Jolene sat on the lounge, studying the PADDs in front of her. She sighed and tossed them onto the table, looking across at her Captain. She was in his quarters, hoping to do something other than what they were doing at the moment, even if they just talked and had dinner. She stood and moved over to sit infront of him, her hands resting on his thighs. "Come on Shadow, let's do something..."
Looking up at Jolene, Steve saw her wearing one of her revealing, form revealing dresses that he knew she had many of, watching her as she sat before him with a smile planted on his lips, he could see her ample chest, and long legs in large seductive quantities, he couldn't help but steal an occasional stare or two. "Like what." He answered.
She smiled and knelt up to kiss his lips. The dress barely long enough for her body. "Oh, I don't know... anything..." Her hands moved to his shirt and began to unbutton it.
She undid his shirt exposing a firm, toned body, he could see the hem of her dress rise up over the swell of her firm, shapely buttocks which, coupled with the sight of her cleavage, her breasts pressed against his waist, Steve could not help feel aroused and a flow of more erotic thoughts entered his mind.
Jolene's lips found his chest; she kissed it lightly, her hands still working at pulling the shirt from his frame. Standing to straddle his lap, pushing her dress higher, she could feel his body reacting to hers, she gently ground herself against him. Her nipples becoming hard pressed into his flesh through her dress.
Her dress rode up her thighs, teasingly high though even more teasingly as to not be high enough to reveal anything other than thigh, his hands stroked her thighs as she straddled him, he felt himself pressing against her through his trousers and her dress. With her leaning forward, pressing her chest against him, Steve started to kiss her neck while his hands explored her curves, gently squeezing or stroking various areas of her body as it lay close against his. His nostrils filled with her scent, it turned him on even more, he could feel her chest rising and falling as she breathed in and out, at times, feeling her racing heart within her, like his.
Jolene could feel his erection hardening against her, her breath quickened with the thought of having him inside her. Their kisses deepened as her hands roamed his body, she already knew it, but it still excited her. Her hands inched slowly down his chest, using her nails to lightly scratch at his bare skin. She pressed a bit harder into his skin as she reached his abdomen, her eyes locked on his as they parted.
His tongue played with hers, their lips joined so hard it seemed nothing would be able to part them, though this was all apart of Jolene's plan. The trails of scratches left a tingling feeling to his skin, not so much as to sting, but to heighten what she was doing, having to sit up to trace her nails downwards, Steve had his own ideas. Sliding his hands up the sides of her body, round to the front then to her chest, he took each of her large, firm rounded breasts in his hands and gave each a gentle playful squeeze, moments later; he let a finger line its way from the top of her cleavage down into the dark depths of her dress. He could feel himself pressing painfully under her; she was sat in the right place, and the idea of this, that if they were naked he could drive into her hot sex with no hesitation, danced on his mind repeatedly. Only to make his desire for her even worse.
Jolene smiled through a kiss, her hands slowly undoing his pants, but pressing heavily against his hard member. She took her time deliberately, wanting to tease and taunt him, by not having skin to skin contact with him for as long as possible. Pulling his trousers open she left his erection standing inside his boxers as she knelt up, making sure to press her hardened nipples against his chest as she moved up to his face. Her chest now at his eye level, she slipped backwards and stood infront of him, her hands poised on the zipper of her dress behind her.
With a catching glimpse of her chest before his eyes he removed his clothing and kicked them to one side, along with his shoes, his erection standing defiantly proud within his shorts begging for release from Jolene's teasing administrations. "I think someone is enjoying themselves just a little too much." Steve played as he could feel himself full of lust and desire for Jolene begin to boil over into something more primal.
She provokingly unzipped her dress, letting it ever so slowly slip from her supple frame. "Then perhaps that someone should be punished..." She said with a cheeky smile. She stood before him wearing nothing but a garter belt, attached to sheer stockings and red stiletto heels.
Watching the dress fall from her, revealing to him the large rounds of her breasts, her nipples hardened with excitement, her thin frame, her waist crowned by the belt supporting her stockings, but no underwear on, Steve felt himself get even harder, slightly painfully so at this picture standing before him, inside he wanted her so badly. Sliding off the sofa, and kneeling before her, he kissed her waist, starting at the garter and working down until he drew near her moist, willing centre, the smell was strong and powerful, he traced his tongue along the smooth, shaven area around her lips feeling the heat from her being this close to her. His tongue licked and probed. His hands rose up the insides of her thighs, slightly parting her legs; he fed his arms between them and firmly took hold of her buttocks in his hands, then traced his tongue along the slit of her sex before searching out her clit and with the tip of his tongue, touching just once.
Jolene moaned lightly, her hands moving to the back of his head, her fingers twirling around his hair, grabbing locks of his hair in her fists. She held his head in place, the pleasure screaming through her body. Her legs feeling like she was going to collapse, she moved her hands to his shoulders, half supporting herself as she again dug her nails into his skin. The thought that she might actually leave marks this time, was gone before it registered. The pleasure overtaking any thoughts that invaded her mind.
