I first saw her as she stepped out of the lift outside the station bar. The first thing that struck me was how tall she was. I gave Tom next to me a nudge and nodded my head in her direction. She had his attention now too. By the time she was half way through the door nearly every guy in the bar had checked her out.
She must have been a full 2 meters and thin with dark hair on her head that was very short, almost like fur. Her face was soft and roundish. Her neck though, was a different matter; so long and delicate, it seemed just the weight of her head might cause it to break. The slope of her neck continued until it swelled under a strapless top to her breasts, which were small, tiny really. The top was a dark blue and hid any outline of a nipple. The top ended and left a gap of skin between it and the waist of her shimmering gold skirt. This band of exposed skin was, like the rest of her, the color of coffee with cream in it. Her waist looked high but immediately below the waistband of her skirt there was the unmistakable flare of her hips. The skirt was skin-tight and stretched across her thighs. As she walked past me I could see a wonderful set of buns encased in gold. Her skirt ended just above her knees and it was then that I realized where her tremendous height came from; her legs were endless. They too looked so very delicate, like her neck.
It wasn't until she had passed that I realized she wasn't alone. One of the little wimps from personnel was escorting her. Everyone got the treatment when they first arrived.
"Wouldn't you like to work in personnel?" Tom said, breaking my reverie.
"Are you kidding? He couldn't handle her!" I said.
"I hear they're bisexual. Are you sure you could handle that?" Tom taunted.
I'd heard the same thing. About three planet shifts ago (months don't mean much on an asteroid mining station) we had begun to hear about a new med-tech. Word had it that she was going to be a Selurian and damn if she hadn't turned out to be just that, by all appearances. You don't see many Selurians in this sector. I guess the Federation was trying to mix species again.
"What do I care if she wants to eat a little pussy. 'Bi' means she likes cock too!"
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I've been on assignment to this asteroid miner for about two Terran years. Tom's been here about the same length of time and we've gotten to be good friends. We're both mining engineers, which means for the most part we're computer jocks. We send robot probes to the surface of the asteroid and using exploratory blasts, map the structure of the rock. If it's a small enough rock we design a shape charge that will pulverize the entire asteroid without sending so much as a pebble flying out uncontrolled. Without an atmosphere or substantial gravity, simply setting a charge on the surface just creates a shower of rocks that never slow down. All of this means that what Tom and I do is crush big rocks, with the help of some very powerful supercomputers and some nifty robots. We never even leave the station during our shift. The robots simply scoop up the rubble after we're done and feed it to the smelter. The Federation is kind enough to breakup the monotony of station life with planet shifts. We get to leave the station for about 10 "days" in 40. A day is an arbitrary 25-hour period of station time or one day on the recreation planet, which in this case is Sirius IV. It's a long way from Terra but it's better than living in Terra's overpopulation.
"We'll its about time for me to turn in." said Tom as he got up from the table.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to see if I can get introduced to that lovely creature." I said.
"Good luck, but I bet you don't even get to first base" Tom threw over his shoulder as he left the table.
I left my beer on the table and wandered over to where the tall Selurian woman was sitting on a stool at the bar. I felt a strange tightness as I approached her. Both my throat and my groin seemed to constrict. Alan Peltier, the little weasel from personnel, turned as I got near and smiled.
"Rick, how have you been?" he said.
"Pretty good Alan. I just got back from planet shift so everything's just fine." I replied.
"Well, life's been pretty boring here on station, as always" he said and then took a long pull on his drink. As he finished his drink, he said nothing. The little shit wasn't even going to offer to introduce me to the Selurian woman. I was still feeling a little constricted and so was a bit slow to react. As I stood there, he turned back to the bartender and ordered another drink. I felt a little stupid but I wasn't going to give up that easily. The stool next to her at the bar was empty so I hopped on. As I did, she turned to look at me. With the rest of her, I hadn't really noticed her eyes before, but I sure did now. They were big and green and looked right through me. My throat just got tighter. I managed to croak out "Good evening" and turned to the bartender to order a beer. When I looked back she was still looking at me. I felt a little like an insect in a display case all pegged out for inspection. The beer arrived and I took a long draw before I could breathe again. I took a deep breath and turned back to her. Still there.
"My name's Rick. Glad to have you on board." Not a great line but at least I got it out.
As she opened her mouth to speak, for the briefest moment, I had the feeling I knew what she would say.
"Thank you Rick. I hope I can fit right in. My name is Andi." she said. Her voice was totally unexpected. It gave me chills with its depth and resonance. As a matter of fact, everything about this woman so far gave me goose bumps. And as far as fitting right in, no fuckin' way! She stood out a mile. At this point, Alan broke in.
"Andi's going to be our new med-tech. Just arrived today. I thought I'd show her the center of it all tonight but I'm sure she's tired. We'd better get you back to your quarters." he said and he stood up to leave. She got off of her stool as I got off mine. When I looked to meet her eyes, they were a full head above mine.
"It was nice to meet you Rick." she intoned.
"The pleasure was mine." I said. Again with the great line. What a dope!
Alan led her toward the lift and I watched every muscle move as she walked out of my presence, becoming aware that a great deal of tension left my body as she left. I also noticed for the first time that I had a raging hard-on. Turning back to the bar grabbing my beer wondering; Did every guy feel that way in her presence? I'd just gotten back from planet shift where I'd gotten plenty of action, so why the boner?
I finished my beer and went back to my quarters where I grabbed my still stiff pole and jerked off. Her image and "aura" were very strong and it only took a few strokes before I came.
The next morning Tom asked, "How'd you do?"
"Her name's Andi. She's a new med-tech." I said.
