Petty Officer Dawson - [BJ]

"See anything you like, Willie?" a woman's voice behind the Cook caused him to turn around.

"Oh, no, M'am, Doctor Kavanagh," Dawson answered. Then, lowering his voice and leaning towards her, he confessed, "I don't even know what half of them are for." (He pronounced the word at the end of the sentence as 'fer'.)

"First of all, my name is Jill," the tall, slim woman replied, brushing a lock of her brown hair from her forehead. "And don't call me M'am." She stared into his eyes for a few seconds before adding, "That is, not if you are going to bed with me."

"Go to bed with you?" he asked flabbergasted.

"Well," her eyes scanned the room, "Unless there is someone else you prefer."

"Oh, no, M'am . . . I mean, no. But you are . . ." His eyes ran up and down her body. The clinging one shoulder-strap gown showed every curve and contour of her athletic body. She wore high heel sandals, which actually made her a little taller than he was, and her dress had a slit on the left side, the same side as the over-the-shoulder strap. It was split all the way to the top of her thigh, and throughout the evening, he had sometimes been able to catch glimpses of her white bikini panties. "You are just so far out of my league."

"Do you really think that any woman is too good for one of the rescuers of our planet?" she asked, reaching out to stroke the back of his head. Then, clasping the nape of his neck, she jerked his face forward while leaning in herself. The startled young Spacer's mouth opened in surprise, and the Doctor quickly covered it with her own open mouth. As she rubbed the back of his head, her tongue sought out his.

When she broke the kiss, the people still left in the room applauded and called out encouragements. Dawson, of course, was mortified and his face turned beet-red.

"Come on, Willie," Jill took his hand. "Let's go somewhere more . . . quiet."

As soon as they closed the door to the upstairs bedroom, the couple were all over each other. Willie might have been shy in public downstairs, but upstairs in private, he was a one hundred per-cent red-blooded American male. And Jill was a red-blooded Merakian. The pair tried to maintain their kisses while peeling off their clothing. With all the stumbling and fumbling, they were almost comical. When Willie was down to just his socks, Jill shoved him back onto the bed and knelt down between his feet. She yanked off his socks, then dove for his erection. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Willie, as they would say 'back home', grinned like a possum as he watched Jill's head descend and felt her warm, wet mouth engulf his hard-on.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed, sitting up and rubbing his hands on the sides of her bobbing head. The way he said it, it sounded almost like a prayer. While plunging her head up and down, sucking hard on his cock, Jill was also using her fist to pump on his shaft. At the same time, the soft palm and fingers of her other hand kept his balls pressed up against his body. The woman made loud, wet gurgling noises as she knelt there hunched over Willie's cock.

"OH! Doctor Kavanagh!" he cried out, gripping her head tightly and bucking his hips like a hound dog in heat.

She had not intended on making him cum so soon, but when the first volley of sperm splattered against the roof of her mouth, she pumped her fist faster and sucked harder. The 'damage' was already done, so all she could do was to finish him off. Swallowing repeatedly.

When he released his grip on her head and collapsed onto his back, Jill lifted her head and smiled up at him. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she said, "If you call me Doctor Kavanagh the next time I'm doing that . . . I'll-bite-it-off!"

"Yes, M'am . . . I mean Jill . . . I mean," he sat back up and reached for her head with both hands. "Hell's bells, I dunno what I mean."

Leaning forward, he kissed her full on the mouth. As their tongues once more entwined, he could taste himself.