Earth - Lieutenant Michael Faraday - The Drive To The Airport
From Create Your Own Story
After breakfast, one of the other Mothers picked up Mikey to drop him off at kindergarten with her own daughter. As Lieutenant Faraday stood on the porch waving at the departing hover-craft, he felt a slight pain, knowing his son would probably be almost a year older the next time he saw him and would be going to "real" school; First Grade.
"Maybe we should have taken him with us to the airport," Lieutenant Faraday remarked when his wife came out of the house and locked the front door with her keys. He was talking more to himself than he was to her.
"Remember what we went through last time?" Rebecca replied and stepped off the porch and towards the driveway. "Not only did he cry hysterically when you boarded your flight, but he nightmares for a week afterwards about Daddy being eaten alive by a metal monster."
Rebecca went around to the driver's side. Since she would have to drive back alone, it made no sense to adjust the seats and controls for her husband's height and arm-length, then have to re-adjust them later before she left the airport parking lot.
Besides, driving would help keep her mind off the extended separation they were about to experience. She blinked rapidly, already feeling the tears trying to well up in her eyes. She told herself, none of that. You'll have plenty of time to cry once he is gone.
A short time later, as the two were cruising down the highway, Lieutenant Faraday suddenly jerked his head backwards, almost giving himself whiplash in the process.
"Becky! You missed the turn off, Babe!"
Rebecca said nothing but just smiled mysteriously. Her dark sunglasses hiding the look in her eyes from him.
"Becky?" he repeated when his wife kept on driving with no comment or change in speed. "Rebecca?"
"Yes?" she finally acknowledged him, tilting her head to her right and downwards so that she could peak over the rims of her shades at him.
"Babe, what are you..." he looked behind them then up the road, then back behind them again. All the while the airport was getting further away. "What are you doing?"
There was a rest stop up ahead and she slowed down and pulled off the shoulder of the interstate and into the area. She drove all the way down to the fartherest-most corner of the parking lot, as far away from the small structure that housed two rest rooms, a series of view- phones, and some vending machines.
Killing the engine, she half-turned in her seat to face him. "How about it, Spacer? You think you can get your rocket up again for a blast-off?"
"But...But my flight," Lieutenant Faraday looked all around the deserted parking area. Hover-craft and heavier Ground Effect Vehicles were whizzing by on the highway, but there was no one else around.
"Why do you think I insisted we leave the house so early?" she asked him, unbuckling her seat and shoulder belts, reaching for her husband's uniform belt.
"I...I thought you were just being cautious," he stuttered, watching his wife's slender fingers expertly unfasten his pants. "You know. In case there was an accident on the road or we had car trouble or somethi..."
His voice trailed off as he gazed at his wife slowly and deliberating pulling down his zipper. She was not looking at what she was doing but was staring up at him, over the rim of her sunglass. She had a smug smile on her face and slowly shook her head, muttering "Uh, ughn."
"But...but, Rebecca," he continued jerking his head wildly around, trying to look in all directions at once. "Someone might see us..."
"So?" his wife cooed. She reached inside his shorts to fish out his cock and again smiled smugly. He might be *saying* he did not want her to blow him, but his body was telling her otherwise. She had a little difficulty extracting the near-fully erect penis from his underwear.
"But, Rebecca I...I...ohhhh, Becky!" he moaned with over-whelming ecstasy when his wife's moist lips slid over the tip of his cock.
Michael sat there, still strapped into his seat with his seat and shoulder belts, while his wife bobbed her head up and down over his lap. Milking his cock with her full lips. He would sigh and moan from time to time as she orally pleased him, and at one point when he went to caress her head, she jerked her mouth off of his erection.
"Don't muss my hair," she told him, still stroking his cock with her hand. Then she took him back into her mouth and continued her fantastic head-action.
When his orgasm hit him, he reminded himself of her admonition about her hair-do and instead reached around and under her chest to grab a handful of her breast as she brought him off with her mouth. Despite having had sex just a few hours ago, his climax was gut-wrenching and his ejaculate heavy.
"There now," Rebecca said as pushed herself back up into a full sitting position. She slid her sunglasses up onto the top of her head and dug in her purse for her compact and lipstick to repair the damage. "Now I know you will miss me when you leave."
"You know I always do," he told her, reaching for her to kiss her on her lips. But the belts restrained him and she easily slipped out of his grasp.
"Uh, ughn," she chided him playfully. "You will smear my lipstick."
Lieutenant Faraday looked down into lap at his wet, sticky, and thoroughly drained cock. He squirmed around to withdraw his handkerchief from his hip pocket.
"You weren't so worried about smearing your lipstick a few moments ago," he grinned.
Her eyes followed his and noticed that his now soft cock was, indeed, a dark shade of pink. Caused by her red lipstick.
She pushed her glasses back in place and turned on the ignition.
