Starlight XXXplorers
Enjoying Inner Spaces in Outer Space
Chapter 2
Where the beautiful and perky Wendy commences erotic docking maneuvers with the stunning Priscilla Ward.
Alex strode down the corridor humming lightly to himself. He clocked in to his shift station and began monitoring the various readouts he was responsible for. Well into the second hour of his shift he had completed all of the required work. Now he just had to occasionally download status reports into his log. This was the most boring time of the night shift, and regs forbade crew from bringing any reading materials or watching tri-vids that might distract them from their duties. So, as with many crew during these quiet late hours, Alex's mind started to wander of its own accord.
An image of Priscilla Ward filled his mind's eye. Dark, alluring Priscilla. He silently rehearsed conversations in his mind, working his charm on her. The thought of her laughing at his wry wit, and smiling with those very kissable lips of hers....Alex's confidence grew with each passing vision. But then, out of nowhere, an image of Wendy, sassy and seductive, popped into his head. Wendy, who was probably already working her female charms on the unsuspecting Priscilla. Alex lightly pounded a fist on his workstation. Dan had already alluded to Wendy's desire to get her kitten claws into the new woman. Alex didn't even know yet if Priscilla was straight, bi, or gay, but chances are Wendy would make up her mind for her, as she'd done a few other of the women crew when they first came aboard. Alex cursed his luck to be working the night shift knowing that Wendy was off till tomorrow morning. His hoped for seduction of Priscilla was likely already usurped by the cute and irresistible Wendy 'Hotpants'. Alex could already picture the scene playing out in his mind's eye, and would have been surprised how true life it was.
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Wendy, Janice, and Priscilla finished their evening meal, and headed back towards the crew quarters. Wendy invited the other two to her quarters to spend more of their off shift talking and sharing a few drinks. Janice begged off, claiming to be tired but really knowing Wendy's unspoken motivation. Janice had been with Wendy a few times, but preferred the more secretive company of some of her other female friends. Priscilla gladly took Wendy up on her invitation, happy for the opportunity to talk with one of the few friends she'd made in her short time aboard.
Inside the small, but comfortable outer room of Wendy's quarters, the two women relaxed. Each had a glass of wine, and sat on opposite ends of the small couch, with their legs tucked up and fluffy pillows in their laps. They exchanged idle chitchat; where they were each from, talk of Earth, and life in general aboard starships. Soon, Wendy's growing urges could be denied no more and she steered the conversation in a more personal, intimate direction.
"So Priscilla, is there a Mr. Ward back home?"
Priscilla shook her head, "Please, call me Pris. And, no, afraid not. I'm a career woman, and a spacer to boot. Not many men can live that kind of married life, having a wife gone for nearly a year at a time."
Wendy listened to Pris' explanation of her unattached status and licked her own lips in a predatory grin. She shifted her legs off the couch and scooted herself a bit sideways, closer to the other woman. "You know," Wendy began, "I totally understand where you are coming from. But a woman has needs." She left the rest unspoken, waiting for Pris' reply.
The other woman finished a sip of her drink and smiled coyly over its rim. "Sex, yes. A woman can release those pent up energies herself though. Cosmos knows I've done that often enough. Most of the men I'm exposed to are either my superior officers, or subordinates, neither of which a career woman wants a reputation for bedding.....or they are gay," she concluded with a laugh.
Wendy brushed one of her golden curls out of her eyes. "Starships are a close environment...even closer the way regular men love to brag." She chose her next words carefully, laying out her sweet trap. "But you do realize that a woman doesn't need to rely on only herself, or a man."
Priscilla raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You mean another woman?"
"Well a woman does know what she likes and how she likes it. She likely knows what another woman would enjoy as well then."
Pris pursed her lips. "I'm well aware that most ships have a large lesbian or bi crowd. I'll bet the Starlight is no different." Pris caught Wendy's gaze. "To be honest I've only experienced sex with another woman a few times. It was nice." Then she turned the tables with her next comment. "Are you offering Wendy?"
Wendy was caught only a bit off guard, having expected to have to ply Priscilla with her seductions a bit longer. She covered with a sly wink, pleased nonetheless. "I am."
Priscilla smiled widely. "Wendy, you're a dream. I realized as we've been talking that I haven't been intimate with anyone in over six months. I'm about ready to burst. If you are offering a night of pleasure, I'd be a fool to decline." Then she shifted her own legs and scooted closer to the perky blonde. "Truth be told, I think your pheromones have been working on me since we met for dinner...there has been a pleasant tingling between my legs all night."
Wendy took Pris' glass in her free hand and set both on the table behind the couch. Then she leaned in close to Priscilla and fairly purred. "Then let's turn that tingle into something more."
Before Pris could reply, Wendy's lips were pressed against hers. Soft pouty lips meshed and touched. Priscilla eagerly returned Wendy's advance. Each woman's nostrils filled with the other's perfume. Wet tongues tentatively peeked out between parted lips and touched the other's lips and teeth in turn.
Priscilla was momentarily startled when Wendy's tongue probed deeper into her mouth, sliding seductively across her own. Pris' breath caught for a moment, then she sent her own tongue lounging forward to entwine with Wendy's.
Warm breath flowed between the women, lips became slick with the moisture of their kissing. Wendy reached her hand up and slid it through the hair at the nape of Pris' neck. She pressed herself harder into Pris' lips, the sexual embrace warming each woman's face and body.
Priscilla slid her arms around Wendy and brought her hands up to press flat on the younger woman's shoulders. She held Wendy close and continued to make out, lips lightly smacking and sliding over each other.
Both women were lost in the fever and pulse of their kissing. Gasps and muted moans escaped from briefly parted lips. Heavy breaths flowed in and out of trapped mouths. They pulled each other closer, and their chests contacted. Uniform covered breasts rubbed and pressed against each other.
Wendy pulled away with her body, still managing to maintain her kissing contact with Pris. She quickly undid the buttons of her uniform jacket and shrugged out of it. Reaching forward she unfastened Pris' jacket as well, and Pris shrugged her shoulders, assisting Wendy's eager hands in pulling off the confining jacket. She then felt Wendy's nimble fingers undoing the small buttons of the light blouse she wore. Pris reached forward and did the same with Wendy's buttons.
Lips still locked together, both women pulled their blouses off and tossed them haphazardly aside. Wendy pressed her body forward and her ample breasts, still confined in her bra, pressed against Pris' own.
Casting an eye downward, Pris saw their cleavage heavy breasts mashed together and felt Wendy's silky bra sliding over her own. Priscilla's nipples started to rouse from the contact, and strained against the cups of her bra.
Wendy's hands found their way to the other woman's taut abdomen, reveling in the soft warm flesh she felt in her palms. Wendy slowed down the passioned frenzy of her kissing, and forced their bodies apart with a light pressing on Pris' shoulders. Keeping her eyes fixed on Pris' own, she reached behind the other woman and deftly released the clasps on Pris' bra. Pris held still while Wendy pulled the lacy red material from her body, freeing her heavy breasts. Pris rolled her shoulders back unconsciously, causing her breasts to rise and swim higher into Wendy's view.
Wendy brought her hands forward and cupped those breasts. She savored the view of the dark areola and the large nipples they surrounded. Lowering her head she planted a kiss on one of the inviting nubs. Pris let out a gasp of pleasure at the contact.
Wendy pressed her body forward and Pris reclined back on the couch. Wendy oozed over the other woman's supine form and continued to caress and kiss Pris' breasts. Pris' eyes locked onto the view of blonde curls falling forward and bobbing gently as Wendy kissed and sucked on first one nipple than the other. Pris' nipples were now hard and standing erect from the top of her generous mounds. Wendy flicked a forefinger over whatever nipple wasn't being teased by her lips.
Pris arched her back with the increasing pleasure. Wendy looked up and locked eyes with Pris. She ran out her long pink tongue and lapped openly across one dark nipple. Pris gasped at the vision and the feeling. Her hands found their way to Wendy's back and sought out the bra clasps there. Deftly she released them and Wendy rose up slightly and cupped her own breasts, allowing the bra straps to fall forward. She taunted Priscilla with her cradled breasts, jiggling them seductively with a smile on her lips.
Pris reached forward and caught a lose strap dangling on Wendy's arm. She tugged on the material and Wendy finally let the bra slip fully off her heavy pert breasts.
