"I can see your bulge from here, Jean Luc."
"What?" Picard looked down, then without thinking, moved his hand to inspect the bulge that had formed below. "I had no idea that had happened. I do apologise."
"Oh don't be so formal," Bev smiled sweetly, still applying her patented massage. "There's a reason for that actually."
"Oh?"
"I've just been helping deliver a baby."
"I don't see how that has any bearing on my midship going full mast."
"The mother was an Orion, you know how crazy their pheromones can be at the best of times. Imagine what they do when they're popping out a new born."
"Mon Dieu!" Picard exclaimed. "You mean, you caught the horn from the mother, and passed it on to me? Does this mean we'll have to quarantine the ship? Work on a cure for horniness like that water intoxication virus? Again?"
"No, no need, the effect is quite temporary and can only really be passed on by touch. Besides," she worked her hands further down his back before she pushed him gently towards his desk. He didn't resist. "It also makes you realise some things."
"Such as?" Picard was breathless, he could hear his own pulse starting to race, his artificial heart didn't do much to help regulate adrenaline either but he could feel himself getting harder with each passing second.
"It has been far, far too long since I've had a man in my life, felt his touch, his breath, shared my lips with his," she whispered heavily into his ear, still massaging his back, reaching further down to his rear. "Far too long, and all this time, there's been you, right here, feeling the same about me as I do you."
"Bev, we've been through this," he tried to protest, but his heart wasn't in it.
"We've been through this when I wasn't ready to move on," she leaned down to the side of his face, and whispered a little louder. "I am now."
Picard was feeling something of a crisis of conscious, as her commanding officer, there were certain rules had to enforce and obey, fraternisation was meant to be frowned upon after all. But Will Riker and Deanna Troi had tied the knot and both were serving on the same ship now. Sometimes you just had to say fuck the rules, and god knows, Picard wanted to fuck Bev.
"Bev, stand up," he said forcefully. Beverly almost timidly obeyed, backing away a little as the captain rose to his feet, erection still clearly battling to free itself from his uniform. He locked eyes with her, his face was almost it's usual stone cold demeanour, but had a third party been present, they might have noticed the glint of dangerous mischief in Picard's eyes.
Beverly saw it too, a split second before he'd grabbed her, kissed her lips with all his might and she realised her back was up against the wall while Picard's lips fought with hers to begin the ping pong game with their tongues. Willingly she opened her lips so they could play, feeling how dry his lips first were, but soon feeling her own saliva building and mixing with his.
Picard's hands seemed to be acting on full impulse, determinedly mapping out every line and curve of her body in a way his eyes had tried to over the years, each report they'd made had been like a long range sensor sweep into the Romulan Neutral zone, showing so much promise, but knowing he could never get closer.
Until now.
He wrapped her long red hair around in one hand, felt rather then hear her moans on his lips then felt her hands grab a hold of his butt cheeks while his left hand grabbed one of her breasts. These wonders had weened her son, he wondered briefly if he could free them and suckle on them too? He freed his hand of her hair and brought it into play on her other breast, comparing their size. Both were surprisingly firm, that trip to the planet with it's own natural fountain of youth had clearly had some lasting blessings on her.
He cursed whoever had designed these uniforms, they'd never been easy to get out of, or into. Would she be wearing regulation panties? She probably had a good idea he went commando, at least some suspicions when she'd seen the bulge of the French captains baguette.
He let go of her breasts, grabbed the tough material of her outer tunic and ripped it apart, the semi invisible join in the middle failed to provide any real resistance leaving her medical department blue undershirt exposed, showing of more of her pert bosom, along with two very erect nipples and a mix look of shock and surprise on Bevs beautiful face.
His hands were back on both of her wonderful mammaries, kneading them like dough, twisting them as best he could in different directions before he lunged in for a kiss, and kicked her feet apart. One hand kept on breast duty, the other, plunged down the front of her uniform and found there was indeed no other barriers to protect her pussy from invaders.
As his hand descended he could feel the soft, prickly sensation of very well trimmed pubes. Just to think, he was going to solve the mystery of whether Bevs carpet matched her drapes. Another hard tug, and the front of her uniform was freed from her body and he had to reluctantly let her close her legs before it fell to the floor, where Bev simply kicked it to one side. There she stood, half naked, just her jacket and undershirt left to provide any dignity and they were in no state to live up to that assignment.
Those long legs, bared of all their clothing were as shapely as he'd imagined them to be, toned from years of dancing, martial arts training and the occasionally bout of yoga in one of the many gyms aboard who knew how many ships, starbases and other installations she'd been assigned to. Her hips were as wide as he'd imagined them to be, some variants of their uniforms had left that details clear to anyone with a pulse and a thing for redheads. And just hovering into view was her barely covered pussy lips, her undershirt doing a great job of teasing his view of that most private place.
Jack Crusher had certainly seen it, many times before his untimely death. Wesley presumably had been born through it, unless Bev had decided to have a transporter birth. She'd had other lovers, and frankly Picard was surprised Riker had never made a play for her. Well, today was going to be his day to plunder her final frontier.
He pulled off his own jacket, quickly removed his undershirt then yanked his trousers off and let his cock jump free from it's confinements. Bev looked down at his mast, a happy smile seductively spread all over her face. They way her eyes lit up, dear god, who could resist that look? She pulled herself free of what was left of her uniform and took a step towards him, grabbing his cock and giving it a gentle tug or two as she traced an outline around one of his nipples with a free finger. Her breasts looked like the stuff of renaissance artwork, and had a passing Greek Sculptor on a time travel trip had seen her, she could have been his muse too.
Her nipples were tiny little nubs, surrounded by the smallest areolas Picard had ever witnessed. The breasts themselves were as firm as a woman half her age would have, smooth as silk with barely a line on them. He wanted to devour them both while she worked on his stroking his cock back and forth.
He pushed her up against the wall, kissed her roughly, then broke off the kiss to force her breasts upwards, as if daring Bev to kiss her own nipples, which he did instead, licking one, then sucking the other before forcing his tongue down Bevs willing lips and trying to probe her throat. He pulled one of her legs to the side, grabbed his cock and roughly rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips.
"Mon dieu! You are so wet!" he breathily declared. "Is that the Orion pheromones at work, or me?" He didn't wait for a reply, he just plunged in, the head of his cock vanishing into her opening while her free leg was held away from her. He got an idea and grabbed her supporting leg under it's knee and hoisted it upwards. Bev fell downwards, taking more of his cock inside her before thrusting his hips forward to stop her descent, then he had her wrap both her long, lovely legs around his waist, and humped her thoroughly against the wall.
