on her face

"On my face, Douglas. Come on my face."

Doug thrust a little harder when he heard that. He pounded into her pussy a few more times, and then withdrew, pinching his cock at the tip. Abbie spun around and knelt down, preparing to receive his spunk. Douglas stroked his cock again, and his body began to convulse. Then, without any additional warning, he let out a loud moan, and his orgasm erupted.

He tensed his hips, bucked back, and convulsed, his cock exploding with semen in an arc onto her face. It landed on the left side of her nose, and dripped downward toward her mouth.

He shot a second time, which landed on her chin. He brought his cock forward to her lips, and she took it in her mouth, sucking as he spasmed two more times. He used his cock to wipe some of the come on her face toward her mouth. She brought a finger to her cheek and scooped a drop up, depositing it between her lips.

Her face was wet with his jizz. She felt the warmth of it, and felt the cooler air of the room around her. Douglas quick to pop, and quicker to go soft again. The moment was over for him, whether she liked it or not. He pulled his underwear back on. "You like that?"

"Yes," said Abbie. "I did. Thank you." She knelt back, feeling the goo on her face begin to dry. Douglas was becoming more awkward again. He dressed quietly. He didn't say anything else to Abbie, nor even offer her a towel or anything. She looked around, looked at him. The room was still foreign to her, and she wasn't sure what would be best.

"Douglas," she said as she stood up.

"Huh?" He looked up.

She smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

He stared at her, as if that was an unexpected question. "I did. I mean, did you think I didn't?"

"I wasn't sure," she said. "But I'm glad to hear you did." She paused, and then said, "Douglas."

"Yes?"

"Do you have a towel?"

He picked up a hand towel from a shelf. "My god, of course. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. It's just -- I need to clean myself up." She giggled awkwardly.

"Please, I'm so sorry, Abbie." She wiped her face, her hair, her neck. She wiped her pussy, which was wet with her own juices. He watched briefly, then looked away. When he looked back, she tossed him the towel.

"Thank you."

Douglas put the towel in a laundry basket. He came back, and handed Abbie her bra and panties from the table. "Here."

She smiled again, recognizing that this moment wasn't likely to go anywhere further. She put on her underwear, pulled on her shorts and shirt. Douglas was dressed by now. He was kind of hovering by the door, as if he wasn't sure how to leave.

"Thanks for waiting for me," said Abbie. "Probably not good to leave me here by myself."

He nodded. She put on her socks and shoes, and then they left the costume shop together. Outside, they waved at each other, each walking off in a different direction. Abbie thought, theater people are an odd bunch, aren't they? And then she giggled to herself, got in her car, and went home.