Interstellar Sex Dreams Pt. 03

"So much information already!" Mike groaned.

"Hey, I don't want you wasting this opportunity too much. Anyway, let's get this next bit over with."

She started unbuttoning her blouse right in front of Mike who, despite knowing beforehand she would get naked, suddenly felt awkward about how blatantly she did sowithout any signs of nerves. He managed to avoid saying anything that would embarrass himself, though. Instead, he tried to just watch and admire without drooling. However, when Oluchi pulled her blouse away from her breasts, he couldn't help but gawk like a teenager. They were at least a double D cup in size and as she'd said, they hung heavily from her chest. He was surprised to note that they were almost level with the waistband of her skirt, something he would never have observed without her recent advice. Her nipples were delightfully dark even when compared to her dark brown skin, not to mention hard and with large areolae.

Before he had as much time as he would have liked to admire them, she was bending over to slide her skirt down her legs. She wore a white thong beneath it that contrasted brightly with her dark skin. That too soon disappeared, and Oluchi stood up in statuesque regality and spread her arms wide.

"So this is me," she declared, posing while Mike took in the glory of her tall, curvaceous body. Her mound was bare, her hips wide and her stomach curved but far from fat. His cock was rock hard. "I take it you approve then?" she asked him with a pointed glance at his tented pants.

"You look incredible, Oluchi," he assured her. "There's no way any painting I can ever do will do justice to your beauty.

"I'm sure I'll forgive you," she laughed as she turned to climb onto the Captain's chair. She sat down and lounged back in it, then spread her legs and draped the right one over the arm of the chair. Her right arm went over the back left corner of the chair while her left rested on the left arm.

Mike just stood staring for a few moments, loving the sight of her pussy suddenly so fully exposed and pointing right at him. Her inner lips were visible, long and dark, and he hoped he'd get a chance to spread them, but in the short term he was happy to be seeing them at all.

"Well, let's see how good your teaching is then," he said, moving to the easel and picking up the palette and brush.

"Oh wait, Mike, there's one more thing. I want you to be naked while you paint me."

"What? That wasn't part of the deal," he sputtered.

"No, but it is now. Come on, you look like you need a bit of freedom down there anyway."

Mike made a few more token protests before reluctantly stripping out of his clothes, inwardly happy, since both of them being naked gave some slight promise of even more happening at some point.

"Mmm, it seems like you have a nice wooden brush of your own down there," Oluchi complimented him saucily when he stood with his erection straining before him. Mike blushed furiously, but took it with at least outward good grace. "Don't worry Mike, I'm sure you'll flag as you start to concentrate on the actual painting."

"And on that encouraging note, that's just what I'm going to do," he pledged. He picked up the palette and brush again, having had to set them down to disrobe. He mixed the paint on the palette and walked close to Oluchi. "I need to try and get this shade right, he said, holding the palette up against her dark skin.

"Lucky I didn't finish that star-scape, or there might not have been enough dark tints left for you to paint me with," Oluchi observed.

"You're certainly quite dark-skinned. It's amazing that your nipples are even darker than your breasts. I hadn't given it much thought, but I probably would have guessed they'd have blended in more than they do, like dark ghost nipples."

"Ghost nipples?"

"Just a term used by some people when a girl's nipples are the same shade as her breasts and appear almost non-existent.

"Well given how erect mine often get, I think even if they were the identical colour they'd be pretty obvious." She gave one nipple a tug for demonstration. Sure enough, Mike estimated the nipple was a good centimetre long.

"That's so hot," he moaned. "Maybe I should start there."

"I'd recommend you work on the rest of my body first Mike, otherwise they'll end up on some weird part of my anatomy.

"Spoilsport," he complained, but returned to the painting.

After some time, Mike was surprised to find that just like when he was deep in problem-solving mode, he'd lost himself in the task at hand. Oluchi had become less an object of sexual desire and simply the subject he was attempting to capture as well as possible on the canvas in front of him. He found it extraordinarily challenging to capture the play of the light on her dark skin, and the variances in tone and shade it created. He was determined to do his subject justice though, and so lost himself in the task. Oluchi sat patiently the entire time, shifting her weight slightly every now and then to relieve stressed muscles.

Finally he stood back, far from happy, but at least satisfied he had done the best that he could.

"Right then, want to see something horrifying and scary?" he asked Oluchi.

"But you're already naked," she teased him.

"Ouch!"

"Come here Mike," she told him, beckoning with her finger.

He took a moment to switch from seeing her as the subject of his painting back to perceiving her as a sexual goddess in mortal form.

"Kneel," she commanded when he was standing within a metre of her. Mike didn't hesitate, he simply did as he was told and found himself looking directly at her pussy. It was a thing of beauty. He stared for a few moments, enjoying the close-up inspection of its details but was conscious that he should probably meet Oluchi's gaze rather than keep staring at the goods. Before he managed to tear his eyes away though, her fingers caressed her pussy, then parted her long inner lips, spreading them out over her labia to reveal her wet, pink interior. He stared a moment longer before finally looking up to meet her eyes.

"My eyes may be up here but my pussy is down there. Lick me, Mike."

"Really?" he confirmed, his recently dormant cock stiffening.

"I wouldn't have told you to do it if I didn't want it done," the goddess advised. "So get to it."

"Yes Ma'am!" Mike shuffled forward on his knees and gently placed a hand on the inside of each of Oluchi's thighs. A small bead of pussy juice nestled at the bottom of her slit. She shuffled her butt forward a bit on the seat, and Mike ran his flattened tongue between her spread lips, taking up the bead of juice and tasting it. He savoured it before licking her again, all the way up to her clitoris which he swirled his tongue around before licking back down.

For the next couple of minutes Mike simply teased, working his tongue in and around her pussy and over her clit. He was pleased to hear Oluchi's sighs and mews of pleasure under the worship of his tongue.

"Harder Mike," she groaned as he gently rubbed his tongue on her clit. "Right there! Harder!"

He pushed his tongue firmly against her excited little nub and quivered it up and down over and over as rapidly as he could. Oluchi's fingers disappeared from where they'd been holding herself open, so he took over with his own fingers instead. Glancing up, he saw that she had both nipples trapped between her fingers, pulling them savagely away from her breasts. He expected she was going to have him eat her until she orgasmed, but she stopped him.

"I need your cock, Mike. I need your nice hard cock in my pussy." Mike stood up, the cock in question throbbing and more than ready for the pleasure ahead. He ran his hands over Oluchi's body, fingers trailing lightly over her smooth skin. He took hold of her magnificent breasts and assessed them with gentle squeezes, testing their size and weight as the head of his cock bumped against her pussy. He felt Oluchi thrust gently against the contact and he returned it, pushing. His cock head slipped away and the underside of his shaft slid along her wet pussy, drawing a groan of disappointment from her at the lack of penetration. Oluchi reached down to take charge of his cock, guiding him as he pushed forward again. This time he slid inside her welcoming entrance, feeling the warm, tight embrace of her pussy surrounding him as he slid deep inside.

"Oh fuck, that's just what I needed," Oluchi crooned. Mike released her breasts and focussed on the sight of his pale, pink cock disappearing into her lush, dark-skinned body, rocking back and forth, sliding in and out over and over and over.

They rocked together, the chair squeaking ever so slightly as they increased their motion gradually, a minor protest to its reimagined use.

"God, you're sexy Oluchi," Mike purred as he fucked her slowly. "Your entire body is absolutely divine."

"Why thank you. You just keep doing exactly what you're doing and we'll both be very happy." She slipped a hand back down to her pussy and started fingering her clit while Mike's cock slid in and out. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, and Mike gripped the arms of the chair as he thrust.

Minutes later Oluchi gave a suppressed cry of joy and her body started quivering. Mike felt her pussy first contract, and then pulse around his cock. She grabbed him by the hips and pulled him tight against her, his cock deep inside, holding him there as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her and then slowly receded.

"Now fuck me hard and fast and blast that white cum all over my black body Mike," Oluchi commanded like a warrior goddess. Mike grabbed her generous hips to pull her to the edge of the seat and fucked her furiously, slapping his body loudly against hers each time he buried himself. He felt the tension cresting in his balls and he pulled out, grabbed himself and stroked rapidly until a rope of cum exploded from him and splattered between her breasts and dribbled down to her belly button. Gasping for breath with his chest heaving, he held himself over her as his balls emptied themselves in a long series of spurts.

"Holy fuck," he gasped when the last of his seed had dribbled from the tip of his cock and down onto her bald mound. He gave his goddess a warm smile after admiring the mess his warm white seed had made all over her previously immaculate body.

"Agreed," Oluchi replied, making no sign of moving even when his cum started to slide across her body and run down across her waist and down the insides of her thighs to the Captain's chair. "And thank you, I needed that. Something about the concentration on your face while I watched you standing there naked, painting me just drove me nuts."

"Well I should thank you. I have to admit your willingness to get naked for me had me hoping there was a chance of something happening, but I had no idea how I might approach it."

"Sometimes a girl just has to take charge," Oluchi laughed. "Now let's see just how horrifying this painting is." Mike stepped back and held out a hand to assist Oluchi from the chair. She stepped down and walked over to where she could view Mike's painting of her. He braced himself for the look that would surely appear on her face. He expected disappointment, laughter or revulsion. What he saw was a carefully studied neutrality. Clearly she'd taught enough painting classes that she'd learned to manage her expressions.

"Well?" he prompted. "What's the verdict, your honour?"

"It's far from the worst first attempt I've ever seen, and there's certainly a lot of opportunity for improvement, but overall I'm impressed, Mike. You've done me really well, so to speak."

"That's kind of you to say, but I think it has a lot to do with the subject matter." He walked around behind her, admiring the play of the subdued lighting on the curves of her bountiful ass. He caressed it lovingly, squeezing her cheeks before sliding his hands up and around in front of her to cup her breasts, her extraordinarily long nipples crushed against his palms.

Oluchi turned in his embrace but stepped back, her hands going to his and gently but insistently removing them from her body.

"Please don't be offended Mike, but I'm not looking for anything beyond having my desire satisfied. "I hope you can understand."

"Oh, um, sure," Mike replied, trying not to let his disappointment show too much. "I mean, it makes sense, your being an interstellar colonist and me a space junkie. Hell, we're even putting you back into stasis as soon as you're ready."

"Thank you for understanding," she replied, stepping back in close and giving him a gentle peck of a kiss. "I certainly won't forget getting nailed in the Captain's chair!"

"That makes two of us," Mike replied. They gathered their clothes, dressed and cleaned up any evidence of their sojourn on the bridge before Oluchi returned to her cabin to prepare for stasis.

Mike headed to his own cabin and showered, enjoying replays through his ocular display of their adventure on the bridge. His only disappointment had been that Oluchi hadn't sucked his cock at all. He'd have really liked to see her dark lips sliding up and down his organ. By the time he'd finished his shower he'd considered and discarded the idea of asking her to do that for him. He decided he was lucky to have had the holy fuck experience that he'd had and better to leave it alone.

They met in the stasis lounge and Mike put Oluchi through the process of going under. He stood admiring her body for a few minutes after her breathing stilled and her chest stopped rising and falling. With a happy sigh he sent her pod back out to the stasis bay and returned to his cabin.

He returned to his list, wondering who he might bring out of stasis next. Was it time for another shot at Amy? He looked at the top candidates remaining on his list.

Cheryl was white, tall and petite; Suki, a young curvy Japanese woman; and Mary, a slim but buxom older English woman. And of course there were the twins. Identical Swedish goddesses. They were last on the list because he hadn't yet come to a decision as to how he would approach them.

He decided he should split the two Caucasian women rather than bring them out one after the other, which meant that Suki should be in the middle. A viewing was in order, something to help him decide. He needed to see if either Cheryl or Mary would have him leaning one way or the other.

He travelled through the ship to the stasis bay and made his way past each pod. It was a difficult choice, but in the end he decided that if he were to have one final encounter before returning to stasis himself, he'd prefer it to be with Cheryl. That meant Mary would be his next target.

He returned to his cabin and slept soundly, deciding to begin the following afternoon, liking the idea of them having dinner soon after bringing Mary out of stasis. Besides, it would give him the morning to tidy up his trail within the ship's systems.

Mike briefly considered how blasé he'd become to the process of bringing someone out of stasis early and the lies that accompanied the process. In Mary's case, she took it well and adapted quickly to being back in the waking world.

"So, shower through here, then you'll take me to my cabin?" Mary confirmed in a beautiful English accent that Mike thought sounded very posh. Her eyes moved almost predatorily over him as she spoke.

"That's right," he replied. Mary strolled through and closed the door. Mike waited and was surprised when the door opened again just a minute later.

"Here, you may as well send this off to get cleaned straight away," Mary instructed him, the door cracked sufficiently open for her to pass her stasis suit to him. It also gave him a fleeting glimpse of her naked body. He knew she was forty-two and so expected her body to be less perfect than the younger women he'd previously pulled from stasis. Her breasts were large, but still appeared firm enough, and while he caught a glimpse, Mary closed the door before he could in any way truly study her. He did however catch a hint of mischief in her eye just before it closed completely.

She emerged in the light gown that Mike now customarily supplied for the women after bringing them out of stasis. She had it pulled tightly about her body and tied snugly around her slim waist. Her nipples stood out nicely against the light fabric. Mike tried hard to avoid being busted.

"So lead on, doctor,' she said with a smile that suggested he hadn't been as successful as he might have liked.

"This way then," he replied, leading her out and through the ship's corridors and halls. Her cabin was of a middling standard and he quickly escorted her there, offering either to wait outside while she changed, or to return at an agreed time when she was ready.

"Oh, why don't you just come in? I shan't be too long, and you may as well make yourself comfortable." Mike accepted her invitation and followed Mary into her cabin. It was relatively small, a single space with a bed, dresser, comfortable chair, two-person dining setting and adjoining bathroom. It was bigger than his own cabin, but far from the standard that Amy and Fang lived in.

Mary waved her hand over an indicator panel on the wall beside the bed, and a hidden closet space was revealed. She pulled out a pair of tights, a top and underwear then waved her hand again so the wall would restore itself. With her back to Mike, she simply released the tie on her gown and let it hang open while she stepped into a pair of bikini briefs. Mike couldn't help but peek. She settled them in place, then shrugged the gown from her shoulders. Mike's gaze tracked its fall to the floor, then travelled over Mary, enjoying the sight of her round bum in powder blue panties. Her hips curved nicely to her slender waist, and her back was of course bare. A single, long-stemmed rose was tattooed up the spine of her back from just above the crack of her bum to just below her right shoulder where the bloom appeared to be opening in response to the cabin's light.

"That tattoo is beautiful," Mike complimented her.

"Thank you doctor," Mary replied, turning her upper torso to smile at him, revealing a healthy amount of side-boob in doing so. She picked up her lacy blue bra and pulled it on, then turned to face him. Mike continued to enjoy the sight of her body as she pulled on athletic tights and a tightly fitted t-shirt. She had clearly had work done on her body as she was flawless with no visible ageing effects. Whoever had done her work for her had done it very well. "There now, I feel like I can go out in public."

"Even though the entire public is currently sitting in your cabin watching you," Mike noted.

"Well still, one has to keep up some appearances even if the chance of someone seeing one is a million to one," Mary joked. Mike couldn't help but flash a memory of Fang happily strolling naked through the ship across his ocular.

"True," he replied simply. "Dinner then?"

"That would be lovely."

"Would you like to go to one of the dining halls or a restaurant?"

"A restaurant sounds good as long as it's not too expensive."

"Well I've been thinking about that, and I think I can probably have the company pay for it, given that you're out and about through no fault of your own."

"Now that does sound good. How fancy can we go?"

"Probably only mid-range, to be honest. While the company is usually okay with making good on things like this, if you go too expensive it's likely you'll only be paid back in part."

"Well that still sounds good. Is there somewhere French we can go?"

"There most certainly is." Mike guided Mary to an affordable French restaurant where they enjoyed a meal together, while Mike gave her a further rundown on how long she could expect to be out of stasis, and the amenities she would have access to while he worked on the stasis pod. He was surprised at how much she perked up when he mentioned Out of This World.