Interstellar Sex Dreams

Interstellar Sex Dreams -- Part 2

Copyright Nikki Hall

Edited by Tex Beethoven

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FOREWORD

This story was inspired by the movie Passengers. I loved it, but my kinky mind couldn't help but think how it could have played out differently!

Given this is part 3 to the story, I strongly suggest you read parts 1 and 2 first.

It's a long read, but hopefully you enjoy it enough that the 'pages' simply keep turning for you!

Licks and kisses,

Nikki

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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are 18 years or older

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Mike stood looking down at Oluchi in her stasis pod. She was tall, but voluptuous with large breasts and generous hips. The white of her stasis suit stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of her dark skin.

Mike activated the recovery mechanism and waited for Oluchi to awaken. He went through his by then familiar explanation of what was happening. She seemed far more intimidated by the prospect of what she faced than any of the other women he'd awoken. She gratefully, almost desperately accepted his offer of a hand to help her from the pod, then all but stumbled into the bathroom to clean up and change. She provided no opportunity for Mike to see any more of her body than he'd seen while she'd lain in her pod.

He was given a bit more of an indication as to how beautiful her body was when she emerged from the bathroom in the light robe he had provided her. Mike guided her through the ship, letting her get just far enough ahead at times to admire the sway of her hips and the play of the light fabric across her generous buttocks.

Oluchi's cabin was nowhere near the high value accommodations that Amy and Fang had, but also wasn't in the poorest of section of the ship's accommodations.

"Okay, so these are your quarters," he said to her when they arrived at her cabin. "If you like, I'll come back and help you find your way to dinner and give you a tour of the ship after you've collected your thoughts."

"I think that would be a good idea. Thank you, Doctor McAllister," Oluchi replied. Her voice had a deep pitch that was a sharp contrast to his recent experience of Fang's over the preceding period. He left her to her own devices and headed back to his own cabin to wait the appropriate amount of time before returning.

He returned to Oluchi's cabin at the agreed-upon time and buzzed to let her know he was there.

"Hello, Doctor McAllister," she greeted him, significantly chirpier than when he'd left her.

He smiled at her, taking the chance to admire the body-hugging dress she was wearing. A rust colour, it clung magnificently to her curves, stopping just above the knee. She'd paired the dress with black, heeled ankle boots that made her appear taller than he was.

"Please, call me Mike," he replied. "Are you feeling a bit more with it now?"

"I am, thank you. I had no idea awakening, or

enlivening

as you put it, would be so disorienting. I'm not sure that I'm happy to know I'll have to go through it again."

"Well, having been through it multiple times I can't promise you that it gets any easier. People react differently and some of them have it lucky. You're probably middle of the range, from what I've seen."

"Well, it sounds like it is what it is then, and no help for it."

Mike led her through to dinner where they sat and chatted, learning more about each other and their backgrounds and their planned futures. It turned out Oluchi was an artist seeking to pursue her art in a new and completely different environment; to explore places that hadn't been explored to the extent that Old Earth had.

He seeded the conversation with stories of stasis dreams and other clues that might lead her to think at a later date that the entire experience may not have happened, just as he had for each of the other women he'd pulled from stasis. Other than that, he simply tried to be his charming best, hoping that three days would give him sufficient time to develop things far enough to win his way into her pants.

He led her on a tour of the ship and Oluchi was captivated by the views of space as they traversed the galaxy.

"Well, I know what I'm going to be doing while I wait for you to repair my pod," she told him. "This vista just demands to be painted. Not that I usually paint landscapes or space-scapes or whatever one might call this. I'll still have to give it a go."

"What do you usually paint?" Mike asked, standing beside her and enjoying the view. The view of space this time.

"People, mostly. I find portraits of ordinary people doing ordinary things captivating."

"I'd love to see some of your work sometime."

"In that case I can show you some pictures tomorrow," Oluchi offered. "I didn't bring any originals with me because I wanted a completely fresh start, but I did preserve them as electronic images so I wouldn't completely lose them."

"That would be great," Mike replied before leading her back through the ship to her cabin. He retired to his own and slept, mulling over how he might win his way into her pants.

The following morning he met Oluchi for breakfast, only a little disappointed she wasn't well enough off to provide him with the upper-class meals Amy and Fang had treated him to. He didn't particularly mind living within the means his status provided, but he'd certainly enjoyed living it up a little. Oluchi showed him pictures of her work while they ate, and he was impressed.

"They're fantastic," he commented sincerely.

"Thank you, Doctor. I can't wait to see what life on a new colony is going to offer me. I think I'll try my hand at painting space today; that should be interesting. Hopefully I have enough black paint on hand!"

"Am I allowed to come by and see it in progress?" Mike asked.

"Certainly," Oluchi replied. "It's only when I paint people that I don't let them see what I've done until I'm finished. Almost everyone seems to like what I've done by the time it's finished, but I learnt early on that the work in progress isn't always flattering."

Mike headed off to

fix

the stasis pod after Oluchi assured him she was good to find her way around the ship sufficiently to get where she wanted to go. Her spectacular smile and dimpled cheeks were burned in his mind as he departed. He couldn't help but be struck by how regally beautiful she was.

Mike waited until well into the morning before he swung past the gallery where Oluchi had set up her easel. He found her engrossed in her work and stood watching her for several minutes as she applied paint to the canvas. Her movements were smooth and graceful, and Mike found it alluring to watch her, especially as there was just a hint of her panty-line showing through her dress. After a while he found himself starting to feel awkward though, and coughed to announce his presence without startling her.

"Oh, hi Mike," Oluchi greeted him, turning to smile over her shoulder, turning on her seat slightly.

"How are you getting on?" he asked, walking close enough so he could take a look at what she was working on.

"Not as well as I'd like," she laughed. "I don't think paint is the right medium to capture this incredible scenery. Photography would be better I think, or even a three-dimensional, immersive capture. I just don't seem to be doing it justice."

"Well it looks pretty good to my untrained eye," Mike assured her.

"Thank you, but if you compared this to one of my portraits of a person, you'd see what I mean."

"Well, you could always paint someone in their stasis pod if you wished," Mike suggested.

"Oh, that would be way creepy! Could you imagine waking up to find that someone had spent hours just sitting and watching you while you were in stasis? That would freak

me

out."

"Oh really? I don't think it would bother me that much. Well sadly for you, the only other option for you to paint a person would be if you painted me."

"Why, that would work perfectly! I could paint you while you fix my pod, and you'd be keeping me company at the same time."

"Um, yeah, I guess that could work,' Mike replied, wondering if he could pull off pretending to fix the pod instead of just taking things out and putting them back in again to create still lifes while he was being painted. "But like, I have to move around the pod a lot to fix it; don't you need me to hold still to paint me?"

"Not really. I'd need to pose you for a little while when you would need to remain fairly motionless, but then I can just take my cues from expressions and muscle positions as you move around however you like, to flesh out the rest of the painting."

"Huh, that sounds way too challenging for me," Mike laughed.

"As would be fixing a stasis pod for me."

"Fair point. Anyway, can I drag you away for some lunch?"

"Definitely," Oluchi replied, and started to pack up her painting equipment while Mike continued chatting with her.

They ate together and then headed to the stasis bay where Mike had begun partially dismantling her pod. Oluchi asked him to pretend to do a number of tasks around the pod until she found one she liked, then had him freeze in position long enough for her to complete a quick sketch on a painter's tablet from which to work. She then set up her easel and Mike went through the process of pretending to analyse and fix the wiring and circuitry of the pod while she painted him. After the first hour, Oluchi let him know she had most of what she needed but would hang around just for the company.

Mike was pleased with how easily conversation was flowing between the two of them. It was late in the day when he asked her whether she found it harder to paint clothes or skin. Mike steered that conversation rather quickly into a discussion about whether Oluchi had painted many nudes.

"Quite a few, actually," she answered.

"Really?"

"Yes, mostly during art school. It's all part of the learning process, and even now I find it useful to do one occasionally just to remain practised in capturing the nuances of the body. Why do you ask, Mike? You feeling a desire to pose naked or something?"

"Not sure that I could do it," he laughed in response. "I think if someone as beautiful as you were painting me I'd be too busy trying to hide to sit comfortably naked."

"Hide?"

"Yeah, you know, those bits of the male anatomy that don't always behave themselves."

Oluchi laughed. "You wouldn't have to worry about that! You'd be far from the first person to get an erection while posing for a painting. But usually if you keep the guy there long enough, it sorts itself out pretty quickly. A bit of boring conversation usually helps placate things too."

"At least if a woman were doing the posing, any excitement would be less obvious."

"Yeah, usually it's more a case of rock-hard nipples or goose bumps that trouble the ladies. Not that I mind that kind of view."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah; frankly, there's something very sexy about a woman with nice hard nipples sitting there while you paint her. I've never done more than look though, so don't go getting any funny ideas."

"Oh, as if I would," Mike brushed the idea off, even though he had to adjust his pants after his misbehaving mind started to wander. "Have you ever wondered how it might feel to be at the other end of the brush?"

"More than wondered, I've posed actually."

"Damn, maybe I should have taken up art instead of Medicine."

"Oh, like you haven't seen enough naked women," Oluchi teased him.

"Very different circumstances," Mike assured her.

"Oh, would you like to paint me then?" Oluchi teased him.

"Ow!" Mike exclaimed as he banged his hand, distracted from the task he was undertaking. "I think that's it for today," he declared, rubbing his hand.

"Did I put you off?"

"Distracted me really, nothing too bad."

"Well, fortunately I have enough to go on for this painting, so I won't need to distract you tomorrow."

"Some distractions are welcome."

"Yes, but I want you to make sure my pod works properly for the next thirty-seven years. I'd hate to think that by hanging around I had doomed myself!"

"Probably a fair point."

"I tell you what, Mike. You get that pod up and running by dinner tomorrow and I'll pose naked for you to paint, regardless of how good or bad your skills may be."

"Dang, that's some incentive! I accept."

They each packed away their tools and headed for their respective cabins to clean up before dinner.

They shared an enjoyable pasta meal together with wine to accompany it, then watched a movie. Mike made no moves on Oluchi though, feeling that if she was already going to voluntarily get naked for him, he'd see what became of that opportunity rather than trying to force things to happen too quickly.

The following day Mike struggled to keep his focus. Oluchi had set her easel up in the same gallery she'd been painting the space-scape from, while occasionally returning to the stasis bay to check on Mike's progress or to observe him for a few minutes and take mental notes before returning to her painting.

Toward the end of the day Mike sauntered up to find her in the gallery so he could announce he had fixed the pod in a surprisingly short time.

"That's fabulous!" Oluchi cried. "If I were suspicious, I'd say you'd just been pretending it needed to be fixed it so you might get a chance to see me naked. But I reckon it'd be pretty extreme to give up days or weeks of your life on this hulk just to do that."

"Well, I have to say," he said as casually as possible, surprised how close to the truth her joke hit, "the fact that it was your pod that malfunctioned is something of a bonus. I met a lot of people boarding this ship and during the pre-launch festivities, and I have to tell you that meeting you has been something of an exquisite bonus.

"Oh, you really are too much," Oluchi grinned at him. "How about tonight we just enjoy ourselves, and then I'll give you all of tomorrow to paint me? Then I can go back into stasis around dinnertime."

"That sounds like a delightful plan," Mike replied.

Oluchi insisted she didn't feel the need to eat anywhere special, so rather than head to one of the restaurants, they just ate in the dining hall, Oluchi opting for a curry while Mike went with a burger. They moved on to one of the more accessible bars and had a few drinks before Mike escorted Oluchi back to her cabin, bidding her a good evening while trying to imagine how good she would look when he saw her naked the following day. It was an enticing prospect.

He awoke the next morning in a joyous mood. He didn't have to pretend to be fixing the pod, and he would soon see Oluchi in all her naked glory. He hoped her being naked would provide an opportunity to progress to something more sexual.

"Good morning, Oluchi!" he greeted her warmly when she answered her door.

"Good morning Mike, how did you sleep?" she asked in reply. Mike quickly surveyed her in her clothing, a tease as to what he would get to see when he painted her. She was wearing a white knee-length skirt with a tight-fitting navy-blue blouse. From the stirrings beneath the blouse, it appeared she wasn't wearing a bra. Mike found his body already responding.

"I slept very well thanks, Oluchi. Would you like some breakfast before we embark on the day's activities?"

"I think I'd like that a lot, thanks," she replied with a grin. "Though I won't eat too much. I'd hate for your painting to make me look pregnant just because I over-indulged at breakfast."

"Oh, I think you'll be safe there," Mike replied. "After all, given my skill level we'll be lucky if I end up with a painting that's even recognisable as a person."

"You planning a Picasso or something?"

"Not planning, but maybe half expecting!"

"Well, I'm sure I can coach you into producing something a bit more realistic than that," Oluchi assured him.

They broke their fast in the dining hall and then returned to Oluchi's cabin to gather her painting equipment.

"So... is there somewhere you'd like to paint me?"

"If I'm to be perfectly honest, I hadn't really thought beyond the fact that you'd be naked," Mike replied with a laugh. "Is there somewhere you think would be fun?"

"Do you have access to the bridge?" Oluchi asked.

"I have limited access. That is, I can get onto the bridge, even both of us, but I can't control anything."

"Is there like a captain's chair that looks out into space?"

"There is," Mike replied, finding a grin creeping across his face as he followed Oluchi's chain of thought. "And I think that would be a perfect location."

"I'm glad you agree," Oluchi grinned in return. Mike led her through the ship's plas-steel corridors until they reached the lift to the bridge.

The lift doors opened onto a darkened bridge that progressively lit up as they stepped towards the Captain's chair. The floor was soft-tiled, reducing noise, and the interior used subdued tones so the lighting wouldn't distract from the consoles and controls used to pilot the ship when it was under manual direction. A vast window with a two-hundred-seventy-degree view dominated the area, almost making personnel feel insignificant. The Captain's chair was poised, giving oversight of all activity on the bridge from a raised dais. Overall, the bridge projected a sense of efficient, purposeful form.

Oluchi made her way directly to the Captain's chair, climbing into the sleek but comfortable leather. There were controls in both arms, but they were dead to her touch.

"Laser the invaders into space dust and warp us out of here!" she commanded imperiously, pointing out into space at some imaginary enemy. Mike laughed.

"You might have a problem with that, Captain. We've no weapons to speak of," he advised her, moving to a control console in front of her so he could look back at her face.

"Well that's a bit shit," Oluchi said, clearly disappointed.

"Yes, well that's the reality of a universe where we haven't ever encountered any external threats other than the occasional untracked comet or debris. Our ships are for transport of people, minerals and goods, and only have enough firepower to protect them from those sorts of naturally occurring mishaps. Even then, most obstacles are simply avoided rather than blown up."

"Well don't go destroying

all

my dreams!" Oluchi protested.

"If you've ever dreamt of draping yourself naked across a Captain's chair, then at least one of them will be realised," Mike suggested.

"How fortunate for me! But before we get to the 'nudity for artistic reasons only', we need to get you set up and teach you some basics."

Oluchi coached Mike into assuming the position she intended to hold while he painted her and looking at him frequently, set up the easel in a carefully chosen spot. She then stood him near the canvas, handed him a charcoal pencil and had him sketch out the chair very faintly, telling him he would be able to use it as a point of reference for scale and size. "When it comes to people, always start with ovoids," she suggested, showing him what she meant. "It's important to at least get the basic scale of the different parts of the body right. I've taught a few art classes in my time, and boys always seem to think that a woman's breasts sit right up high on her chest. It's one of the reasons why life art is important. If you don't know how the bits link up and where they are in relation to each other, they simply don't look right. I assure you, when I'm naked, because of the size of my breasts, they'll hang closer to my stomach and hips than you would probably think without observing their placement with a critical eye. Getting the distances from pussy to belly button to chest, and having the hips in the right place is important for realism. And the fact that I'll be draped across that chair in an unnatural pose instead of standing erect won't make it any easier."