Shokushu Spaceport 3
Through the door you find you are in a mock-up of the control room of a deep-space cruiser. It is probably used for training purposes or something like that. There is a Captain's uniform lying carefully arranged on one of the chairs. Feeling rather silly but remembering how attractive the young woman was, you shed your own clothes and dress in the uniform. According to a mirror, you look very impressive, though you do say so yourself. Just as you finish bundling up your own clothes the girl enters the room, dressed in a similar uniform to the one you are wearing, but with a lower rank insignia on the sleeve.
'Oh yes,' she smiles enthusiastically. 'You look spot-on. Shall we get on with it?'
'But ....'
'Of course, you don't know. Well, its like this, I really have this thing for going into space but they wouldn't let me into the Navy. Something about an IQ test or something like that. So I have to work here. It's the nearest I can get. But whenever there's no-one much around, I like to come in here and pretend. But its much more fun if there's someone else here so my sister sometimes sends someone through to play with me.' You like the idea of playing with such a deliciously dumb creature, but are not at all certain she meant it in that way. Still, with a little ingenuity ....
'OK,' you reply. 'Since I am the Captain and you are the Lieutenant, I sit here and you sit over there and do what I tell you.' You feel grateful for all the time you spent watching old movies like Star Trek CXIII: The Motionless Picture, starring the embalmed bodies of old twentieth-century actors. At least you have some almost authentic space patter and you mouth meaningless phrases like 'abed wimp factor 6' and 'I dinner thing she can trek much moron this'. They don't sound quite right to your ears, maybe you should have tried harder to stay awake during those late-night repeats, but the girl seems happy enough.
You spend a few minutes getting into the swing of things, appraising the pretty girl from the corner of your eye as she sits to attention, breasts swelling against the tight uniform top, pressing coloured buttons at random with a happy smile on her face.
'Well, Lieutentant,' you say at last. 'Is this your first voyage?'
'Oh no, Captain. I've been into space many times.'
'Attractive young thing like you. I'll bet you were popular on your previous ships.'
'Well, there was one Captain who tried to .... but he wasn't as handsome and commanding as you ...' She blushes prettily.
'Come now, Lieutentant. It's only natural for an impressionable young girl to become infatuated with a powerful yet good-looking authority figure such as myself. Nothing wrong with that. Come here and stand beside me.' Somewhat to your surprise, the sexy young mechanic moves close beside the command chair where you are seated.
Putting on a headset, you start a one-sided conversation into the microphone. As you allow your voice to grow steadily more concerned, you absent-mindedly run a hand up the back of the girl's leg, stroking its slender length through tight uniform trousers. She doesn't object, apparently concentrating hard on the pretend conversation you are having with Base Command. Even when you move upwards to caress the firm hemispheres of her tight little bottom, she does no more than shift her weight slightly.
'What's that!' you shout loudly into the microphone. 'Earth is under attack! It's been destroyed by Thargian planet-busters! There's only the orbiting space-station left! And you're under attack! Hello!..... Hello! ..... Can anyone hear me?' You are silent for a long moment, apparently unaware that you are still exploring the girl's sexy little rump. Finally you turn towards her and hug her body tightly to you. From somewhere around her waist you speak with a despairing voice. 'I'm sorry, Lieutenant. But they're all gone. Earth, our home base, everyone. We are the last humans left alive!'
'Oh no!' She seems close to tears as you hold her closely against you, hand working over the tops of her thighs and trying to burrow between them.
'Be brave, Lieutenant. It's up to us now.' You do your best to keep a straight face. 'We must keep the memories alive. And we must rebuild the race, so that one day we may go forth and take our revenge. It will not be easy but we must do what we can.'
'You mean .... '
'Yes, we must start again, just as Adam and Eve did. From our loins will spring forth a mighty race of warriors to avenge our fallen comrades.' You lapse into a scene from a sword-and-sorcery film you saw the week before but the girl is so caught up in her fantasy that she doesn't notice the change in genre.
'Of course, Captain. I must be brave and do what needs doing.'
'Well, no time like the present.' You slip your hand into the back of her uniform trousers and fondle her bottom through the thin silk of her panties.
To your surprise, she responds immediately by pulling away from you and removing her trousers and boots completely. Then, before you have time to properly admire her slender figure clad in brief panties and hold-up stockings, she throws herself against you, straddling one of your knees with her firm thighs. Hardly able to believe your luck, you wonder whether you should take up an acting career, so successful was your role-playing. But for now, you run your hands up and down her back, then lower your grip to cup her velvety buttocks in your palms and press the girl closer against you. She mews softly as her mons is forced tightly against your upper thigh and you feel her growing warmth through two layers of material. With an impatient movement, the sexy young girl rips apart the velcroed front of her uniform to reveal she is wearing nothing beneath.
Grasping the back of your head, she pulls you into the deep soft heaven of the perfumed cleavage between her large breasts. As you rub your face from side to side, kissing and nipping at the sweet skin, you seem to hear her muffled voice.
'Do what needs to be done for the good of the race.' Fully concurring with this sentiment, you manage to capture a hard nipple between your teeth and nibble on it while your busy hands slide down over her bottom and into the warm space between her thighs. While you burrow under the silky fabric of her panties and onto the soft flesh of her sex-lips, the girl scrabbles at the front of your trousers with a free hand. Inquisitive fingers find their way past your zip and fasten on the thick column of your erect prick as you ease her lips apart and bathe your digits in the warm honey of her cunt.
As you slide sticky fingers over the swollen nub of her clitoris, the girl takes a firm grip on your member and rubs up and down. Both of you groan as you arouse each other to new heights. Then, growing impatient, you release her cunt and force both your hands between your bodies and between her legs. Gripping the young girl by the butt, you lift her bodily until her legs straddle the chair arms and place her on your lap.With a quick wriggle, she moves up and impales herself on your straining cock, which sinks easily onto the welcoming embrace of her cunt. As she holds onto your shoulders, you grasp her bottom and help lift her body up and down on your shaft. Both of you are fully aroused by the scenario and you pant and groan to each other as you couple wildly. Her bouncing tits slap against your face with every movement and you can feel the soft mound of her pubis pushing hard against your body as she stimulates her turgid clit. Capturing a nipple, you suck hard on it as your hips jerk up to increase the violence of your thrusts. You are both too excited to keep going for long and moments later the sexy young thing wails into orgasm, pussy clenching spastically about your rod and forcing you to cum too, hot seed boiling out of your tight balls and jetting up into her receptive body.
With a sigh of satisfaction, the young girl folds against your body, softening prick still held within her and murmurs, 'Was that alright, Captain?'
'Oh yes, Lieutenant. That was very alright.' you reply.
'Mmmmmmm ..... ' She nestles against your shoulder and seems to fall asleep. That feels nice for a while but gradually you become uncomfortably aware of your penis receding down her tunnel and, as she shows no sign of moving, you carefully stand up with her and turning, place her in the command chair. She mumbles sleepily and settles down as you retrieve your own clothes and get dressed. With one last backwards look at her sexy body sprawled in the large chair, you head for the door. Just as you are leaving you hear her mutter to herself ... 'Why do men always want to play the same silly game?'