, making room for the next.

Finally Smith released his ****-grip on her skull and leaned back in his seat. Connie remained bent over his lap, his spent dick still in her mouth. When it had shrank to its normal flaccid state, Connie lifted her head and smiled. “As good as last night?”

“Mmmm, better,” Smith grinned, his eyelids heavy.

Connie once more leaned down, rained tiny little kisses on his dick, then put it back into his shorts and re-fastened his pants. When she sat back up, Smith was still grinning and he reached over to flip her ponytail.

“O.K. Mister Spaceman,” the blonde co-ed told him. “I know you have to get back to work so go ahead and drive me back to Scooters. I can catch a bus there.”

“Want me to drive you home instead?” Smith asked, turning on the ignition. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, it would be my honor.”

“I know,” she smiled at him. “You are all thankful for the BJ and want to be a gentleman. But… Do you really want to take a chance that a neighbor might see and mention to Daddy that some Spacer in uniform dropped his daughter off at her house during the middle of the day?”

“Hmmm,” Smith replied. “I see your point. Scooters it is.”