Sexy Space Babes - Mechs, Maidens and Macaroons: Chapter Three

The hum of the Trenva’s Grace vibrated faintly through the deck as Mark stood outside Sabine’s cabin door, his knuckles hovering an inch from the smooth metal. It was late - well past the ship’s artificial ‘night’ cycle - and the corridor was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the deck lights. His heart thudded in his chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation coiling tight in his gut.

He took a breath, steadied his nerves, and knocked. Three sharp raps, crisp against the quiet. A beat passed. Then another. Just as doubt started to creep in, the door hissed open, sliding into the wall with a soft pneumatic whine.

Sabine stood there, framed in the doorway, and Mark’s brain short-circuited for a solid second.

The gorgeous French woman wasn’t in the tailored blazer and pants she’d been wearing earlier.

No, now she was clad in little more than a bra and panties.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the fabric so thin it left nothing to the imagination. The bra was all lace, cupping her full breasts, her nipples faintly visible through the delicate pattern. The panties matched, riding low on her hips, a sliver of fabric that barely covered her mound, the dark blonde curls of her pubic hair peeking through the transparency in a way that was undeniably erotic.

A garter belt cinched her waist, straps taut against her thighs, holding up stockings that shimmered faintly in the cabin’s warm light. Her hair was down now too, he realized, golden locks spilling over her shoulders in loose waves, framing those piercing blue eyes that held an intensity so piercing it made his mouth go dry.

“Mark,” she said, her voice smooth and warm, that faint French lilt curling around his name like a caress. She leaned against the doorframe, one hip cocked, utterly at ease despite her state of undress. “I was wondering if you’d take me up on my offer.”

He swallowed hard, forcing his eyes back to her face. “Uh… yeah. I, um… hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she stepped aside, gesturing him in with a graceful sweep of her hand. “Not at all. Please, come in.”

He stepped past her, catching a hint of her perfume as he did  - something flowery and rich that tickled at his senses. The space inside was not dissimilar to his own cabin. An omni-pad sat on a bed that had clearly been occupied until a few moments ago, but the space was otherwise bare.

Of course, he barely had a moment to take it all in before the door hissed shut behind him – and he found himself turning back to what was clearly the most interesting thing in the room.

“Well, I think we both know why you’re here – and to that end, so I hope you’ll forgive the forwardness of my attire,” the older woman said, crossing her arms under her chest in a manner that clearly served to accentuate the delicate swell of her breasts. “I’d normally be a little less casual about this kind of thing. But after a few months out here in space, with every alien male acting like I’m invisible because I’m less interested in falling over myself to chase them like their own women, a girl starts to feel a little pent up.”  

She sighed, her tone a touch theatrical, though her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Honestly, I’m starting to have some sympathy for how you boys must have felt back on Earth prior to the Shil arriving.”

Yeah, he could imagine being ignored would be something of a new experience for a woman like her.

“Y-yeah, I suppose the whole invasion thing’s been a bit of a learning experience for both genders,” he said, trying not to stutter. “S’not all good. The constant flirting can get a little annoying when you’re not interested.”

Which he hadn’t been pretty much every other time it had happened given his relationship with Lila. He’d been tempted, certainly, who wouldn’t be? But he wasn’t the type to step out on his partner.

…Though apparently, she’d not felt the same.

“That it can, though I hope that’s not the case now?” she said, stepping closer, her bare feet silent on the deck, stopping just shy of brushing against him. “I’d hate to be a bother by approaching you like this, if you’re… uninterested.

She leaned forward, and it was all he could do to keep staring into the vivid blue eyes of hers.

“…I’m interested,” he definitely didn’t squeak.

“Good.” She smiled like the cat who caught the canary – before she closed the gap, her lips finding his in a kiss that was anything but tentative.

She tasted faintly of whiskey, her mouth soft and eager, her tongue teasing his with a hungry edge that sent a jolt straight to his groin. He groaned into her mouth, his hands settling on her waist, her flesh hot under his fingers as he pulled her closer. Her hands slid up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting.

She pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips, “that’s more like it.”

She dove back in, deeper this time, her body pressing flush against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the lace of her bra rough through his shirt, and he could feel her nipples hardening, poking through the thin fabric.

His cock twitched in his pants, already half-hard from the sheer presence of her, and she must’ve felt it, because she smirked into the kiss and ground her hips against him, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck,” he muttered, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the firm curve of it through the flimsy panties, and she let out a soft, approving hum.

“Hmmm,” she purred, her accent thickening as she nipped at his jaw. “I want more.”

She tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Her hands roamed his chest, nails grazing his skin, leaving faint red trails that made him shiver.

“Nice. Very nice. Someone works out.”

He flushed a little. “When I can.”

“Well, it’s appreciated,” she said as she sank to her knees, her movements fluid and confident, and Mark’s breath hitched as she looked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes dark with intent.

“So, as a reward, let me take care of you,” she said, her fingers deftly undoing his belt, then his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, already stiff, the head flushed and glistening with a bead of precum.

Sabine’s lips parted slightly, a hungry gleam in her eyes as she wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm but not tight, stroking once, twice, testing his reaction.

He groaned, his head tipping back, hands clenching at his sides. “Shit, Sabine-”

She didn’t waste time. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue over the tip, lapping up that drop of precum with a soft hum of appreciation, then swirled it around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge with slow, deliberate licks.

“Ugh.”

His hips jerked involuntarily, and she chuckled, the sound vibrating against him as she traced the slit with the tip of her tongue, coaxing another bead of precum to the surface. She lapped it up greedily, her eyes flicking up to meet his, watching his reaction as she worked.

Finally, without breaking eye contact, she took him fully into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, warm and wet, sliding down slowly and deliberately until he hit the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” he hissed, one hand tangling in her hair, not pushing, just anchoring himself as she began to move.

There was no gagging - just a smooth, practiced motion as her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, dragging along the vein there with every bob of her head. Her pace was steady but relentless, each downward slide taking him deeper. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he gasped, his voice rough, and she hummed in response, the vibration rippling through him, making his cock twitch in her mouth.

She grinned around him, pulling off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

“Benefits of an older woman,” she said, stroking him lazily with her hand, her thumb smearing the slickness over the head in slow circles. “We know what we’re doing.”

She leaned in again, kissing the tip softly before glancing up at him. “Now why don’t you show me some of the benefits of youth?”

He groaned louder, his fingers tightening in her hair. As she leaned forward and took him deep again, her lips sliding down until her nose was practically brushed against his pelvis, her throat constricting around him as she swallowed, the sensation so intense it nearly pushed him over the edge right then.

She held him there for a moment, eyes still locked on his. Her hand followed, stroking him in time with her mouth, twisting slightly at the base to add an extra layer of friction.

She kept him teetering on the brink, speeding up just enough to make his balls tighten, then slowing down when she felt him tense, drawing it out. Finally, his control snapped.

He came hard, hot spurts flooding her mouth, his cock pulsing as she swallowed greedily, her tongue coaxing every last drop. Jet after jet. Though as the final weak spurt was swallowed up by the seductress between his legs, his strength gave out, and he sagged back onto the cot.

His chest heaved, his head lolling to the side to take in the sight of as she licked her lips, a satisfied smirk playing across her face as she watched him collapse.

“An impressive showing,” she murmured, her voice husky, giving him a playful squeeze before standing, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with arousal. “One I hope you’ll be able to repeat, given I just praised the power of youth?”

As she spoke, she peeled off the garter belt and panties in one fluid motion, revealing her pussy – framed by a neat patch of blonde curls, the lips glistening with arousal, pink and swollen. Next came the bra, revealing surprisingly delicate pink nipples that sat perfectly on her chest.

His erection, having softened slightly, sprang back up immediately, much to her visible delight.

“I think I can accommodate you, ma’am,” he said, feeling a little proud.

“Good,” she practically purred. “Though before that, I want you to repay the favor.”

She hooked a leg over him as she straddled his face, the scent of her hitting him like a cannon - musky, sweet, intoxicating.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Ah,” she gasped breathlessly. “…Good boy.”

Honing in on her clit, already peeking from its hood, he dragged his tongue over it in a slow, broad stroke. Then again, as her hips bucked slightly, he savored the taste of her - salty and rich, with a faint tang that made his mouth water.

He circled her with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it, lapping at her steadily, feeling her thighs tense under his hands. Her juices coated his tongue, slick and warm, and he dipped lower, licking along her slit, probing her entrance with soft, exploratory flicks before returning to her clit.

“Merde,” she muttered, her accent thickening as she gripped his hair tighter, pulling him closer. “Well, that silly girl who left you certainly didn’t do so for a lack of talent in this department.”

The words sent both a pang of pain and pride through him, but he cast the former aside as he slid a finger inside her, curling it up to stroke that rough spot just inside.

Her insides clenching around that digit, wet, tight and hot – a sensation that only grew as he added a second , pumping them slow and deep, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Her breathing hitched, the French woman’s moans growing louder, less controlled, and he knew she was getting close to her own release, her arousal dripping down his chin.

Given he’d barely been at this for a minute, she’d clearly not been lying when she said she’d been pent up.

And he had no issue with taking on the selfless role of relieving that pressure for the sexy older woman.

He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over it fast and hard as she arched off the cot, her thighs clamping around his head.

“Mark, yes,” she gasped, her accent growing ever stronger as her hips grinded against his face, chasing the pressure.

He pressed a third finger inside her, stretching her slightly, and twisted them.

She came hard, her cry sharp and unrestrained, her thighs trembling as she shuddered, her walls spasming around his fingers. He kept going, easing her through it, sucking gently on her clit until she stood up – or staggered.

Enough,” she panted, her face flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. “I need you inside me now.”

He stood, grinning. “You’ll get no argument from me.”

“Good,” she said imperiously as she pressed her hands on the far wall, spreading her legs as she leaned forward in an invitation that couldn’t be ignored.

And he didn’t, barely taking a moment to line himself up, the head of his cock brushing her slick entrance, before he pushed inside - savoring the way she stretched around him, tight and hot.

Her pussy gripped him like a vise, still fluttering from her orgasm. It felt incredible, and they both groaned as he sank deep and deeper into her womanhood - until his pelvis pressed against hers.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough, hands gripping her hips.

“Move,” she gasped, blue eyes glaring back at him - and he did, thrusting hard.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he used one hand to cup them, luxuriating in both their softness and firmness. It was the works of moments to find the nipple, Her nipple, playing with it until it hardened under his ministration – before he squeezed.

She gasped, a pleasured flutter running through her insides – all but confirming for him that he’d been right in assuming she liked a little pain.

“Harder,” she gasped, confirming it – though he had no idea if she was referring to his pace or the pressure from his hands.

So he increased both, pounding into her and squeezing harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder and louder in the small space as she groaned.

Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, slick and tight, and he shifted his angle, trying to find the sweet spot. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rolling, taking him deeper.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned.

“Oui- you’re not bad either!” she moaned, pushing back against him, hair sticking to her back, her voice breaking as he sped up.

He reached around with his other hand, fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked her, and she shuddered, her walls tightening around him again.

“Good. Good. Don’t stop. Please,” she begged, and he didn’t, driving into her with relentless force, his fingers slick with her arousal. “I’m close.”

 “Me too,” he warned, his balls drawing up, the pressure building fast.

“Inside,” she said, voice raw, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes wild.

He wasn’t about to argue – even if he might otherwise have wondered if it were wise – as he slammed into her one last time, spilling hot and thick, his cock pulsing as he filled her. That finally set her off, and he groaned as her pussy milked him dry. It was maddening, the way her pussy clenched around him like a living thing, drawing out his orgasm, her own trembling through her as they rode it out together.

Eventually though, he pulled out, a mix of their fluids dripping onto the sheets as he once more collapsed onto the cot. She followed with him, rolling onto her side, breathless, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face with a smirk.

“Well,” she said, her body sprawled mostly atop him, the tight confines of the cot pressing her sweat-slick skin against his, her voice husky and rich with satisfaction, “I certainly needed that.”

Her breath was warm against his neck, her blonde hair tickling his chest as she shifted.

He grinned, a lazy, sated curve of his lips, the ache in his chest lighter than it’d been in weeks, a faint buzz of relief humming through him.

“Happy to be of service,” he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion, his hands resting on her hips.

“Still,” she purred, propping herself up slightly, “while it’s a good start, I think you can be refined a bit.”

Her tone was teasing, but there was a glint of intent in her words, a promise that made his pulse quicken again.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking as he met her gaze. “If I wasn’t feeling so good right now, I might have been a little offended by that.”

“Don’t be. You’re good. For your age at least. And an American besides.” She leaned up further, bracing herself on his chest, those piercing blue eyes locking onto his with a mix of amusement and heat. “But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be great. French great.”

Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers wrapping around his softening cock, gripping it firmly as she grinned. “I have you for at least a week after all. And not only do I have some serious frustration to work out, I think this will be a delightful opportunity to teach you a few things.”

She paused, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’m going to make sure that any of those alien hussies you hook up with after me will both thank me for everything I’m about to teach you - and curse me for leaving them unable to match my memory.”

Her hand started to move, and he groaned slightly as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. “To that end, let’s get this boy ready to go again.”

“Again?” he breathed, a mix of disbelief and anticipation tightening his throat despite the exhaustion.

“You’re young,” she said with a throaty laugh, stroking him slowly, her thumb brushing the sensitive head, coaxing a twitch from him. “You can do it. Trust me, I know how to bring out the best in a man.”

She wasn’t wrong.