The Passenger Ch. 02

"Harvey, what in the name of all that's unholy do you think you're doing?" I said to myself.

Myself pretended not to hear. But that happens a lot when I argue with myself, so I wasn't all that surprised.

"Getting involved with a passenger is always a bad idea," I continued, "and I can see where this is going. You're falling for this woman. Falling hard. You shouldn't let that happen."

Myself shrugged.

"Why not?" he said. "You're happy, and we both know it. Don't bother denying it."

"Well..."

Myself sighed, exasperated.

"You worry too much. She always used to tell you that, remember?"

"Yes, but..."

"You've got to let go sometime, you know."

I said nothing. Myself was probably right, and I knew it.

Anne stirred, her skin soft and warm against mine. We were lying together, our spooned bodies fitting each other perfectly. Her back felt good against my stomach, and my arm fit around her just so that my hand almost naturally cupped the full roundness of her breast. My flaccid cock was trapped between us, nestled in the cleft between her buttocks. My face was buried in her hair, and I inhaled its lovely fragrance with every breath.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," I said softly.

I felt her smile.

"Hmmm... Hey."

She raised her head and opened her eyes.

"Good morning."

"Good morning yourself."

"It is."

I pushed myself up on one elbow and bent down to kiss her. Her mouth tasted of sleep, but not unpleasantly. In fact, she tasted good.

She moved against me, slowly and deliberately. Between her body and mine, my cock began to swell. She wriggled as we both felt it grow longer, thicker, harder.

"Hmmm..." she sighed. "It feels like you're happy to be here."

I pulled her close, kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulder.

"You have no idea."

She wriggled again, rubbing her buttocks up and down against my cock.

"Oh," she sighed, "I think I do."

She moved, breaking the layer of dried-up juices between us. We were both still sticky from last nights lovemaking, and the copious juices of our pleasure had dried between our bodies. The smell of sex was heavy on both of us.

She giggled.

"I think we're stuck together."

I smiled.

"We could do worse."

She turned and looked at me. A happy smile slowly spread across her face.

"Yes," she said.

It seemed a good moment to kiss her again, so I did. I started to say something to myself, by myself told me to shut up and walked away. So I kissed her some more. She turned and nestled her head in the crook of my arm, then reached out and took my hard cock in her hand. It felt good.

"You're so hard..." she whispered.

Slowly, gently, she pumped her hand up and down, moving the skin across the shaft, brushing the crown of the head with her thumb and forefinger.

"Well, what can I say? You do that to me," I said.

She smiled.

"I'm glad. A good hard-on is one of the sincerest compliments a woman can get."

I ran my hand across her face, caressing it, tracing the outline of her jaw, then down across her neck, her collarbone, until my fingertips stroked the swell of her breast. I touched her nipple, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her nipple hardened under my touch. Her breath grew deeper, and she smiled.

"Hmmm... You do that so well."

I bent down and kissed her other breast, traced my way to its center, my lips nuzzling her skin. When I felt her nipple between my lips, I began to caress it, ran the tip of my tongue over it. It, too, quickly grew hard under my ministrations. She tasted salty with last night's perspiration.

"Harvey..."

"Hm?"

"How would you feel about us having a shower first?"

"Sure, if you'd like."

"I would like. Because I really want us to use our mouths on each other, and we're just a little bit too icky right now. What do you say?"

I looked down to my hard cock, throbbing in her hand with every beat of my heart. But she was right.

"Not a bad idea," I agreed.

"Are these shower stalls big enough for two?"

"Maybe. Well... Not really."

"I was afraid of that. Shame. But you've got one in your cabin as well, right?"

I nodded.

"Good," she said. "So why don't you hop into the shower there, and I'll be back here before you know it."

She smiled and gave my cock a gentle squeeze before letting go of it.

"Keep that warm for me, will you?" she said.

"With pleasure."

I sat up and stretched. I felt sticky.

"Yep... We definitely need a clean-up," I agreed.

"And what about the bed? It got quite wet last night. Although I didn't notice any wet spots when we fell asleep."

"Good quality synthetic fabric," I said, standing up. "We'll change the bedding later. Or right now if you want."

"Later sounds good."

"Speaking of later, I'll be only a few minutes."

She smiled.

"Hurry back."

"Oh, trust me, I will."

I stepped though the cabin door, which was still open. It felt strange to walk across the control room naked, although it wasn't the first time I did that. But I usually put down those memories before they could surface. This time it was different, though.

I keyed open the door to my cabin, used the head (which I urgently needed) and got into the shower. It felt good. Or maybe I just felt good. The stickiness on my skin turned back into a liquid and the juices of our lovemaking felt slippery under my hands while I cleaned myself up.

I was about to leave my cabin when Anne's voice came through the open door.

"Harvey! Come and get it!"

It sounded so familiar that I paused for a second. Somehow having her around felt so comfortable, so... right. It was as if we'd known each other much longer than just a day and a night.

Anne was standing by the autokitchen, holding out a steaming cup.

"I thought you might want a dose of your favorite caffeine concoction," she said. "I tried a little sip of it myself, but that stuff of yours is way too strong for me."

She drank from her own cup. I smiled.

You read my mind," I said, taking the cup from her.

Once again I was taken by her beauty. Large breasts usually don't do it for me. They either sag or droop, or they're too flabby and too much past it, or they're all out of proportion, like cantaloupes stuck onto a woman's chest. But Anne's breasts, while large, were quite firm and perfectly shaped, and they seemed to ignore the laws of gravity. On top of that there was her slender waist, the smooth curve of her hips, the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen... The general delicate lines of her jaw, her collarbones, her shoulders... She was a vision, an adolescent dream, a goddess. Of course it didn't hurt that she was completely nude, either.

She put her cup on the table and stood behind me. She put her arms around me and pulled me against her, her breasts pressing against my back. Her hands slid down from my chest across my stomach until they found my cock. She wrapped her hand around it, lifted it, gently stroked it. The fingertips of her other hand stroked my balls, ever so lightly. It felt electric.

"Hmm... I've sometimes wondered what it would be like to have one of these," she said softly.

She lifted my balls, rolled them around in the palm of her hand. With her other hand she began to jerk me off, slowly and gently. My cock began to swell and harden in her hand.

"Anne..."

"Ssshhh..."

She continued to stroke me, and I sighed the familiar sensations rushed through me.

"Could I make you cum this way?" she asked, her voice soft in my ear.

"Oh yes... Absolutely."

"Is this how you do it yourself?"

"Pretty much. Oh, Anne..."

"Sometime soon I want to take you there all the way, doing it this way. But not right now."

She let go of me, took my hand, and led me into her cabin. She had moved the rumpled bedding aside, leaving us with a clean workbench, so to speak.

"Lie down," she whispered. "On your back."

"Yes ma'am."

I put down my cup and did as she asked. She bent down, took my rigid cock in her hand and put the engorged head against her lush lips. Opening her mouth, she let the head slip in. Her lips circled the crown and I moaned softly; it felt so wonderful. Then the tip of her tongue started playing across the underside of the head.

She knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of my shins, and I felt myself sliding deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked gently, taking me in further and further, her tongue doing amazing things to my most sensitive spots.

"Anne..." I gasped. "Go slowly..."

She let my cock slip out of her mouth, looked up to me and smiled.

"Just warming up, Harvey."

I chuckled.

"Hey, you don't need to warm up. You're smoking hot already."

"Aww... You say the nicest things to a girl."

I held out my hand to her. She took it. I pulled her down to me, put my arm around her neck and kissed her.

"Hmm..." she said, after a while. "You're a good kisser, Harvey. And you're even better when you kiss my other lips."

She stood, then put one knee down on the bed next to me. She swung her other leg across me, straddling my chest. I put my arms around her thighs until my hands cupped those lovely, curvy, firm round buns of hers. And there, right before my eyes, was one of the most wonderful sights I had ever seen. My gaze slowly traveled upward, past those lovely pink folds at the apex of her thighs, beyond her flat stomach and slender waist, up to her magnificent breasts as they hung there, freely and proudly, the firm, pink tips that crowned them a pair of tantalizing treasures just beyond my reach. Above all that, her sweet face smiled down at me, and what I saw in her beautiful green eyes matched what I felt.

But I was not here just for the view. Using my elbows and feet, I moved down on the bed underneath her, until my lips touched her pussy. She moaned softly when I gently kissed those lovely pink folds. The scent of her was intoxicating.

Kissing her there again, right between her thighs, I felt the first traces of her moisture on my lips. It was only a little, and I caught it on the tip of my tongue. Again she moaned softly. Brushing my lips across the entrance to her pussy, I felt another trace of her juices. I inhaled deeply, the lovely scent of her mounting arousal making me dizzy.

I ran the tip of my tongue between her nether lips, gathering up more of the nectar that sprang from between them. She moaned again, a little louder. I put my hands on her lovely butt and pulled her close, her wonderful buns fitting the palms of my hands perfectly. Then I began to lick her, running my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top until I felt her clit, hard and ready against the tip of my tongue. She pressed herself into me, and I felt her wetness on my chin.

I licked her in long, loving swipes, and she squirmed against my face, an even louder groan escaping her. I began to focus more on her clit, spending more time on it with every lick, and her moans of pleasure grew louder and more frequent. Her juices ran freely now, drops of it running down my face and neck.

When I decided it was time, I put my lips around her clit and began to suck it gently. I felt her little pleasure button come into my mouth and the tip of it touched my tongue. I began to lick it, caress it, running my tongue back and forth across it and around it in small circles. She shuddered, and her moans became cries of pleasure. My hands grabbed her butt more firmly, pulling her cheeks apart, and the tips of my fingers found the puckered hole between them.

"Oooohhhh, gods yes Harvey, yes, yes... I'm going to... Ooohhh! Yes! OoooOOOOHHHH!!

Her thighs clasped my head like a vice as she started to cum. Her back arched and she cried out in her pleasure. I felt her core contract in that wonderful rhythm, not only in her pussy which she ground into my face as she came, but also in the puckered little hole between her buttocks which my fingertips now caressed. Her juices flowed into my mouth with each contraction. I had never tasted anything so divine.

After a while I felt her relax, although I could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm against my wet face. High above me her breasts rose and fell as she panted, and sweat ran down her skin. Her hair hung down around her face and her eyes were closed.

Then she sighed deeply and opened her eyes. She smiled.

"Damn, you're good at that," she said. "I could get used to this."

"Hmmm mmm," I replied.

She chuckled and lifted herself off me, freeing my mouth. The insides of her thighs were wet. So was my face.

"Me too," I repeated. "I love tasting you."

"And I you."

She knelt down next to the bed and took my hard cock in her hand. Her hair fell down and hid her face from my view, but I felt her luscious lips slide down around the head of my cock, slick, wet and soft. Then her tongue started to do its magic, the tip of it playing across the super-sensitive underside of the head, then swirling around it. She sucked gently, and I could not help moaning; the feeling was so intense. She began to bob her head up and down, and her lips caressed me in a way words could not describe.

I could think of only one thing better than this.

"Anne..."

"Hm hmm?"

As she continued to caress me with her mouth, the vibrations of her voice ran through my cock, causing me to gasp.

"Anne... Come here... "

She let me slip out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me.

"Come here..." I whispered. "Turn around."

She smiled and did as I asked. She put one knee on the bed next to my head, then swung her other leg over, facing my feet. She bent down until her lips touched my cock. Her pussy hovered less than an inch from my mouth. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. I felt her hands on my thighs, her breasts pressing into my lower abdomen.

Sixty-nine has always been one of my favorite forms of oral sex. Not only is the combination of giving and receiving at the same time a heady one, but because you can't see what's going on, the sense of feel is heightened for both partners. I love it. I hoped she would, too.

She spread her thighs wider, lowering her pussy until it touched my face, and I placed a soft kiss onto her nether lips, licking up the moisture that clung there. When I felt Anne's soft, wet lips slide down around the head of my cock once more, I stuck out my tongue and deliberately touched the tip of her clit, finding my way underneath its hood. She shuddered and moaned, causing the most delicious vibrations to run through my cock. I pulled up the hood of her clit with my thumbs and licked the now fully exposed nub again, enjoying its silky-smooth hardness against my tongue. Again she moaned, and this time I did, too. She began to bob her head up and down, her lips sliding back and forth across the taut surface of my cock head, and once more I was unable to stifle a moan.

Soon it became a wonderful game. I played my tongue across her pussy and the tip of her clit, licking, occasionally sucking, and she would moan in response, causing the most amazing vibrations to run through my cock. I would moan in turn and apply even more attention to her most sensitive spots to increase her pleasure. Every bit of pleasure we gave each other was returned immediately, enhanced and increased.

Her moans grew more powerful and the vibrations of her voice through my cock stronger, and the caresses of her lips and tongue became more urgent, more deliberate. I continued to work on the tip of her clit, which was hard as a pebble by now, and the juices from her pussy ran freely. Reaching around her thigh, I found the entrance of her pussy with my finger and began to stroke it in small circles. She was sopping wet, and before I knew it the tip of my my finger had slipped into her.

She cried out, her voice muffled by my cock in her mouth, and suddenly I was on the verge of cumming. But with my mouth full of pussy I could not tell her that, and I knew that within seconds I would lose control. It simply felt too good, and my pleasure rose, rose...

"Hmmmm hmmm!!" I tried.

That worked, but not as I had expected. Almost immediately her thighs clasped my face, and if she hadn't had her mouth full as well, she would have screamed as her orgasm suddenly hit her. As it was, the best she managed was a "HhhhmmmMMMMM!!" and the indescribable feeling of her vibrating throat around my cock along with the sudden gush of girl cum running into my mouth and across my face were the final straw. My pleasure peaked, and I exploded in her mouth.

She shuddered, her body tense on top of mine, her thighs squeezing my face as she shook with the force of her orgasm, the fluids of her arousal squirting out of her with every contraction of her spasming pussy. My cock seemed to fill her mouth with the white-hot sparks of my release, and then it began to pulse, again and again, filling her mouth with spurt after thick spurt of my cum. Our moans and cries were muffled as we drank each other's juices straight from the source, our bodies serving them up freely and in copious amounts. It was a mutual sharing, a merging, a melding of bodies and minds in a single explosion of bliss. I have no better way to describe it. The experience defied words.

It seemed a long time before our mutual climax ran its course and the fountains of our pleasure began to subside. Anne collapsed on top of me and I felt my cock slip out of her mouth. I placed a last kiss onto her pussy before she pushed herself up and lifted her weight off me.

She sat up on her knees and turned around, a little shaky.

We looked at each other.

And we both laughed.

Gods, we were a wonderful mess! I felt her wetness running down my face, neck and shoulders even as I saw rivulets of my own cum run down her chin. She must have seen the same thing; the wetness on my face reflecting what she felt on her own.

She touched my face, wiped her own chin with her other hand. She looked at both hands as if trying to decide which one was wetter.

"OK, we'll call it a draw," I said.

She giggled.

"Yeah, it's too close to call," she agreed.

She got up, went over to the basin, returned with a wet cloth. She knelt next to the bed and began to clean my face and neck, softly, tenderly. Then she wiped her own face, removing the last of my cum. She put down the cloth and smiled gently. Her fingertips caressed my hair, my face, my jaw, my neck... The look in her eyes mirrored what I felt within me.

"See? I knew you were falling for her, Harvey," I silently berated myself. "And now it's happened."

Myself shrugged.

"So?"

"Well..."

But myself wasn't listening.

Anne bent down and her soft lips touched mine, parted, and I kissed her. She tasted of my cum. I'm sure I still tasted of hers. Our kiss was tenderly passionate and, while we used no words, we said a great deal during that kiss. We spoke of what we felt for each other, and how we both felt that way, and that this was not a casual thing; not something that was likely to just come and go while we went on with our separate lives.

We made love again when we woke. It was a long, slow, tender thing; Anne straddling my hips as she rode me, her hands on my shoulders as my fingertips caressed her breasts, her golden hair framing her lovely face as she looked down into my eyes. Slowly she coaxed me on, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke of her velvet pussy until I felt her hot, wet, slick inner folds contract around my pulsing cock as I filled her with my cum, her inner thighs wet against my skin.

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Shipboard routine can be dull and boring. The days can be long, the chores that can be done during flight may not nearly be enough to fill the hours. So you do what maintenance you can, and you read, you exercise, you watch whatever 3D shows you've managed to pick up during your last stop, and you catch up on your sleep.