Chapter 3: Dinner and the Date
Captain Janeway watched Torres leave the conference room, despite being in the worst position threatening her career to date, her aroused state couldn't stop her staring at Torres well muscled ass as she seductively left the room. Tom must be one happy man, Janeway thought to herself, sighing, as she turned around, staring at 7 still recovering from her orgasm at Janeway's touch. Even though Janeway concerned what Torres might do, she couldn't help but stare lustfully at the former Borg drone lying spent on her back. Her large tits were resting on her chest, her skin dripping with sweat. Her cunt was moist and wet where Janeway had been sucking her off.
Janeway thought about what Torres had asked her to do. Technically, her private life with 7 was within Starfleet regulation as 7 had not enlisted as a crewmember or held an officers commission. If 7 and herself wished to pursue a relationship then they were allowed, but now Torres, one of her officers and friend had 'Caught' them in the act. Torres could destroy the captain's reputation and loose the trust the crew held in Janeway. In short, Torres could destroy Janeway's position, but what she was asking was a violation of the rules Janeway believed in. Fucking Kim, fucking Harry Kim, an ensign and an officer in her crew, fucking someone under her command.
If it had been that simple then maybe, eventually, she could have convinced herself to fuck him for the greater good. But Kim was different, from the others, he was almost her son. Kim had come on board Voyager a very young, inexperienced man, but had developed over these 7 years into a rounded mature male. But he still had a lot to learn, he had always fallen for the wrong woman, and it seemed that he had fallen for her, the ultimate wrong woman.
Janeway walked forwards and dropped her hand onto 7's crotch, feeling that fine shaven cunt for the last time before reaching for her uniform jacket and black trousers, pulling them on quickly, with her boots, and throwing 7's crotch support cloth to the woman naked on the table, before walking onto the bridge, noticing the crew at their stations. As she walked close to Torres, looking at her to see if Torres would give any sign she had told the others, she felt a hand brush against her ass as she walked away, pinching her lightly. Inside, she wanted to cum on the spot, thinking of the prospect of wild, violent gay sex with the Klingon chief engineer.
She sat down in her seat, noticing the bridge crew was watching her. She looked at her first officer.
"Why is everyone watching me?" she asked quietly, crossing her leg to hide the wet patch between her legs.
"Where's your undershirt?" Chakotay asked.
Janeway reached up to her collar, realising that only her thin uniform jacket hid her breasts from her friends. She instantly wrapped her hands around her neck, trying to retain some pride.
"I'm sorry, I was in a rush this morning. You have the bridge commander, I'll be in my quarters" Janeway said standing. She walked up to the lift, stopping at the side of Kim's station, leaning in.
"Ensign, will you come with me to my quarters" Janeway asked, before walking into the lift. Kim followed her, trying to find a position that would hide an obvious growing erection. Janeway stared straight, her eyes occasionally drifting down to his crotch area, surprised at how large he had grown from a simple request to accompany her to her quarters, although the situation was far from normal.
Janeway walked into her quarters, Kim trailing slightly behind, looking for somewhere to hide his stiff interest in Janeway. The captain collapsed into her favourite comfy chair, her body tired from fucking 7 of 9 and general tension from being found out. She pulled her boots off, placing her bare feet on her stool, leaning back in the chair.
"Captain, why did you request my presence?" Kim asked, standing at attention in more ways than one, wishing he knew what this was all about.
"Harry, come here" Janeway said, leaning forward, rolling her tired head on her aching neck. Harry walked forward, stopping behind the captain's chair. Janeway looked up at him.
"Harry, I've heard you give the best neck massages on deck:4. Would you mind rubbing my shoulders?" Janeway asked. Kim walked stiffly forward, again angling his body to hide an erection from the captain, his stiff cock aching against the tight fabric. He stood behind the chair, touching her shoulder, the closest he had been to the captain. He began to rub her shoulders, feeling the knots and tightness of her muscles. Janeway sighed, moaning, surprising Kim with her emotions. She rolled her head, her eyes shut, a smile on her face as Kim massaged her shoulders, obviously realising Janeway was enjoying this as much as he was.
Janeway hesitated slightly, then slipped her jacket down her arms, crossing her arms across her breasts, not wanting to be too fast in case she frightened him away, although this was a significant move. Kim's hands slipped slightly, rubbing down her chest, stopping at the top of her tits, touching her hands. He pulled his hands back and continued to massage her shoulders now, his fingers pushing into her skin. His hands, his fucking hands were so close to her tits. Breasts he had wanted to suck and touch since he had come on board.
Kim felt his cock pressing into the chair, realising Kath-, the captain, must feel the lump in her chair. He continued to massage her shoulders, moving his hands down her back, moving them occasionally onto her ribs, and sparingly, around to her flat stomach, again, feeling the bottom of her hands cupping her breasts.
And his skills as a masseur worked, Janeway again moaned loudly, now dropping her arms to her side, revealing her small, pert tits to Kim, Harry almost ejaculating in his pants. He lent forward slightly, pushing hardly into her neck, blowing briefly onto her skin, seeing small shiver spots form on Janeway's naked skin.
