A Beautiful Night - [HJ]

"It is a beautiful night," Sara announced as she and Wallace strolled out into the parking lot. She wrapped both arms around his left one and leaned into the man as they walked along slowly. Looking up into the clear night sky, she sighed. "Those stars are so lovely." Then turning her gaze on him, added, "And you get to travel among them."

"The stars are prettier from the ground than they are in space," he answered as she released his arm to unlock the rear door of her friend's hover-craft. When she held the door open for him, the Boatswain climbed in first, followed by the woman from the bar. Sara tucked one blue-jean clad leg under her as she sat turned to face him. Her brunette hair reached the nape of her neck and was flipped up on the ends. The pull-over sweater displayed her full bosom to advantage, her large breasts forming two swelling mounds beneath the knitted garment.

The Boatswain made no move to open his trousers, letting his partner do it always added to the pleasure of the encounter. Which she immediately started to do, unbuckling and unzipping him.

"Lift up," she said, which he did, arching his back so that she could pull his pants down past his knees. He lowered himself back to the seat, only to feel her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers. Again he arched his back, and once his underwear was heaped on top of his pants, she sat back to take a good look at the erection in front of her. Initially, his hard-on had subsided on the trip to the car, but her partially undressing him had caused it to return in full glory.

"Nice," she commented, studying the cock in the light filtering into the interior of the vehicle from the far off outdoor lamp mounted high on a pole. As she curled her fingers around the shaft, she looked up into his face and asked, "How long where you in space before landing here?"

"About two months," he told her and released a deep sigh when she slowly began to stroke him.

"Oh, my!" Sara exclaimed. "Two months without anyone to take care of you." Reaching down with her free hand to cup his balls, she commented, "Well, we are going to fix that right now."

The Boatswain stretched out his legs and leaned further back into the cushions of the hover-craft seat as Sara calmly, meticulously, worked his cock. With his eyes closed, he moaned a couple of times during her pleasuring of his meat-stick. But then she suddenly stopped. Releasing both his cock and balls. Opening his eyes to see what was wrong, a small smile formed on his lips as he realized he had panicked for no reason.

For Sara was digging through her purse to find the tube of lotion that she was carrying. "I hope you like strawberries," she told him as she twisted off the cap and squeezed a large, generous glob of the white cream directly onto the head of his cock. The thick lubricant began to ooze down the length of his shaft, and Sara once again wrapped her soft hand around his hard snake, sliding her fist up and down to smear the hand lotion all around. The whole back seat filled with the aroma of fresh strawberries and the loud, squishy sounds of her playing with his oily shaft. Kneading and massaging it. Grabbing and groping. Moving her hand to and fro.

Sara was roughly Wallace's age, maybe a couple of years younger than his own thirty-eight, and the woman knew her way around a hard cock. She squeezed it and tugged it. Sometimes using a twisting motion, other times a simple up-and-down pumping action. Her hand that was nestled between his thighs, held his balls, fondling and caressing them. She rolled his testicles around in the palm of her hand, drumming them gently with the tips of her fingers. She had not been lying earlier inside the bar at the pool table when she said that she loved feeling balls.

When Wallace began grinding his bare butt into the car-seat and moaning loudly, Sara looked up from the creamy, lotion coated cock she was stroking to gaze into his face. The man's head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and he was breathing rapidly - practically panting - through his open mouth.

"You ready to cum?" she asked him, speeding up her motions. "Ready to shoot out your load? Ready to give me your love juice?"

Her full breasts, encased snuggly within her clinging pullover sweater, bounced pleasingly as she furiously jerked him off.

Wallace was unable to answer except with a loud gasp as his cock exploded. "Oh, yes!" Sara squealed, pumping even faster and squeezing his balls tightly. "Yes! . . . Yes! . . . Yes! . . ." she gushed with each spurt of the man's thick, gooey sperm. Shooting high in the air only to fall back onto his stomach, the upholstery, and her meat-beating hand. Covering her pumping fist with warm, white, slimy spunk.

When the spewing ceased and the slick staff began to soften, Sara released his cock and balls to turn in her seat. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a couple of the paper napkins and wiped the combination of lotion and cum from her hands. Then, getting some fresh napkins, she dabbed and wiped his abdomen and upper thighs, trying to clean up the mess she . . . he . . . they had made.

As Sara cleaned him up, Wallace looked out the window of the hover-craft's rear door. Up at the sky. "You were right," he turned his head to grin at her, "It is a beautiful night."