Commander Smith And Dinner - [HJ]

While most of the off-duty Officers and Crew were seeking entertainment and diversion at different locations throughout the city, Commander Smith was still 'on-duty'. Somewhat. The Administrator of the city's space port had invited the Commanding Officer of the 5-EX out to his home for dinner, and Smith was in a cab heading out to the address he had been given.

His hosts, Gene and Lois Taylor, were busy setting everything up when they heard a hover-craft entering their driveway. At first they thought it was Smith, but looking out a window, Lois saw that it was Gene's sister Alice. She went to greet her sister-in-law and was presented with a bottle of wine. Lois tried not to stare when she saw that Alice's nails were painted purple. Lois led her into the kitchen where she allowed Alice to help with the final food preparation, but the first chance she had, she broke away to speak with her husband.

"Did you see your sister's nails?" Lois whispered, looking back over her shoulder towards the closed door of the kitchen.

"Hmmm, didn't really notice," the fifty-something Administrator answered as he mixed a pitcher of martinis.

"They are purple!" she gasped, still whispering. Lois's own nails, as befitted a married woman, were gold.

"Really?" Gene looked up, his gaze drifting towards the closed kitchen door, a grin on his face.

"Is that all you have to say?" Lois pressed. "Didn't you tell me that this space-ship's Captain was thirty-five? Alice is fifteen years older than that. What will the man think when he sees her wearing purple nail gloss?"

"I don't know," Gene replied, putting the pitcher into a small refrigerator beneath the bar. "Look, it was your idea to invite her."

"Since her divorce, she doesn't get out much," Lois defended her actions. "But I didn't think she would show up looking like... looking like... I don't know. That she is on the make. How will the poor man feel? I'll tell you how he will feel. He will feel obligated to... I don't know. Take her out on the balcony and..." She was so exasperated, she couldn't get her words out.

"Look," Gene answered, "Alice is a grown woman. She has three grown kids and two grandchildren. If she feels... adventurous… good for her! And believe me, after two months in deep space, Smith will welcome such an… obligation. Now go back in there before she starts wondering where you got off to.”

Despite Lois’s concern, the evening proceeded smoothly. They had drinks before their meal. Their guest was charming and witty. He was solicitous to Alice without appearing overly interested in her. Maybe she had overreacted to the whole nail polish thing. But then, when Lois started to clear away the table and Alice rose to help, Gene said, “Leave those, Alice. I’ll help Lois in the kitchen. Why don’t you take Richard out on the patio and show him the view?” He looked over at Smith. “Let you see why I choose to live so far out.”

If looks could kill, Gene would be a dead man from the stare his wife was giving him.

Heeding their host’s suggestion, Smith and Alice exited through the glass double-doors to step out into the evening air. The Taylor’s home was built on the edge of a steep drop off, and the patio, supported by angled braces underneath, hung out over the steep incline. The lights of the city could be seen in the distance, and Smith had to admit that Taylor was right. It was a fantastic view.

He and Alice stood next to the railing, their hands on the wooden banister, and not for the first time that evening he noticed her purple nails. From the corner of her eye she saw where he was looking, and she nervously she brought her hands around behind her. “I don’t know what I was thinking this evening, Richard,” she told the much younger man. “I haven’t worn purple nails in… Oh, I am ashamed to admit it… in… nearly thirty years. It’s just that,” she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself and to collect her thoughts. “It’s just that when my sister-in-law said that you were a dashing, star-faring spaceman.” She shook her head. “I guess I reverted to being a schoolgirl.”

“Not all spacers are dashing, you know,” he said. And then he instantly corrected himself, “Not trying to say that I am. Besides,” he reached around her to clasp one of her hands, bringing her arm out to the front of her. “You said at dinner that you have been divorced for a number of years. A divorce does not mean your life is over.”

He lifted her hand, bringing it up to his lips, and kissed the back of it. Alice swayed a bit, as if she were about to pass out. Then, she could not believe it when she heard herself blurting out, “So… Do you want to do it?”

Instantly she snatched her hand away and began to wave both hands at her face, fanning herself. “I didn’t mean to say that! I shouldn’t have said that.”

Again he reached for her hand, holding it while using his other hand to stroke the back of hers. “Be a shame to have wasted all this nail polish,” he told her. “Let’s do it.”

She did not know what to do or say, so she just stood there dumbly, watching the much younger man unzipping the fly of his pants. When he pulled out his cock, she quickly turned her head away, only to slowly rotate her neck to view the male organ of this man she had just met.

“I know it’s not much to look at right now,” he told her, once more reaching for her hand and guiding it towards his penis, “But it does get bigger.”

Alice allowed Smith to guide her hand to his exposed member, and she gasped when she first made contact. However, as if having a mind of their own, her fingers started fondling and caressing his penis while her gaze rivetted upon it. “Oh, my,” she sputtered when she saw how large it was growing, swelling and lengthening to fill her hand.

With her fingers wrapped securely around the shaft, she stroked it back and forth, handling a cock other than her husband’s for the first time since she got engaged all those years ago. “It really is quite nice,” she commented, more to herself than to him, as she stared at the erection she was manipulating. The lights from inside the house provided the low illumination at the edge of the balcony. Neither of them were worried that they would be interrupted, for when a male and a female, one who is wearing purple nail polish, wander off alone, the etiquette of Meta Carpals V dictated that they be left alone.

After working that cock for several minutes, Alice suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, no! I don’t have any lube.” She looked back over her shoulder, considering what her sister-in-law might say if she should suddenly appear alone and then disappear again. Bad enough that her brother and his wife knew what they were doing, but to have to face them during the middle of it would be so embarrassing. Plus, having to leave her partner alone right in the middle of things would be awkward.

Fortunately, Smith ‘came to the rescue’. “Just use spit,” he told her. “Spit on it.”

Giggling nervously, she bent from the waist to hock out a globule of saliva. It wasn’t enough, and she had spit two or three more times to get enough mucus to serve her needs. Their needs, for they were both partners in this dance.

“Oh, yeah,” Smith moaned a few minutes later, his hips hunching as his excitement built. She quickly glanced up at him and was encouraged by the expression on his face. She must be doing something right. “Oh, Alice,” he sighed.

Seeing his reactions and hearing him whispering her name encouraged her to pump faster. Harder. Wanting to give this man the relief that he now seemed so desperately to need.

“Yeah, Alice… Alice,” he panted, wrapping his arm around her shoulder for support. His pelvis was thrusting in rhythm with her hand. Her meat-beating, cock-jerking, knob-polishing, dick-pulling, prick-pleasing, chicken-**** hand.

“Ar-rrgh!” he grunted as the first volley of hot cum shot from the tip of his cock. A second immediately followed. And a third. Alice squealed in delight at the sight of all those white, creamy rockets jetting out of the end of that cock she was working. She kept on stroking, not sure when his ejaculation was going to end. Or even if it was going to end. From the way he was spewing, she thought the eruption might last forever.

It did not, of course. Gradually his orgasm subsided, the blasts turned into dribbles, and his once rigid member began to soften.

“Oh, wow,” he panted. “That was..” he tried to catch his breath, “that was very nice, Alice.”

Remembering his manners, he pulled his handkerchief out of his back pocket and passed it to her.