The Scarlett Lady was back among the stars, starting another trade run. She's a sleek ship, paid for speed and stealth. Her cargo is highly profitable, her route dangerous. The crew does work hard and doesn't ask questions... It was a quick turnaround at Corsica, made more difficult because new crew members were needed.
Navigator Katarina Centari was new to the ship. She spent her first hours setting the ship's course and jump path, so now she had time to wander, becoming familiar with her surroundings. She'd been working the trade routes for eight years now, building a reputation as a superb navigator, and, when necessary, a good shot with a thermal torpedo. She'd had to develop a tough veneer on these runs - it was unusual that women signed up for such jobs, especially attractive women. And while Kat didn't actively cultivate her appearance, she had a natural, exotic beauty set off by large hazel eyes, black hair, and olive skin. Beneath her coveralls was a body made fit by countless workouts at the grav gym.
As part of ship protocol she had to report for weapons training at 0600 tomorrow morning. She decided she would grab a bite in the galley before turning in for the night. So far, her day had been quiet, wandering alone through the ship, but as she dialed in her meal choice, she could tell that someone had joined her. Without turning, she peeked over her shoulder through her hair.
He didn't say a word, which was fine with her. It usually went better for her if the men on the ship left her alone. But as the seconds passed she found herself wanting him to talk to her. There was something about him. She found herself drawn to him. She put him at six feet, close to her height -- and taller than most working the trade routes, but he made her feel tiny with his broad chest and strong arms. His hair was a deep mahogany. But what made you look twice were his startling blue eyes.
She finished her food, cleaned up, and headed back to her room, one of the underrated benefits of the Scarlett Lady, being Navigator meant she didn't have to share a bunk. She thought of the tall, strong, beautiful stranger. While they didn't speak, it wouldn't be the last time she thought of him. It occurred to her that it had been a while since she had had a long night of hot sex - a long time since she had been with someone who made her cum again and again. And that was exactly what she wanted tonight. But if she'd learned anything in the trade, it was that it was better to deal with it on her own than seek someone out and demand sex.
Kat was restless. This stranger had disrupted her schedule. Her body was getting more and more turned on. She felt her skin getting hot and flushed, her pussy getting wet, her nipples becoming sensitive as they rubbed against her sheets. She needed to cum. She peeled off her clothes, squeezing her nipples as she took off her top, and rubbing her wet pussy as she took off her damp panties.
She fell into bed, fingering herself, wanting to cum fast and hard. Rubbing her clit, she wished she had a toy to fill her pussy and buzz against her clit. Fingers would have to do. She ran them over her clit faster and harder, she was going to cum. She could feel it building inside her. Faster, faster and faster - on the precipice of release, and then she felt her pussy cum.
"Ohhhhh gods -- it feels so fucking good...."
She lay panting for breath. She should feel satisfied, but she wanted more. She wanted to be filled with a big hard cock, sliding in and out of her, fucking her harder and harder until she came all over. She wanted to be pounded from above and taken from behind. She wanted her pussy to be eaten, her nipples licked and squeezed. She wanted to take a hard cock in her mouth, tasting hot cum. She wanted to ride on top and play with her clit. She wanted it all.
She started playing again, this time sliding her fingers deep inside her wet, hungry pussy. She was fevered. She needed to cum. After a few strokes she came again, still hyper-sensitive. She still wasn't done. She kept playing hoping to find release - satisfaction so she could sleep. After cumming a few more times, Kat saw that this wasn't something she could fix on her own. She tried to sleep but tossed and turned all night. Her body was hot and ready. She was aroused just rubbing her nipples against the sheets. Her pussy throbbed hot and wet, hopeful that it would get what it wanted.
Finally 0600 arrived. Kat showered in an effort to look alert, walking to C-deck to report for weapons training. When she arrived, she was surprised to learn that she was all alone. It was a small crew, so perhaps it made sense. Kat waited for the instructor, Nikolai Vega. She wasn't paying much attention when suddenly, she was no longer alone. The presence felt familiar. It gave Kat goose bumps on the back of her neck. When she turned, it was
him
. Of course it was. The beautiful stranger who haunted her dreams, returned to her in the flesh. She immediately creamed her panties. To her credit, at least on the outside, she managed to keep her cool.
