Our clan was out past the Crab Head Nebula on a mission to set up some new boarder sensors. It had been a long time since the last war but we would never again assume that humans where the biggest, baddest things in the universe. To survive you need to be invisible until you are sure that they are weaker than you are. They had come in force and taken what they wanted; the oil. We could not even see their ships the first few years of the war. What a joke it had been at first to call it that. But now our ships were out here to fix that, we would not be caught with our pants down again.
Our ship was small, by the standards of interstellar vessels, but because of the size of the cooling skins for the engines it was still over 1000 meters long and mostly empty space. The crew consisted of 30 people. Six to fly it, six more to keep it running and eighteen more to cook, clean and perform the mission. I was trained in three different jobs, as were all the members of the crew. I had four years of training for my main job of robotic neural networks specialist, two years of courses to learn how to navigate and two weeks to learn how to cook and clean. Everyone on the ship was trained this way; we could lose two thirds of the crew and still get home.
One of the best perks of the job was that everyone on the ship had been through six months of quarantine and psychological testing; we had no transmittable diseases and no traits that could interfere with the mission. We were all about twenty to thirty-five years old and single. The rules were that no one could form permanent relationships on board during a mission. This helped to prevent fights, promoted cooperation and bonding. Males were given a pill that makes the tails fall off their sperm. It sounds bad but they have another pill that puts them back on if you want. The pills cost A LOT but they pay and you have to take them to be on the ship.
It being my day off, I was standing in one of the rec-rooms looking out at the local nebula. You would not believe what it looked like, so big and so much color against the black loneliness of space. Standing next to me was one of the best looking women on the ship. You would think that after 8 months out here that you would get to know every one too well but because of careful time off schedules and rotations of jobs you end up not seeing most of the other people most of the time. I had not seen Jeena in about 2 months and I missed the soft way I felt when I stood next to her. She seemed off in her own world when all of a sudden she turned to me and said, "Would you please come back to my room and give me a massage? I heard that you were one of the best on the ship." I was shocked! I had thought about asking her on a date but never thought that she would pick me over all the others. Goes to show that being good at massage is one of the best skills you could ever have. Of course, I said yes and we started down towards the front end of the ship where her room was.
Everyone on the ship was given a large budget for room decorations to help keep him or her sane. Her room looked like an ancient Indian harem's lair. There was a large circular bed that appeared to be sunken into the floor. The bed had lots of very decorative pillows and soft furs. All around the bed were very light and soft scarf-like drapes that hung from the ceiling to the floor in layers. The drapes wafted in the warm humid breezes that seemed to come from different places every few minutes. Her room smelled of oranges and cinnamon and some fragrant flowers, maybe from the beautiful plants that were tastefully placed and hung. Off to the edges of the room I could see doors to other rooms.
As we entered the room the door shut and sealed. They all do that in case of a hull breach and for climate control; people from all over the globe work on these ships. She then said to me, "please take off your shoes and socks before you come into the room."
Jeena was tall and thin with lots of curves and muscles in all the right places. Her skin was a dark golden tan color you might see on a Polynesian. Her hair was short, full, and a deep dark red with lots of blond streaks, looking like some sort of tiger. Her face had the look of a Greek god from one of the ancient vases.
As I watched her, she went behind one of the shear drapes and put on a blue silk floor length robe with a long slit up one side. Watching her walk to the bed in the center of the room, I could see her muscles moving with flashes of thigh, cat-like under the cloth. Her breasts were not very big, about the size of large oranges, but had just the right shape and I could easily see her nipples under the light cloth. As she moved to the edge of the bed, I kept getting flashes of her long legs and thighs.
Once she got to the edge, she knelt down and removed a small purple velvety cloth bag out of a little wooden cabinet. She then got down on all fours opened the front of the robe and crawled out to the center of the bed. All I could see of her was her back and rear end working under the light cloth. Thinking of the open robe and knowing what must be under there, I kept hoping to see more but she never let the cloth reveal her. Once she got to the center of the beautiful soft bed she opened the front of her robe and lay down on her stomach, never showing anything more, just like the women on the beach who take off there bikini tops but never flash a thing. Then she looked at me and said, "Aren't you coming out? Please take off all your clothing but your boxers. I don't want feel like the only one here without clothes on."
