The corridor lights dimmed low. 22:47 PMT. Nicolas 1er’s deck panels hummed faint. I slipped out of our cabin. Heinrich snored softly behind the hatch. Couldn’t sleep. Pussy still throbbed from his cock. Needed air. Or something more.
Footsteps. Bare. Soft slap on metal grating. Gladys. String barely hidden under her thin jumpsuit. Nipples poked through. Eyes met. Hungry. From the salon cuddles. Her hand on my thigh then. Now? Here.
The Contact
“Susan,” she whispered. Breath hot. Close. Too close in this tube. Wall vents hissed. Masked our pants. I grabbed her wrist. Pulled. Toward her cabin door. Danilo inside. Dead to world. Or so we hoped.
Door hissed open. Dim glow from console. We tumbled in. Hatch clicked shut. Light slit under it. Like a guilty eye watching. Her lips crashed mine. Tongue wet. Desperate. Hands roamed. Jumpsuits unzipped slow. Fabric rasped. Heart hammered.
Naked fast. Her small tits firm. Dark nipples hard. Mine bigger. Pale. Aching. She pushed me to bunk edge. Creak. Metal groaned low. Fuck. Too loud? Danilo stirred? No. Snore rumbled.
Legs spread. Her head between. Breath on my wet slit. Dripping already. Fingers parted lips. Tongue flicked clit. Sharp gasp. Bit lip. Hard. Muffled moan. “Shh,” she hissed. Her own pussy shaved smooth. String soaked aside. I tasted her first. Salty. Musky. Empire girls don’t do this. Saints forbid.
Fingers in. Two. Curled. Hit spot. She bucked. Bunk creaked again. Rhythm bad. Walls thin. Heinrich next door. Might hear wet slaps. Sucking sounds. Our juices. Risk burned hot. Pussy clenched harder.
The Indiscretion
She flipped me. Ass up. Face in pillow. Tongue probed asshole. Dirty. New. Thrust fingers deep. Gushed. Soaked sheets. Her clit on my thigh. Grinding silent. Humped like bitch in heat. Climax built. No screams. Just whimpers. Choked.
Eyes on hatch light. Flicker? Someone up? No. Pushed over. Came hard. Body shook. Quivered. Filled her mouth. She lapped greedy. Then her turn. I sucked clit. Fingers ass and cunt. Double. She froze. Arched. Silent scream. Walls vibrated faint. Bunk protested.
Sweat slick. Bodies glued. Pussies rubbed. Slow grind. Clits kissed. Sparks. Another wave. Together. Juices mixed. Sticky mess.
The Silence. Hatch sighed open. Cool air hit skin. Pulled jumpsuits on. Zips caught. Cursed whisper. Kissed deep. Last taste. Crept out. Corridor empty. Heart thudded loud. Past their door. Danilo’s snore. Safe.
My cabin. Heinrich mumbled. Rolled over. Slid in bed. Pussy pulsed. Secret safe. Neighborhood—our ship mates—slept oblivious. Grinned in dark. Tomorrow? More.