The details are a little hazy, thanks to the whiskey, but somewhere along the line, Sandra decided to sit on my lap. I think it was an extension of the 'snowfall' image, two people curled up by a warm fire, but I'm not sure. I'm not even sure who's idea it was, but I was hardly going to complain. But as we sat there together, I became increasingly aware of her. Her body, her scent, her breathing. It wasn't entirely a surprise when we ended up kissing.
We were at it for some time. Holding each other close, my hands lightly on the small of her back and the back of her neck. But when I felt her hand heading for my crotch, my mind leapt back, and I heard the Overseer again, 'If I hear of one incident...' I pulled back out of the kiss, reaching for her wrist. “Whoa,” I started. “I think that may...”
Her hands took a hold of my face, her dark brown eyes locking onto mine. “I don't want to think.” Her words were clear and intense, but was that a note of weakness I sensed? Mentally shrugging, I gently eased back into kissing her again. After some more of that, I carefully lifted her and stood up, setting Sandra on her feet as I did. When she looked at me, I simply nodded in the direction of what I guessed was her bedroom. The chair wasn't designed for this, and the floor was all steel, so...
Sandra nodded, then pulled me along into her bedroom, just as little touched by living as my own. We began shedding clothes even as the door hissed shut behind us. The boots were the most trouble, but once off, the jumpsuits followed quickly. I noticed her looking me over and smiling a bit, a pleasant ego boost for me. I know I'm no Adonis, but I keep in decent shape, and my package... Well, it's not huge, but I'm better off than most guys. Sandra certainly got my blood flowing, being an image of toned woman. I latched onto her breasts as we got on the bed, tasting those fine boobs and her hardened nipples... |