Sundae Sunday

Cap opened the door of the ship and walked out into the desert. He wore his usual trousers with suspenders, but today he had added a hat. Almost as if to match the hat, he carried a gun on each hip. He was ready to rumble.

"Dude, really? Two guns?"

"Never hurts to be ready."

"Yeah. Why'd you bring me here anyway?"

"I thought you'd like to see the future."

"Well, it's dismal and bleak and you know it. Let's go back to the manor house."

He looked hurt.

"Okay, okay, so this is your home. The ship, this future time, I get it. But we're not going to live HERE. I mean, we have our separate lives, you know this."

"I thought you'd like to see where I live."

"Babylove, I have and I know and it's painful."

He grinned. "I'm going to show you something fun." He took my hand and we walked a brief way.

"Where are we going? What are we doing?"

"It's a surprise, you know you like a good surprise."

"Well, what IS it?"

"Are you trying to ruin the surprise?"

"No."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

He kissed me and then picked me up and carried me over his shoulder. "I'm feeing mighty good today," he said.

"Put me down, please. Captain, please."

He kept walking.

"I'm going to throw up."

"Whupsy daisy!" he put me down. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. God almighty, Mal. Just because you're three times my size d'nt give you the right to just pick me up like that. Gorram it."

The trail opened up into a lush green garden with waterfalls and oddly, nestled in between the nature, there was a mall. Each store fitted into the landscape so cleverly that you could almost not see the stores.

"Is this- is this the surprise?"

"Kind of. We're going in here." There was an elevator made of glass that went right up along side the waterfall. Inside was a round red bed with satin sheets. "We can see out, but no one can see in," Mal pulled me close and kissed me. Gently he lay me down on the bed, lifted the top of my skirt up and pushed my panties to the side. "We don't have much time," he said, as he tasted me. "Oh you are so..mm," he tore open his trousers and quickly thrust inside me. "Here, you get on top," he said, maneuvering himself under me. I moved up and down and around. "Oh, baby, yes, yes," he said, moving under me and then, abruptly, "We have to stop." He fixed his trousers, and pulled me up, smoothing my skirt. "There's more, later."

"Well, damn, boy, I would hope SO."

The elevator door opened and the bed folded in on itself. Mal took my hand and we stepped out into a hallway that was white and shiny. There were doors upon doors, all white with handles that lit up when you went to open the door.

"We're going in here." Mal held the door for me and we went in.

It was an old fashioned ice cream parlor, complete with booths, a soda fountain and a counter with shiny red and silver stools that spun. We sat in a booth.

The waiter approached, "What can I do you for?"

"We'd like a large neopolitan sundae with hot fudge, marshmallow, whipped cream and nuts." Mal said. "Oh, and two spoons."

"Of course," said the waiter.

"Shiny. How did you know?"

"I know what my Hilda likes."

I laughed. "That you do, mon amour, that you do!"

When the sundae arrived, Mal thanked the waiter, paid him and told him not to come back, and then pushed a button and the walls grew around the booth. The table shrunk into a floor a bit and Mal took off all my clothes.

He lay me on the cold silver table, and took a spoonful of the sundae and dropped it between my breasts.

"How does that feel?"

"It's cold."

He promptly licked it off.

"It's warm."

He grinned and dolloped tiny spoonfuls from my solar plexus down to my naval. "You like this?" He sucked up the dollops and then began on my nipples. "You have the most gorgeous, um, I just," he licked and nibbled gently, stopping only to spoon ice cream on them.

"I think I'd like a little ice cream myself," I said, pushing him down on his back. I tortured his nipples with the cold and then sucked them clean, but the piece de resistance was what I did to the rest of him. I took tiny spoonfuls and balanced them on his cock and then I just licked it off. And then, I suckled him until he could no longer bear it.

He turned me on my stomach, ran his hand down my thigh and back to my glutes, "So small," he murmured, spooning ice cream onto my low back, he licked it off, rubbed my bottom and then turned me over and began on my thighs, and then up to and around my clit. "I have to, I have to," he slid into me and began to fuck. "Oh, Hilda. Hilda. Hildaaaaa." He pulled out and sat on the booth portion. He turned my body and raised the table a little bit. "Now for what I really like to eat," he said. And he did. Did he EVER!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson