certainly a noble, slumming with the hero/celebrity of the day.
She wanted me. I desperately didn't want her to stop wanting me, to change her mind. Not at least until I had satisfied my body’s needs. I had an erection that threatened to rip its way out of my pants and say hello on its own. That face. I had seen that face before at the Royal Court. She was one of the women on the balcony. The ones that were completely naked out of respect for the Emperor. The ones I wasn't suppose to look at, but that I could stop looking at after I had seen them. The apology/excuse slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I was losing her. I had to get her into the lounge. To get a few drinks into her. I always looked better to a woman after I had gotten a few drinks into her. I found it easier to talk to a woman after I had gotten a few drinks into me.
She agreed, but I had done something wrong. She was going back to her cabin to change clothes first. She would meet me at the lounge. I could see in her face she wasn't coming back. I wanted her so badly. I took her hand and asked her to come as she was. I gave her what I hoped was my most adorable smile. I said “please.”
She couldn’t come to the lounge because the lounge was designed to have people sit and she couldn't sit while she was wearing that coat. She couldn't remove that coat in public because she was wearing nothing on underneath. She had noticed me noticing her at the Royal Court. If I hadn’t remembered her face she would have removed her coat to see if I remembered her body. If I had kept my mouth shut this unbelievably beautiful woman would be standing before me completely naked. I came very close to ripping the coat off her by brute force. I tried to stay calm.
I carefully asked her into my cabin for a drink. She said “yes.” The smile she gave me warmed me through and through. She made me promise not to do anything until she had completely removed all of my clothing. This was not a problem. Being undressed by a beautiful naked woman is a wonderful thing. The important part was, riding or being ridden, front, back, or in her mouth, my penis was going to get what it needed.
She had pulled my last piece of clothing off and I was waiting for some sort of signal that she was done and I could begin. She told me to lay back and let her do everything. Her fingers were very experienced and her lips soft and sensuous. She was moving me towards what I was certain would be a very satisfying orgasm, but it was the passionless sexual skill of a prostitute eager to satisfy your body’s needs, collect her fee, and move on to the next customer. I wanted more. I needed more.
I flipped her over. I knew that I was vulnerable to her. She was certainly strong enough to deal me a blow that would send me to the floor in agony. I knew she wouldn't do it. Her fee was to be able to tell her upper class, noble friends, how she had bedded the man who had saved the Emperor's life. If she was going to have a tale to tell, I wanted this rich bitch, whose name was Aleaha, to have a good one. I was going to get an orgasm out of her. Feel it coursing through her body. Watch it flash through her eyes. I wanted to experience that pleasure with her. Aleaha struggled against me as I used only my fingers, lips, and tongue. I felt that she had a small orgasm because Aleaha settled down more content to lay back and let me do what I wanted.
Mostly using my fingers, I knew I was starting her towards a huge orgasm. Aleaha had a look of disbelief on her face that I loved. As the orgasm built, she twisted like a woman whose mind wants to avoid something that her body really, really, wants. As the orgasm approached its peak I needed to look in Aleaha’s eyes. I told her how lovely her eyes were. In most women an almost involuntary response makes a women show them to you. Aleaha didn't. She felt the orgasm coming and she didn't want to share it with me. I bit her on the nose. She turned to glare at me. Our eyes locked. Aleaha could no more have looked away than she could have jumped off a building and stopped falling in mid air.
As the orgasm passed through Aleaha’s eyes I had never felt so much emotion in a woman. Helplessness, vulnerability, it was as if I had seen a glimpse of her naked soul. I felt honored to be with her. It was as though it had been her first time. When I had entered Aleaha I hadn't had to breakthrough a hymen. Her vagina was experienced, snug, warm, and inviting. I settled into the practiced rhythm that would eventually bring my own orgasm. She laid back, interested only in kissing, cuddling, and being held. Aleaha knew I had not relieved myself and she was willing to let me do what I needed to do to achieve that release.
I wasn't done with her yet. I wanted to see that spark again. Aleaha realized what I was doing when the second orgasm began to grow. I could feel the adrenaline in her. She was going to participate this time. Her hands and lips began to work their magic and in spite of myself my orgasm began to build much faster than I had intended. I tried to hurry Aleaha’s orgasm along. She caught and held my eyes. I couldn't have looked away if I had wanted to. Aleaha’s orgasm crested, I could hold mine no longer. I caught and held the spark in Aleaha’s eyes; Aleaha caught and held the spark in mine.
Such a thing had never happened to me before, though god knows my tutors and I had tried. To tune such things so perfectly was a rare gift. I had never felt so close to a woman, so joined to a woman. I collapsed on top of Aleaha. My skin touching hers head to toe, feeling Aleaha’s breath on my skin. I felt Aleaha’s heart beating against mine. I could have laid there forever. Still a man knows his duty. This woman needed to be kissed and cuddled, not to mention be able to breathe.
I pushed myself up and started in. I was sucking on one of her nipples when Aleaha grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up so that my eyes were level with hers. In an incredibly regal tone she asked “Exactly how long do you need to rest before we can do that again?” I smiled, kissed the end of her nose and said “you have to feed me first”
Just for a moment she looked at me as though she had been slapped. Then she looked in my eyes and realized I wasn’t being disrespectful, I was just hungry. Aleaha smiled. “I think we can handle that,” she said.
Aleaha was by far the most amazing woman I had ever made love to. I really like women. I like the way they look. I like the way they smell. I like the way they feel. I love to watch them remove their clothes. I love to help them remove their clothes. I have no problem expressing the pleasure that a women is giving me. When I would give a woman an orgasm and see that orgasm flash through her eyes, it would give me as much pleasure as my own orgasm would give me.
Aleaha was as beautiful as any women I had ever met. A very pleasant face, long well cared for hair, large perfectly formed breasts, a magnificently toned almost muscular physique. Physically, Aleaha was the most ideal lover you could ever find
Before I boarded the star transport I was given a presentation on all the wonderful amenities it provided. The luxury star transport had the finest restaurants, incredibly inviting lounges with the most unbelievably talented bar tenders, areas for dancing, listening to concerts, theaters featuring the finest entertainers from all the three spheres.
By far the best show was going on in my cabin with the participants the only audience. We ate all our meals in my cabin. Aleaha slept with me in my cabin and when she occasionally went back to her own cabin, she arranged for me to have a personal trainer [always a man] to help me learn exercises to make me more limber. I knew Aleaha had maids in her cabin because when she had something delivered to my cabin, as Aleaha turned; a very pretty head would peak around her to get a look at me before the door closed.
Our days were mostly spent making love, but there was more. I was constantly trying new foods. Foods I had never heard of, some of which were quite good. We even found a few foods from my home planet Cocuru that Aleaha had never tried. We listened to songs that Aleaha liked, songs that I liked, and even found a few songs we both liked. We danced, we laughed, we made love.
Every night we slept together naked like two spoons with my arms around Aleaha. Softly talking to each other before sleep came, Aleaha would tell me about places she had gone, people she had met, the endless round of parties, and balls, and formal events of which her life was made. I told Aleaha about the places I had gone, the people I had met, and the creatures I had done battle with. Eventually I would realize I was talking to a woman who was asleep. I would let myself fall asleep to the rhythm of her breathing, thinking I was living in a dream. I felt that we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. Aleaha made me whole when I had never before known I was incomplete. For the first time in my life I