The man whose face she couldn't se and whose voice she couldn't quite make out was doing wonderful things between her thighs. She could feel the orgasm building as she massaged her breasts and played with her nipples. Suddenly there was an annoying sound and she could feel it all slipping away except the heat in her middle. She so wished she could keep it going, maybe then she could find out who that man was!
Reaching over, she shut off the alarm then lay there committing what she could remember of the dream to memory. It was one of her better ones and she didn't want to forget it. That done, she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. The cooling moisture at her crotch told her the dream had been really good!
Reaching down she ran her fingers along the still pulsing and very moist folds and the soft curly hair surrounding them. It instantly brought back the images of her dream and it felt divine! She found herself sucking on her wet fingers and giggled. She knew she wasn't attracted to women, but anyone who saw her do that would probably think she was at least bisexual, if not entirely homosexual. She'd never done that before, but now she had, she realized her taste was rather sweet and not at all unpleasant. "In fact," she thought, "I wouldn't have any trouble kissing any man who gave me what my dream lover had to within a centimeter of his life!" That had her laughing out loud as she walked into her lav.
Once she'd relieved herself she walked down to the gym still naked and activated the swim mode on the spa. She wanted a good workout but wasn't in the mood for weights or martial arts. A good long swim sounded wonderful though. Maybe afterward she'd take a nice hot bath too.
Slipping into the cool water and leaning forward until she floated comfortably, she began with a slow breast stroke to warm herself up and get the blood flowing. As she swam, her mind drifted. When she'd had the spa installed, the sales agent had demonstrated a holo-curtain that could create the illusion she was bathing or swimming in any number of exotic locations, from an ancient bathhouse to a steamy jungle to the middle of space. She hadn't thought much of it at the time and said no, but now she was thinking it could be rather nice! Especially after her discovery of the joys of sex in water! A romantic setting with the right music, and maybe even a little wine?
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. If she kept them up, she wouldn't be swimming anymore. The idea of the holo-curtain was a good one though. She'd have to look into retrofitting the spa when she got the chance. The idea of swimming a jungle river with crocodiles somehow seemed attractive, so long as they weren't real anyway. And that was only one of hundreds or thousands of possibilities. Actually, something similar for her bath would be nice too.
She checked the time and was surprised to find she'd been at this for over an hour! The warm feeling in her muscles and the mental and emotional euphoria told her the workout had been successful. The endorphins were doing their wonderful work. She'd gone through her entire routine, the breast stroke becoming a side stroke from which she rolled into a backstroke, reversed to a crawl and finally progressed to a full butterfly before reversing the order. Now she was back to her easy breast stroke. The idea of course being to avoid cramping and sore muscles later on.
She deactivated the spa and climbed out. Grabbing a towel she dried herself enough to keep from dripping water all the way back up to her room and lav. Once back in her room, she picked out her outfit for the day and laid it out on the bed. As she did this, she also activated the auto kitchen to prepare her breakfast. After her workout this morning she would need something high in protein and fats to replace what she'd used up, then she added a little fresh fruit and a few crepes to finish off and for energy.
Checking the time she saw she had about forty five minutes until they arrived. She wanted to be on the bridge deck when that happened. You never new what you might come across emerging from Transit space. It was best to be prepared, especially in regions that might harbor pirates. She set the kitchen to have her meal ready in half an hour and climbed into the hot bath she'd promised herself. She made quick work of the getting clean part and lay back to relax until it was time to get out.
Bona woke her up with the news that her breakfast was just emerging from the auto-kitchen and if she didn't hurry, she wouldn't have any breakfast. It was looking awfully tempting! Natasha laughed as she got out of the tub and dried herself quickly. Bona wouldn't actually eat her breakfast, but it was a joke between them that human food was like a drug to a canine. And Demeitri, he would eat her breakfast if he wasn't watched, the little opportunist he was. She was glad she had Bona around to keep him in line when she couldn't watch him constantly.
She slipped on her bra and panties then took the rest of her clothes with her to put on while she ate. Her time was getting short after all. She arrived in the kitchen and dining area to find bona and Demeitri finishing their own breakfasts and Demeitri already eyeing hers greedily.
She took her plate and carried it over to the table. Everything was just the way she liked it. The eggs were scrambled and she could smell the cheese melted into them, and there were a half dozen sausage links. She picked up one of the sausages and nibbled on it as she pulled on her pants, wiping off the grease on a napkin so as not to stain her clothes. The crepes and fruit were on another plate, the smell of the melted real butter on the crepes blending wonderfully with the smells of the mandarin orange slices and strawberries. Next she rolled some of the oranges into one of the crepes to nibble on as she pulled on her stockings and light boots. Then she finished her meal.
She entered the Bridge with two minutes to spare as she was pulling her shirt on. This was cutting things close! She didn't bother to button her shirt or tuck it in. Instead she activated the ship's force shield and the point defense weapons. She'd been happy to see her parents had upgraded the weapons when they'd refurbished the ship. Now in place of the class three light laser weapons it had carried most of her life, the two new and heavily reinforced military grade turrets each sported class four light particle beam cannons. In addition the missile batteries had double the capacity of the originals. Her parents had said it only made sense to have improved weaponry in a vehicle owned by a G-Pol officer. After all there were those who would take an opportunity to attack one if it presented itself. This way she could present them with a nasty surprise. The force shield had also been upgraded for her protection. It was no warship, but it was better than would be expected too. She set the weapons turrets on automatic as she began buttoning her shirt. There was fifteen seconds left.
She'd just finished buttoning and tucking in her shirt when the stars began to fade into view. There was a sudden din of the proximity alarm and she dropped into her pilots chair and switched the view to see what was so close. It had to be coming toward her, because otherwise its gravitational field would've offset her arrival. As she expected, it was a vessel and coming straight at her. She fired her thrusters at full power to get out of the way and cleared her weapons to fire if it came within a kilometer or if it pursued.
A quick check of her sensors showed it was not emitting the proper identification codes and it was too well armed to be a civilian ship. That could only mean it was a pirate. Something caught her attention then. Apparently there were two of them. One the large vessel and another, a suit of power armor. Oddly, the power armor was behind the larger vessel. It'd only been revealed to her when she maneuvered to avoid the ship.
