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He shifted, and…Oh. Gross.

Speaking of ungluing…Fucking hell. He’d never taken care of the condom he’d worn, before they’d both passed out. The damned latex was now stuck uncomfortably to his short hairs. He hissed at the pull.

“What?” Tabitha asked, now on alert.

“Goddammit. Me and this condom are now, I fear, attached for life.” He pointed down, attempting humor, but he was seriously worried he might lose skin in the removal process.

“Not a problem,” Tabitha told him, gracefully unfolding from the cot. “If you trust me, I have some bottled water in my bags, as well as a couple of small towels. Let me see what I can do.”

Spencer watched her in the ambient glow of the moon that was coming in through the porthole. She took two steps toward her duffel, then pulled out and plugged in a handy-dandy night light. Spencer covered his eyes for a second, then when he felt like his eyeballs were safe, he flung his arm off his face and saw Tabitha pick up the rest of her supplies and move back toward him.

“I’m, uh, not sure I like the idea of this operation,” he grimaced. “Don’t get me wrong. I love that I have a naked nurse, but I’m not sure I want her messing with my penis.”

Tabitha grinned. “You didn’t complain, earlier.” She tapped his hip. “Lift.”

“Different situation,” he groused, but complied with her directive as she slipped the larger of the two towels beneath him. Purportedly it would catch any water that might escape from the other cloth she’d already soaked.

She began by patiently and tenderly dabbing at each point where the rubber adhered.

Spencer sucked in his abdomen.

“Ticklish?” she asked delightedly.

“A little,” he snorted while trying to be brave about this whole encounter. It was one thing for Tabitha to see and mouth his junk in all its rampant glory. It was another thing entirely for her to witness the shriveled, scared shrimp he resembled right now.

“You’re certainly not a shrimp,” she rebutted with a snicker.

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?” Spencer moaned.

“Yup. But don’t worry. You’re impressive in either case, and I promise when I talk about this incident to, say, your friends or brothers, I won’t shame you in any way.” Tabitha laughed delightedly.

Spencer was appalled. “You’re not really going to?—?”

“Of course I’m not,” she repudiated with a huff, leaning down to kiss his belly.

Damn.Where was his head. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for that. And?—

Did she just stick her tongue in his bellybutton?

Slick heat moved through his veins.

“There,” she stated, surprising him when she sat up.

“There, what?” Spencer asked, still tingling from where her lips had been.

“You’re free.” She held up the spent condom and lightly swung it back and forth like a slimy pendulum.

“How did you…?”

“Slight of hand,” she gloated, “and a little distraction.”

To prove her point, Tabitha bent and nipped at his abs, which confirmed she had mad skills, because Spencer’s previously confined appendage grew with interest.

“Uh, uh,” she said, giving his questing cock a light pat on its crown. “That impressive body-part has been submersed in effluent for several hours, so it’ll probably be sensitive. We’ll wait until a decent amount of drying/recovery time has passed before we engage him again.”

“But I’m awake now,” Spencer mock-pouted. “What can we possibly do to pass the time?” He had some ideas.

Spencer eyed Tabitha like she was his next meal, and licked his lips. He marveled as he gazed down at her pussy, which he now knew was brilliantly auburn like the hair on her head. Spencer had never been with a redhead before, and the fiery apex fascinated him. Tabitha’s patch was a blaze of glory, the likes of which he’d never seen.

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