0 comments/ 60759 views/ 1 favorites Hot Lips By: mash4077 It was a hot night in Korea. After a tiring day of meat ball surgery, Margaret left the operating room and walked to her tent for some needed rest. As she entered her quarters she fell into her bed falling immediately asleep. She dreamed of that night that she spent with Hawk Eye in that abandoned house. How she was so afraid. And how comforting it felt to be in his arms. "Oh what I wouldn't do, to be in his arms right now." she thought. During the short time she was in his embrace, she felt safe. Suddenly she awoke to a loud sound. She recognised the sound as artillery. There would be no sleep tonight. The following morning she walked into Potter's office. "Colonel," she said to her half asleep commander, "I demand some R&R in Tokyo.." Potter, fully awake responded, "Were swamped now. There is no way I can let my head nurse gallivant around Tokyo when we are about to receive casualties.." "But cornel" she replied, "I must go, Donald wants to see me in Tokyo now!." "He is lonely and there are so many women in Tokyo, Colonel.." "All I want is a 3 day pass.." "Well" responded the cornel, "alright, I remember what it is like to be young. Tell Radar that I gave the OK for him to draw you up a pass.." "Thank you cornel!" said Margaret and she leaned over Potter's desk and gave him a big wet kiss. She walked out of the room, blushing realising she kissed him. After packing and getting a jeep from Egore, she left the camp. About half way to Seol, there was more artillery fire and she jumped out of her jeep and hid on the side of the road. She stared at her jeep as it exploded into a million pieces. She fainted from fright. When she awoken, she herd talking, she opened her eyes and realised that hovering above her was four American troops. She tried to get up but she was restrained by some netting found by one of the soldiers. She said angrily, "What the hell is going on?," as her mouth was gagged by a dirty old sock. She struggled to get free but to no avail. The first of the four soldiers came up to her and rubbed her shoulders. He said, " We have a new toy to play with." as he moved his hands downward until the lay upon Margaret's breasts. Margaret struggled but the bonds only became tighter on her wrists and ankles. "You like that don't you?" Margaret realized that she was caught and decided to make the best of it and relive some tension. She nodded her head. "Good." said the first man and he gestured for the others to come over. They removed her tight black shirt and green pants with a sharp knife, letting the cut up clothing fall to the ground. Her under clothing was ripped away as well leaving her bonded and naked out of sight on the side of the road. A soldier took his cock out of his pants and positioned it at Hot Lip's pussy. He then did thrust forward, filling Margaret to the max. She moaned in pain from the presence. A second man crawled under her and positioned his cock at her back entrance. She shook her head but he shoved it in. The third soldier removed the sock, and as she tried to scream her mouth became occupied with a third cock, which she swallowed. The fourth man came and stat her stomach and positioned his member between her big tits. He MASHed her tits together and made a sandwich out of them. Hot Lips was balling her eyes out but soon gave in to the pleasure. She was full of cock. The four fucked her for hours until they all fell asleep. Margaret woke in her quarters sweating realizing it was only a dream. She noticed that her sheets were covered in come and sweet. Relived she got up and left her tent heading for the swamp... Hot Lips Houlihan's R & R Jack Scully pulled up in front of Margaret Houlihan's tent and laid on the horn. "Shake a leg, Hot Lips!" he yelled, "I don't want to waste another minute of this twenty-four hour pass!" "Listen, Sargent, Scully." Margaret began, her voice filled with eagerness. "It's back to Private." Jack corrected. Margaret shot Jack a disgusted look. "Back to Private?!" "Look; Major, Houlihan; I told you once before that my rank goes up and down so much my C.O. calls me yo-yo, and that it's no big deal." "But Scully . . ." Jack got out of the jeep and walked over to Margaret. In his most commanding tone, he whispered. "The last time we had this discussion, I left here without having fucked that sweet cunny of yours. I have no intention of letting that happen again. Understood; Major?" "You're not the only one who had to take a cold shower." Margaret whispered back, her anger having quickly faded. "Good. Now get your gear so we can move out." Margaret went back in her tent: Jack close on her heels. She wasted little time folding her dress uniform, and conducting an inventory of everything she'd laid out to take. "We're only going to be gone for twenty four hours." Jack said, as Margaret finished packing her second suitcase, "And besides, you're going to be naked most of the time." "Scully!" Margaret laughed, "A girl's got to be prepared! In case we do decide to go out." Margaret closed her foot locker and turned the key. "Ready now?" Jack asked. "Ready." Jack picked up the two bags and carried them out to the jeep. Unceremoniously, he tossed them in the back next to his duffle bag. "Let's go; Major!" he said, "Double time!" Margaret fastened the padlock in place on the door to her tent and gave it a tug. Growing more and more impatient, Jack scooped her in his arms and carried her to the jeep. "Time to move out!" he said, before dropping her on the seat. "Yes sir!" Margaret replied, snapping a sloppy salute. Jack stepped up on running board, then climbed over Margaret and got behind the wheel. ********** The road to Seoul was both well traveled, and well worn, and one that Margaret had been down many times before. "Where are you going?!" she demanded, as Jack made a hard right onto a very narrow, even bumpier passage. "A change of plans." Jack replied. "What do you mean: 'change of plans'?" "Instead of Seoul, we're going to this little, out-of-the-way place I just found out about. You'll love it! Quiet . . . secluded. The kind of place where you can have wild, rowdy sex and there's no one around to complain." "Sounds kind-of romantic." Margaret said, in a sultry tone. ********** Jack turned onto an even narrower road: one that more closely resembled a goat path. About a hundred yards in, he stopped in front of an abandoned hut, that once served as school house. "Here we are." "This is it?!" Margaret said, her disappointment showing. "Yeah." Jack replied, "It may not look like much from the outside, but the roof doesn't leak, and there's a nice brass bed some Colonel left behind after a rendez-vous." "Charming." Jack unloaded the jeep, then covered it with some camouflage netting. "Grab your gear. Let's go inside." "Grab my . . ." Margaret's voice trailed off as Jack picked up his duffle bag and went inside. For all its faults, the hut wasn't all that bad. No four-star hotel, but with the brass bed, a small table and a cookstove, it had its charms. "Take off your clothes." Jack said. "What?" "Take off your clothes; Major, Houlihan." "Why?!" "Because, for the next . . . twenty hours, you're going to be my Moose, and a Moose, in my opinion, should be naked at all times. Now take off your clothes." "Not funny, Jack." "Margaret, you have a choice. Either take your clothes off, now; or I'll do it for you. It doesn't matter. But one way or another, in the next sixty seconds, you WILL be naked." The idea of being Jack's 'Moose' was not as unappealing to Margaret as Hawkeye, B.J., Charles, and the rest of her comrades back at the 4077 might have imagined. To them, she was a tough officer; ready, willing and able to take command at any time. A demanding Head Nurse who expected nothing less than perfection from her staff. Not some passionate nymph that craved sex so badly that she was more than willing to do whatever it would take to have her needs met. "Well? Which will it be?" Margaret opened her belt and unfastened her pants. She tugged loose her T-shirt and pulled it over her head and off. She reached behind and unfastened her bra. A second later it lay on the floor atop her shirt: her nipples growing thick in the cool air. "Keep going." Jack said, not the least bit surprised by Margaret's unconditional surrender. She smiled a lusty smile, then sat on the table and removed her boots and socks. She stood, and slid her pants down and over her perfect rear. Her panties followed, and the two puddled around her feet. She stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. "It's a shame all officers don't look as good as you when they're out of uniform." Jack said, "If they did, this war could be a hell of a lot more fun." "I'll take that as a compliment." Margaret said. Jack reached inside his duffle bag and took out four lengths of rope. "Get on the bed, Major. On your back. Spreadeagle." Margaret laid down and stretched out. Jack took the first length of rope and wrapped one end around her right ankle. A square knot finished it off. A few more wraps of the other end around the corner post of the bed (capped off with another square knot) held her ankle in place. "I've always wanted to be tied to a bed and ravaged." Margaret said. Jack took the other lengths of rope in hand and methodically moved around the bed carefully staking Margaret to the four corners. When he finished, she tested his handiwork. To no avail. "You will be gentle with me? Won't you?" Margaret asked. "Is that what you want? Moose?" "I . . ." Margaret started to speak, then stopped. Jack picked up his helmet and started for the door. "I didn't think so. Now don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." ********** Jack set his helmet (filled with water) on the bed next to Margaret and balanced it against her right breast. "What's that for?" she asked. "Your shave." "My what?!" "Shave, Miss Houlihan. A buddy of mine was in Tokyo last month, and the 'geisha' he had was completely bare; down there. He said it was really . . . hot." "You're going to shave my . . .?! What will I tell my nurses when they see me in the shower?!" "Tell them you didn't want to loose that bet with Hawkeye. The one about whether or not you're a true blonde? Tell them you figured that if you shaved your short-hairs, he'd have no way of proving you aren't." "I can't tell them that!!" "Then tell them that you like the way BJ's mustache feels when he goes down on you." "Scully!" Jack searched his duffle bag and took out his shaving mug and brush. Without saying a word, he added a little water, and began to build the lather. He spoke: "I'm curious, Margaret, have you ever been shaved before?" Valiantly, she tugged at her bounds. "Once. Back in nursing school. When we were learning how to prep someone for surgery." "Who did the shaving?" "A fellow student. We had to practice on each other." Jack set the mug and brush aside. He returned to his duffle bag and took out his straight razor and leather strop. He drew the blade along its length, and back again. "If I'd been thinking, I'd have had you build a fire in the stove so we could heat this up. But a this point it would be more trouble than its worth." Margaret watched as Jack soaked the corner of her shirt; then winced, as the icy water was worked into her mound. "Not too cold?" Jack asked. "No. Not at all." Margaret replied. Jack picked up the mug and brush, then began to work the lather into her thick bush. "Ready? Major, Houlihan?" "Do I have a choice?" "Not really." Margaret braced herself, and lay perfectly still as jack set about his task. She wanted to struggle, but the feel of the sharpened steel against her most sensitive parts reminded her who was in charge, and how bad of an idea it would be to try and fight it. With skill that would rival that of any of the surgeons, Jack guided the razor across Margaret's mound. Methodically, he shaved away her womanly curls. His pace was slow. His hand: sure and steady. "When your nurses see how sexy you look without all this fuzz, they may start shaving theirs as well." Jack said. Though she could not explain why, Margaret found herself becoming more aroused than she had been on that sultry afternoon when she and Donald made love for all to see on the balcony of that hotel in Tokyo. It almost angered her. Especially when her juices began to seep from her pussy; finding their way down the crack of her voluptuous buttocks. Jack rinsed the blade, then moved on to her inner thighs and swelling pussy lips. Margaret's heart was pounding with fear and anticipation. With each pass of the blade, the feelings deep inside her pussy grew. "Oh Scully. Hurry. Please!" "You want me to hurry? I thought it was the Colonel's policy never to rush a delicate procedure like this." "It is. But Scully. Oh god Scully I need to cum!" Jack laughed, and shook his head. "You'd never make it as a moose." he said, "Trying to put your own needs first." Gently, Jack stretched her outer lips and relieved them of their sparse covering of curls. Margaret's body was soaked with sweat and desire. It was as though every nerve in her body had a direct connection to her pussy. She needed to cum, and cum bad. "Please Scully. Please?!" Jack laid the razor aside, and slipped three fingers inside Margaret's sopping pussy: cradling her clit. She came instantly, and came hard. "OH GOD!!! YES!!! YES!!!!!!!!" Her screams echoed throughout the hut. "Oh! "Ugh! "Ughhh! "Yes! "Oh fuck! Yes!" Jack picked up Margaret's shirt and wiped away the remaining lather. As she lay there writhing in orgasm, he undressed and mounted her roughly. "OH FUCK JACK! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO!!!!!!!" Jack drew back his hips and drove into Margaret's slick pussy hard and fast. "OH FUCK!" Again, Jack drew back his hips and drove hard into Margaret's pussy. Again. And again. With each thrust, Margaret's now-sopping pussy stretched to accommodate Jack's long, thick cock. "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!" Margaret's screams faded to primal grunts. "Oh Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Jack lowered himself until his full weight pinned Margaret to the bed. Her rock-hard nipples dug into his chest. He raised his hips slowly; then drove into her hard and fast. Again. And again. He pressed his cheek against hers. "Your cunny is so tight." he whispered, "So wet." Margaret twisted her head in search of a kiss. Jack obliged. She lived up to her nickname. "Oh Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum. "Ugh. "Ugh!" Jack kept up his assault. His coarse pubes ground against her naked ones. The sensation -- for her -- was intense. Wave after wave of orgasm surged through her body. "Yes! OH YES!!!!" she screamed, "Oh god Jack! Don't stop fucking me. Make me cum! Oh fuck. Yes! Make me cum! Make me cum!" "You are one bitch in heat!" Jack said, "One hot little bitch!" The bed creaked loudly as Jack rose back up on his hands and drove into Margaret harder and faster than ever before. "Oh fuck Margaret! I'm cumming!" ********************* Jack laid in bed and watched as Margaret finished washing out their mess kits. "That was a pretty fair breakfast you whipped up." he said. Margaret turned. Her naked breasts swayed slightly. "Thank you." she said, "It's been a while since I've had time to do much cooking." "Maybe after the war you can give up nursing and open your own restaurant." "After the war . . ." Margaret's words trailed off. She sighed, then turned back around. Jack looked at his watch. Less than three hours remained on his pass. He pushed himself to a sitting position. "You know Margaret." he said, "Hawkeye was right. That ass of yours sure is sweet!" Again, Margaret turned. "You and Hawkeye were talking about my ass?!" "Along with other parts of your anatomy." "Such as?" "That warm spot between your legs that's always craving a hard cock." Jack said with a smile. If a glare could kill, Jack would have been dead as dead could be. He moved from the bed and lightly stroked his thickening cock. "Get on the bed." he said, more ordered. Margaret hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. "On your knees, that pretty ass in the air; forearms on the bed." Jack's cock reached its full length and girth. He knelt behind Margaret and took hold of her slender waist. "Ready; Major?" Margaret nodded. Jack placed the head of his cock against her glistening opening, tightened his grip, and thrust home. "Oh fuck Scully!" she screamed. Jack withdrew all but the last inch of his cock, then drove home. Again. And again. With each thrust, Margaret screamed. "Any louder and they'll hear you back at the four oh seven seven." Jack laughed. Margaret bit down hard on her lower lip. Jack picked up his pace. "Mgh . . . "Mgh . . . "Mgh . . ." The muffled sounds escaping Margaret's throat spoke volumes of the passion that was nearing the boiling point deep inside her. Jack slammed his cock into her hard and fast. The sound of his thighs impacting her gluteus maximus resounded in their ears. "Oh fuck!" Margaret cried. Jack pounded her even harder. Faster. His balls slapped her naked mound. "Oh fuck Jack. Don't stop!" Jack pulled his cock from Margaret's dripping pussy, rolled her onto her back and took hold of her ankles. Showing little mercy, he spread her legs wide apart, then entered her again. "Damn, Margaret! That cunny of yours is tight!" He leaned forward into her, stretching her legs to the limit; lifting her gorgeous ass off the bed. "Please Scully . . . fuck me . . . please! Make me cum!" Jack drew back his hips and drove into her. Hard. Again. Again. Her juices began to seep from her and trickled down. His pace quickened. His body was soaked in sweat. As was hers. "Oh Jack! Fuck. Fuck!" Jack kept pounding her hard and fast. With each stroke, her breasts bounced. "Ugh . . . ugh . . . mmm . . . ugh." Margaret moaned. "Ugh!" Without warning, Jack pulled from her, released his grip on her ankles, and let her legs drop to the bed. His cock glistened with her juices. "Suck it, moose of mine!" Margaret sat up, and took him in her mouth. Slowly, he fed her the first of his full twelve inches. She began to gag. Jack pulled out completely. She drew a deep breath, shook her head in frustration, then dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, coating it well. Another deep breath. Margaret tilted her head back, extended just the tip of her tongue, then flattened the back. She then did her best to force her throat open. Yet another deep breath. Jack laid his cock on her tongue and eased it into her mouth. The urge to gag returned. Margaret fought it off. Jack placed his hands on her head and pushed his cock further in. The head touched the back of her throat and started down. Margaret used her tongue to pull him in deeper. And deeper. "Fuck Margaret! You give the best head!" An inch or two of his length remained. She swallowed hard and pulled it in. Her nose nestled in his coarse pubes. The scent overwhelmed her. She continued to 'swallow', massaging his cock with her throat. "Oh Fuck! Margaret! Fuck!" With lust in her eyes, Margaret extended her tongue and licked his balls. That was all it took to send Jack over the edge. With a loud groan, he shot most of his load down her throat before pulling out and spraying her face and hair with the last of his thick cum. ********************* Jack screeched the jeep to a stop in front of Margaret's tent. She leaned over and kissed him long, and deep. "Save some for next time." he said. Margaret ran her fingers through his hair, then stole a final kiss before getting out of the jeep. Jack took his foot off the brake and put it on the gas and sped off. "Looks like you and Scully had a good time." Hawkeye said, as he and BJ approached. "What makes you say that?" Margaret asked with a broad smile. "You didn't get all the cum out of your hair." BJ answered. Hot Little Fuck It was a late afternoon in middle January. It was times like this that Jeff was glad he didn't live up north again. It was a warm 65 degree day. He flipped through the news and saw the blizzard hitting his homestate. He laughed to himself "And that's why I moved far far away." He sat outside on his balcony looking over the courtyard as the newscaster predicted a few more inches of snow for New England. Ring Ring! Jeff was a little startled by the phone ringing. It had been quiet in his room except for the newscast. As was the case normally, he screened the calls. He didn't want to hear from anyone looking for money he so obviously didn't have. Jeff walked down the hallway to the bedroom and listened to the answering machine. "I'm sorry, I couldn't come to the phone. but if you leave your name and message and maybe, just maybe I'll get back to you," Jeff's voice on the machine echoed out. There was a moment of silence so Jeff figured they hung up. He started back to the living room when he heard Candy's voice. "Jeff, if you are there pick up," she said. He had been talking to her online for a few weeks now. She lived on the other side of the state. They had been seriously flirting with each other the entire time they had been talking. It seems each conversation got hotter and hotter. They talked on the phone and online. And almost every conversation wound up about sex. He scrambled to pick up the phone. "Hey, I'm here. What's going on?" he asked. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." she said. Jeff was puzzled. "Doing what? What's going on, Candy?" "Give me directions?" she responded after pausing for a few seconds. "Directions? Directions to where, Candy? I'm so confused right now," Jeff laughed as he replied. "Where do you think, Jeff? I'm coming over to see you. I can't take this anymore! I can't stop thinking of you and the only way I'm going to get it out of my system is to see you." She blurted out without a second of pause. Jeff couldn't believe it. "And what about your husband?" They had talked about getting together but because of the fact she was married, Jeff didn't believe it would really happen. "I don't even want to think about him right now. I know it's wrong, Jeff. And if you tell me you don't want me to come over, I won't. But I can't stop thinking about you. Please Jeff?" What else was there to do but give her directions. Jeff hopped into the shower to freshen up as Candy took the 45 minute drive from her house to his apartment. She knew she would feel bad about it in the morning, but at this point she was so built up with desire for this man that any bad feelings she knew she'd feel didn't matter at this point. But between the time they hung up the phone and she showed up at his door, they both had their doubts. Could she really go through with cheating on her husband? Would the chemistry on the phone and online translate to chemistry face to face. How would it feel to be touched by him? Would the desire be as great as they both imagined. Candy pulled into the parking lot of the small apartment complex he had given her. She drove around to in back to where he said his apartment was. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest, and the dampness in her panties. At that moment, Candy stepped out of the car. She looked around and saw the bench that he mentioned. She followed the sidewalk to the entrance. And that's when she heard his voice. "Hey beautiful," she heard him say from somewhere above her. She looked around and saw him standing on the balcony of the second story . "Well hey there, Mister Hot Stuff.," she smiled at him. She continued into the building and up the flight of stairs. As soon as she got to the landing she heard the door open. Jeff stood in the doorway wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. She swallowed hard when she saw him for the first time up close. They stood there for a few seconds and just stared, not really sure what to do. "You know, you don't have to do anything. We can just talk if you are feeling guilty about..." Jeff started to say before Candy stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth. He responded with his tongue and pulled her against his chest. He pulled her inside and the door slammed behind them. "I didn't drive all this way to talk. I came to fuck. Now you made a promise," she grinned. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He glanced down at his watch. "Thirty five. Thirty six. Still under a minute," he said. Candy started to laugh but it was Jeff, this time, who covered her mouth with a kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue as his hands shot under her top, grabbing at her breasts. She moaned as he squeezed harder. Jeff guided her down the hallway, still kissing and grabbing her body. Once inside his room, he turned on the overhead light and helped her with her shirt. He started kissing her neck and ears as Candy reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Jeff stepped back and watched as she teased the straps down her shoulders with a big smile on her face. She glanced down to see his cock in his pants. Finally the bra fell to the floor and Jeff shot forward, kissing her breasts. Candy ran her fingers through his hair as he nursed on her breasts. "I want you so bad, Jeff." she moaned as she felt his tongue caressing her hard nipples. He didn't say anything, just guided her hand to his cock in his jeans. She gasped as she felt him for the first time. He moaned as she grabbed his hardness. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor as he kissed her again, feeling her breasts crushed against his hairy chest. "I want you too, Candy. Can't you feel how hard you make me?" he responded. She began to unbuckle his belt and took it off him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them quickly down. Candy gasped as she uncovered his cock. She had seen it in pictures before, but it was nothing compared to what she looked at in real life now. She wrapped her fingers around him and started to massage him. Jeff moaned as he watched her smiling. "Well, then. You should see just how wet I've become. I was wet just thinking about you, but now I'm soaked. I gotta get out of these panties," she said. She reached for her pants but Jeff's hands swatted them away. "Allow me," he said. He unhooked her belt and reached for the zipper. He pulled it down and smiled as he pulled her jeans off her waist. Candy stepped out of her disgarded jeans, Without a word, Jeff reached into her panties and slipped a finger inside her, feeling her moisture. Candy moaned loudly. He slid the panties from her body and she kicked them clear across the room. Candy felt the cold breeze of the room. She wasn't sure if it was the breeze or finally being here with him that sent that shiver down her spine. Jeff looked at her and pulled her into his arms again, kissing her like a hungry animal. He guided her over to the bed and pushed her down. She instinctively spread her legs, because she knew what was coming. "Do it, Jeff. Fuck me!" she panted. The words he wanted to hear. And she knew it. Without a second to spare, he covered her body with his and reached between her legs, guiding his cock inside her. She moaned as he finally entered her. There was nothing soft or gentle about his first thrusts inside her. He began to fuck her, just like she requested. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving Jeff full access to every part of her body. Jeff began by kissing her neck. Candy began thrusting back, meeting each thrust of his with one of her own. He gripped her breasts in his hands as he continued to thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slamming together. She dragged her nails down his back, spurring him even faster. "I'm finally inside you, Candy. Fucking you like we've always wanted,." He replied as the sweat began to drip down his face. He began to move faster, feeling his balls slap against her. She loved it. "I'm your slut, Jeff. Come for me. Cum inside me. I know you want to!." Candy knew exactly how to get to him. She looked at the expression in his face as she said that. He bit down on her lips and began to thrust harder inside her. She closed her eyes and let the sensation his body was making inside hers take over. Candy kissed Jeff with more passion then she ever kissed her husband. She fucked back as he plunged in and out of her, moaning in between each of their kisses. She could feel her body start to tense up. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, well atleast not from another person. She let out a stiff moan, followed by a second and a third. Jeff continued to pound into her as she rode out her earth shattered orgasm. Candy's body began to relax, even with his hard cock still inside her. She looked up at him and knew he was about to cum. She pulled her legs apart. Jeff slipped deeper inside her. "Your pussy feels so good, Candy. God, I'm so close to cumming!" he whispered as he slowed his pace. But Candy pushed him to the brink again. "Shut up and fuck me. I want your cum exploding deep in me. You know you want to," Candy replied. Jeff moaned as he smiled. "I always knew you were a hot little fuck," he responded as he began to thrust harder again before. And with that, he came and he came hard, unloading his hot cum inside her. Candy moaned as she felt the release of him inside her. Jeff remained inside her for a minute as he strugged to catch his breath, his cock began to soften. Slowly he rolled onto his back. Candy rolled to her side and smiled as she saw Jeff, his eyes slightly closed. "You're not going to fall asleep on me, now are you?" "Nope, just resting. You took alot out of me, Candy." "Well, how do you think i feel? I still have to drive home after this," she joked. Jeff wrapped his arm around her as she turned her back to him. They laid together for several minutes. Reluctantly Candy started to get dressed. Jeff followed suit and agree to walk her out to the car. "You know this might be a one chance thing..." Candy started to say. "I know. I understand." Jeff hugged her. She felt her chest press against his chest. She kissed him goodbye softly on the cheek. Jeff grabbed her by the arm and kissed her goodbye, deeper. "You know you do that again, I might just have to take you into the back seat for round 2," Candy smiled. "You say that like it's a bad thing," Jeff said as he opened the car door and pushed forward the front seat. Candy just smiled and climbed in back, extending her hand for Jeff to join her.