M114 - Ordinary Spaceman Newman - Taking A Stroll
From Create Your Own Story
Ordinary Spaceman Marcus Newman took Able-Bodied Spaceman Latimer up on his offer. Not that there seemed to be much to see on this planet unless one were a ‘rock hound’ like the Geologist they had onboard or Spaceman Jones, the Archaeologist. Newman had wandered around some yesterday, and the only thing of interest seemed to have been the Professor’s wife. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her, but she was a woman and the ship had been in space for three weeks.
As if on cue, he saw her emerging from one of the nearby dug-outs so he approached her. “Good morning, M’am,” he said when he was in speaking distance. She smiled at him. There was an basket she was carrying.
The woman looked up at the sky before saying, “Yes, I suppose it still is morning, but just barely. Hi. I am Nancy Carter.”
“Yes, M’am,” Newman replied, “That’s who I heard you were. I am Marcus. Marcus Newman.”
Mrs. Carter chuckled, “Yes, of course you would have known my name. There are only two ‘locals’ here.” She paused. “And only one of those is a female.”
Newman laughed. It was a nervous laugh. Was the woman flirting with him? “Going to fetch something, Mrs. Carter?” He nodded towards the basket. “I can give you a hand if you like.”
She shook her head, “Just dropping off some of our latest artifacts. Your friends are really moving the dirt down there. And please. Call me Nancy.” Again the pause and a coy look. “I’m not *that* old, am I?”
“No. No, M’am… I mean, Nancy,” Newman answered. Before he had to struggle to find something to say, she asked him, “So what are doing right now?“ She glanced towards the 5-EX. “If you are hiding out-- I know some of the men aren’t to happy about helping my husband, I can show you a good spot.”
Newman said, “No, I’m not hi…” But he stopped. Something about the way she was looking at him. “Well, maybe knowing a secret spot might be handy.”
Nancy carter nodded and smiled. “Come with me then.” The two strolled over to the row of boulders not too far from the ship. As they walked, they made small talk until Nancy stopped walking. “There, you see?” she waved towards the big rocks. The ship was totally hidden from view. She stepped up closer to him and said, “In a place like this, no one can see what’s going on.”
Newman looked in the direction the ship would be and nodded his head. “Yes, M’… Nancy. I guess they can’t.” He felt her fingers tracing across his chest and looked away from the boulders and down at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Nancy also looked like she was about to say something, but instead, she just stared into Newton’s dark brown eyes and trailed her fingers down over his stomach, towards his waist. When her hand reached his belt buckle, she brought up her other hand and started opening his pants.
With his belt and fly undone, Nancy grabbed his waistband and squatted, pulling the pants down with her. She shifted to her knees and reached for his boxers. “You know,” she remarked, “I’ve never actually sucked a black penis before.” Newman found the juxtaposition of the slang word ‘suck’ with the formal word ‘penis’ to be highly arousing. He was already starting to harden by the time his shorts were pulled down.
