3 comments/ 21849 views/ 0 favorites Micca Ch. 01 By: Goldie Munro She felt the sensations on her nipples; she could feel the push on her pussy. Oh, she was wet and needy, she wanted to feel anyone, anything, push its way inside her and fuck her. The ripples through her body were increasing. She felt something big and hard enter her. Yes, she thought, this is what I want! Fuck me! Make me cum! Micca bucked and writhed and came. When her breathing had eased and the spasms had stopped, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the Sex-Sym. Micca watched with some trepidation as her ship, Celestial Copus, moved closer and closer to Glia5’s docking bays. She had an uneasy feeling about this job and couldn’t shake it. Why had she accepted it? Well she knew why – credits. A few more passenger jobs like this and she would be able to trade in her 50 year old ship for a newer model and begin taking on longer transportation jobs. Then she would really be able to show those puffed up, big headed, swaggering thrust ship captains just what she was made of! A beep from her com unit startled her back to reality. She flicked a switch and said, ‘Go ahead Glia5.’ ‘Captain Traquair, this is Commander Crag of Glia5 Docking Sector 7. What is your status?’ ‘Fully prepared for docking Commander Crag.’ ‘Ok, docking bay 25 is vacant. Make your way there and sign in once docking procedures are complete.’ ‘Will do, Commander. Over and out,’ Micca flicked her com unit switch to off, called up her map of Docking Sector 7 and plotted her course. Thirty minutes later she was docked, signed in and had permission to dock for 48 hours. She really didn’t need that long but it was always better to be on the safe side – just in case! Now she had to check her mail. She tapped her code into her com unit and waited for the stream of mail to appear. She glanced quickly through the spam for the…ah there it was ‘Passenger Transportation –Instructions.’ She clicked the mail open and began to read. Good, she thought, all was still as planned. She would take her two passengers on board tomorrow evening so she had plenty of time to prepare. She was just about to sign out of mail when a message caught her eye…it was from Llyr Sommers! ‘So how is the sexiest Thrust Captain this side of God’s Own Planet?’ she read, ‘I heard through the data-vine you were planning a visit. Give me a call.’ Godammit! She thought, just what I need! But she couldn’t disguise the fact that secretly she was thrilled that Llyr was here. Why had he contacted her now? He would quiz her, get all her plans from her and laugh at her but she had to admit that the thought of seeing him again made her pulse beat faster. She and Llyr had been in flight school together. She was the only woman to take the Thrust Ship qualification and Llyr was one of the few students who hadn’t tried to get into her flysuit! Oh, he had teased and humiliated her like the rest of them about the fact that she was ‘a little girl in a man’s world’ but she could take it from him some how – he seemed to tease her in a more gentle way. She had always been attracted to his dark good looks and his confident manner but she had made a decision not to get involved with any of the other flight students and had stuck to it. Now, however, she had been in business for herself for nearly two years while the rest of her peers were struggling up the corporate ladders, had stacked up quite a few credits in the bank and felt much more confident about herself. She would call Llyr – she was really interested to find out what he was doing here. Last she had heard he was captain of the Outmine Com. Ship Scarlet Dragon and was somewhere in the asteroid mines off Bieto. She shook her head with a laugh and switched of the com unit and all the other unessential functions of her ship. She stepped out of her dirty, stained flysuit and into the shower. While washing she examined herself in the full length mirror. Did Llyr really think she was sexy or was he just teasing her again? She twisted round to see her back and ass – well not too bad, still not sagging. She turned to face the mirror and ran her hands over her breasts and stomach – her breasts were full and her stomach rounded – voluptuous was the word that came to mind. She was petite, only 5ft2, which accounted for some of her timidity, but it also, conversely, made her all the more determined to be a strong independent woman. She may be little but she was no girl! She laughed again as she turned side on and struck a pouting nudie girl pose. Godammit she had to stop being so self conscious, she was a sexy woman! Months of being cooped up alone in Celestial Copus wearing nothing but her unflattering flysuit had turned her into a frump. Well, tonight the bars of Glia5 Sector 7 were in for a surprise! After her shower Micca made all the final preparations for the trip she was about to make. All the supplies were aboard and she had made the rather cramped living quarters of Celestial Copus as welcoming as possible. This was the first time she had taken passengers on board. She normally took supplies and equipment to the mines and exploration sites of Glia5’s furthest out moons. She enjoyed her solitary work but she was getting bored with the routine and there was more and more work coming up for longer haul transportations to Bieto and Marda and she wanted to explore. To do that she needed a new ship, however, as Celestial Copus was not built for long haul. So, she had decided to take some passengers as it paid mega credits and hopefully before too long she would have Celestial Copus 2! She was proud of the fact that she was her own boss, it didn’t have the kudos of being a captain for some of the larger companies but she didn’t care about that – she could do as she pleased. With the final preps done she switched on the com unit and tapped in Llyrs number, it crackled with electronic noise for a few seconds then Llyrs voice came through startlingly clear. ‘Well, well! If it isn’t Miss Traquair! Oh, sorry, Thrust Captain Traquair I should say!’ Micca heard him chuckle, ‘So, up for a bit of R & R Captain?’ ‘Hello, Llyr. As a matter of fact I am!’ She heard him hesitate – had she taken him off guard? ‘Alright! That’s what I like to hear – meet me in Sam’s in an hour?’ ‘Ok. See you there,’ and with that Micca flicked off the com unit. Now, she thought, what am I going to wear? Micca made her way to her sleeping quarters and slid open her closet door. In front of her were numerous flysuits of different colours and ages and right at the end a small collection of what was called ‘off ship’ clothes. Not much to choose from but she pulled them out and held them up, one by one, in front of the mirror. She eventually chose a gown of shimmering green-blue, it was a little risqué but it brought her eyes to life and complemented her blonde hair. She put it on – wow, she thought, I have been in flysuits too long! Immediately her eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone. The gown, which was soft and flowing, was low cut at front and back, with a side slit right up to the thigh – it was definitely a no underwear dress! Shit! She thought. Where am I going to put my stun gun? After a few minutes searching she found a silver chain belt, slung it across her hips and attached her stun gun to it. Ok, it spoilt the look a little but she went nowhere without her gun – it was a necessity in a world with few women. ‘Ok, Glia5,’ Micca said out loud to her reflection in the mirror, ‘here I come!’ Micca Ch. 02 When Micca arrived at the entertainment parc of Sector 7, some of her anxiety returned. She stepped out of the hover-train and into the middle of a bustling rotunda. She stood still for a few minutes to take stock; to take in her surroundings and to watch the people go past. People – mostly men but to her surprise quite a few women too - walked here and there, some stood chatting in groups or sat at the pavement bars eating and drinking. Sector 7’s entertainment parc was frequented by the flyers, the docking bay and cargo workers. There was always a smattering of Ulldonians, the only other species the Glian authorities did business with and allowed ‘on world.’ The artificial sky above was a luxurious dark blue, with Glia5’s night sky projected perfectly in all its glory. The street lights cast a soft golden hue over everything and soothed her rattled nerves a little. She pulled herself together and crossed the rotunda towards the side street where she would find Sam’s Bar and Grill. She strode confidently with her head held high, looking straight at her goal, unaware of the many glances she was attracting. She also would have blushed furiously if she had known how many cocks she had made twitch in their pants! She pushed open the door to Sam’s and entered the noisy bar. She was glad she had worn her gown as she looked around her. Sam’s had certainly gone upmarket since she was last here! Dark wooden tables and chairs seemed to have been thrown willy nilly into the space, the upholstery was of a ruby velvet and there was gilt ornamentation every where. Christ, there were even candles on the tables! A little man, not much taller than Micca, dressed in a black and white checked suit with a crimson bow tie, approached her with a leer. Micca took a step back. ‘Can I show Madam to a table?’ Micca laughed to herself. Madam? What the hell was going on here? ‘Em…Thank you but I’m meeting someone.’ Micca strained her neck and stood on tiptoe, trying to see if Llyr was here already. ‘Tell me the gentleman’s name and I will see if he is here, Madam.’ The man’s bow tie bobbed up and down as he spoke. Micca bridled at his assumption that she was meeting a man but then the odds did bear that out! ‘I’m meeting Captain Sommers,’ she replied. ‘Ah, of course Madam. Captain Sommers is here. Let me show you the way. Follow me!’ Micca followed the funny little man through the crowd of tables to some booths at the back of the room. She could see Llyr sitting in one, examining the menu. He didn’t seem to have changed a bit! His dark hair was still cut short, his frame still powerful and arresting. They stopped at his table. ‘Captain Sommers, your guest has arrived.’ The man made a quick bow, and then scurried off. Llyr looked up from the menu and could not hide the surprise on his face. ‘Micca?’ He stood up and extended his hand to her. ‘Micca…? He asked again taking hold of her hand and looking her up and down. ‘What’s the matter Llyr? Has two years made so much difference to me?’ Micca asked, a little taken aback. His puzzled look disappeared and he threw his head back and gave a throaty laugh. ‘God almighty woman, I’ll say!’ ‘What? What is it…?’ Micca stammered, she was feeling her anxiety rise again. ‘Let’s just say you look a hell of a different out of a flysuit! And that dress! Do you want every man in Sector 7 cumming in his pants?’ Micca reddened, shook off his hand and sat down quickly. ‘I don’t know what you mean. It’s a little low cut but it’s a perfectly acceptable off- ship dress!’ She hissed at him. He sat down too, still laughing. ‘It would be my dear, if it wasn’t translucent!’ ‘What? You mean…’ ‘Yes – maybe it’s just this light but…lets just say you maybe should have worn underwear!’ ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ ‘Micca,’ Llyr’s tone softened, ‘don’t worry! You look stunning. I don’t think I would have recognised you! Relax, you’ll have brightened up many a grey day and you have certainly made mine!’ He took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze. ‘It is good to see you again!’ Micca felt herself calming at his touch. She managed a smile. ‘Really? Well it’s good to see you too! I thought you were off on a trip to Bieto. Why are you here? How have you been? What have you been up to?’ Llyr chuckled again, ‘You haven’t changed that much! Still the twenty questions! There will be plenty of time for that – lets order some wine, eat some food and then talk shop. Ok?’ Micca felt his dark eyes on her face, his broad grin lit up his face. ‘Ok but I haven’t had off-ship food for months so I stand back, clear the table and bring it on!’ They ate and drunk a hearty meal. Micca gave herself up to the taste sensations which came her way; fresh food prepared perfectly and glorious Glian wine. The wine was heady and she soon felt herself relaxed and enjoying Llyr's company. He was a lively dinner companion as he explained the changes Sam’s had undergone from a fairly ordinary bar and grill to what was now a themed restaurant. It was trying to create a ‘Belle Epoch’ atmosphere from the 19th century. It was all the rage, apparently, on ‘God’s Own Planet’ as Llyr always called Earth. He always mocked the arrogant assumption that Earth was the ‘Chosen’ planet and that her replicas throughout the galaxy were of little worth. ‘I like it!’ said Micca, ’Kind of grand but cosy at the same time!’ ‘You could say that! I feel comfortable here. Aston, the owner, the man in the checked suit, is an old friend of mine, so I come here often.’ ‘He’s the owner?’ Micca asked incredulously. ‘Yes!’ Llyr laughed, ‘Don’t let that little frame fool you – he is a powerful man.’ Micca shook her head in disbelief. ‘Well, it just goes to show you shouldn’t judge a ship by its hull!’ ‘You, of all people, should know that Micca.’ Llyr said softly. Micca felt herself redden but laughed and changed the subject. ‘So are you ever going to tell me what you’ve been up to?’ She felt Llyr’s eyes on her face again. ‘Of course but first we dance!’ Ten minutes later she was laughing uncontrollably as she and Llyr tried to follow the hologram dancers in ‘The Ballroom’ which had been created at the back of Sam’s. They were apparently trying to dance a ‘waltz’, and simple though the holographs made it look, they weren’t getting the hang of it. Micca could feel Llyrs hand resting on her waist, could feel its warmth through the thin material of her gown and although it felt good she felt a little uncomfortable too. ‘Let’s sit down! People are staring at us,’ Micca laughed. ‘Mmm, think that’s more to do with your dress than our lousy dancing,’ whispered Llyr in her ear. ‘Space Hog!’ Micca hissed at him but they made their way back to the relative quiet of the restaurant tables. Once back at their table Llyr ordered some more wine and said, ‘Ok, so you want to know what I’ve been up to? Well, I ‘m afraid I can’t tell you much.’ Micca looked at him. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked. ‘Just that, Micca. I was given Captainship of Scarlet Dragon 9months ago and have been doing the odd trip to Bieto but something else has come up which I can’t tell you about. It means I will probably be gone for a time.’ ‘Gone? I don’t understand! We flyers are always gone!’ ‘Don’t I know it!’ he smiled, ‘This is different. I’m going intersolar.’ Micca’s glass stopped half way to her mouth. ‘Intersolar? But, Llyr…’ ‘Micca,’ he interrupted her, ‘I’ve told you all I can, more than I should but once I knew you were coming to Glia5…I don’t know I just wanted to see you and tell you so you wouldn’t…Oh I don’t know!’ Micca couldn’t believe it! Llyr Sommers stumped for words? ‘So I wouldn’t worry? Think you had disappeared? Gone renegrade? Christ, Llyr this isn’t making much sense to me. Are you still working for Outmine Com?’ ‘This was a mistake,’ Llyr rubbed his chin with his hand. ‘Micca I can’t tell you, but just don’t worry ok?’ ‘Why did you think I would?’ She looked defiantly into those dark eyes which were staring back into hers and saw straight into his soul. It made her shiver – could she have seen what she thought she saw? Was Llyr in love with her? And just as importantly, was she in love with him? Micca Ch. 03 'Listen – stay right there. I have to go see Aston.' Llyr stood up and walked across the restaurant to a door marked 'Private'. Micca was glad he had left her alone. There was so much going on in her head, she couldn't think and it wasn't just the wine making her giddy. She had looked into his eyes and seen love – there was no mistaking it. Had he also seen the same in hers? Oh, God, she thought have I fallen in love with a man I may never see again? That's why he had called her to see her again before he went...Who knows where! The irony of having Llyr Sommers in love with her but leaving her life as quickly as he had come into it again was so typical! She gave a bitter laugh, pulled up her shoulders, held her head high and thought, C'est la fucking vie! She poured herself some more wine and drank it greedily. A little voice inside was saying, No Micca! You must have a clear head for tomorrow! But she ignored it, drained the glass and poured another. She leant back on the plush velvet padding of the booth and closed her eyes. A myriad of thoughts flitted through her mind; her past; her present...her future? 'Micca? Are you ok?' Llyr's voice was softly calling her. She smiled then opened her eyes. 'Hi,' she giggled, 'More wine Cap'n?' Llyr laughed. 'Sure! Looks like I have some catching up to do!' He poured some wine and then took hold of her hand. He's been doing that a lot tonight, she thought. He cleared his throat. 'Micca, don't take this the wrong way but could we go somewhere more private? Maybe I can explain a bit more to you without fear of being overheard.' Micca's brain suddenly jolted awake. Somewhere private? Don't take it the wrong way? Overheard? She was beginning to get the feeling she was in one of those old cloak and dagger ROMs her father used to like watching so much. But she was intrigued and as far as she was concerned right now she wished he did want to see her in private for the wrong kind of way. 'Micca? Are you sure you are ok? 'I'm fine, Llyr – it's all just a bit mysterious!' 'I know. I'm sorry. Please let me explain?' 'Ok, but it had better be good!' To Micca's surprise Llyr led her to a small spiral staircase that rose up from the entrance to the Ballroom. She didn't say anything but just kept walking. She had assumed that Llyr would take her to some swanky off ship hotel or even to his ship. He took a large golden key from his pocket and opened a door at the end of a narrow corridor. Micca gasped when she saw the inside of the room. It was dark, lit only by candles in sconces on the walls. Two leather armchairs sat facing each other in front of what looked like an unrestricted fire. In the corner of the room partially hidden in shadow was an enormous bed with drapes and canopies of the same ruby velvet that adorned the chairs downstairs. 'What the...?' Micca started but Llyr led her to a chair and said, 'Sit down, Micca. I told you not to take this the wrong way.' He laughed gently. 'Aston wanted to recreate a 'Belle Epoch' club as faithfully as possible! You could order private rooms to fulfil any fancy I believe! This one is quiet and safe.' 'Safe? Why do you have to be safe? Llyr you're scaring me!' Micca stood up. Llyr sighed. 'I'm sorry, Micca. I should never have spoken to you but now I have there is no going back. I'll tell you everything as long as you promise to tell no one else. I'm going to trust you Micca as I have trusted no one else.' The gravity of his voice and the seriousness of his look made Mica sit back down. 'Ok, Llyr. Tell me and I can only give you my word that I will tell no one.' Llyr sat opposite her and the flickering of the fire made shadows play across his face. 'Yes, I am still working for Outmine Com. But I am being sent to Earth .' Micca's mouth opened to speak but he held up his hand, 'Please, Micca, let me finish.' Micca scowled but shrugged her shoulder and he continued. 'On my last trip but one, on my way to Bieto's moon Toleth, I discovered a spatial anomaly. At first we weren't sure what it was but the Scarlet Dragon's computer diagnosed it as a wormhole. Wormholes have been found before, I know, but we don't have the capacity to explore them so we leave them alone, but, this one is different. Something is coming out of it and we don't know what. Some kind of matter, inorganic as far as we can tell, but still something is issuing from out of that hole. When I got back to Glia5 and made my report all hell broke loose, as you can imagine. My ship was swarming with Outmine and Glian officials. We were quarantined, swabbed, x-rayed the lot, but nothing untoward was found. On the last trip to Toleth we took samples of the particles being emitted from the hole and I have to take them to Earth to give my report and have them tested. The authorities are naturally worried shitless about what this could mean' Micca let all that Llyr said sink in. Then she said, 'But why you? Why do you have to go?' 'Orders,' he said simply. 'Do you want to go?' Micca asked. Llyr smiled. 'Yes...and no.' Micca returned his smile. 'The yes I can understand! Llyr you are getting to go to Earth! I would give my right arm and more to be able to go to Earth! But the no...I'm not quite sure I understand that!' Llyr looked at her. 'I'm not sure I do either. But I understand this, Micca, from the moment I was ordered to Earth I knew I had to see you and explain.' He looked her straight in the eye. 'Have you ever thought of me in the past two years?' Micca had to look away. What could she say? She couldn't lie at a time like this. She looked back at him. 'Many times, Llyr. More than you can imagine.' Llyr stood up and started pacing the room. He stopped behind her chair and grabbed the back of it. 'I have thought about you every day since I first saw you enter the lecture theatre at fight school. You were so aloof and contained! You took the jibes and the sneers! You never seemed to let those guys rattle you! You worked so hard, were so dedicated. I was in awe of you Micca. Still am.' Micca felt her breathing quicken. She leant back her head to look at him. 'What are you saying, Llyr?' She felt his hands slide down to her shoulders. 'I love you, Micca. It would have been better unsaid, left alone. I've just made things worse, for both of us. What was I thinking about?' He removed his hands and began pacing the room again. Micca struggled to think straight. He was going away, but he loved her. She loved him. They could at least have one night together couldn't they? One night to keep them warm through the cold, cold vacuum of space? 'Do you want to fuck me?' Her words stopped him dead. 'What?' 'Do you want to fuck me?' she repeated 'Micca, that's not what...' 'I know that's not what you had in mind but answer the question.' Llyr knelt down by her chair and stroked her cheek. 'And what good would that do?' he asked gently. 'Well, it would give us something to remember.' Micca took hold of his hand and kissed it. Llyr laughed softly, 'Just when I think I have you figured out... Come here!' He pulled her up and took her in his arms. 'Captain Traquair, I would like nothing more than to...make love to you.' 'Oh, so you do want to fuck me then!' Micca laughed. Micca Ch. 04 He took her by the arms and moved her towards the fire. ‘Here. Stand here in front of the light. I want to remember you like this. The flickering light from the fire shone through her dress, outlining her body, the gown was completely transparent. ‘Do you have any idea how long it is since I’ve been with a woman?’ He asked. ‘Probably not as long as it is since I’ve been with a man!’ Micca laughed. ‘If it wasn’t for my ship’s Sex-Sym I think I would have forgotten what to do.’ Llyr laughed too and took a step towards her. ‘Let’s take our time then. We have all night,’ he said. ‘First of all though, Micca, take off your gun!’ She giggled and undid the belt that was holding her stun gun and threw it to the floor. Micca could feel desire rippling through in her body; her nipples were already erect and pushing out the fabric of her dress, the softness of the material gently rubbing them with each breath she took. Llyr put both his hands behind her head and entwined his fingers in her hair. He bent and kissed her forehead, then kissed her eyelids, her nose and finally her lips. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue but he had already moved to her neck. He turned her around and slowly kissed the nape of her neck, and moving down onto his knees, kissed down her exposed spine to where her dress began again just above her buttocks. Little shivers of pleasure were running through her body with the delight of it all, and the anticipation. She closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by his kisses. He turned her around to face him again and whilst kissing her shoulders slid the straps of her dress down her arms. With no purchase the dress slid quickly to the floor and she stood completely naked. She could feel her clit throbbing and the wetness trickle from her pussy to the top of her thighs. ‘Llyr, I…’ ‘Shh, Micca, don’t speak.’ Leaving her standing there naked, Llyr removed his jacket, shirt and trousers. Micca could see the bulge of his cock through the tight fabric of his shorts and again she felt the wetness trickle from her. He gently took her breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth to her aching nipples. She gasped at his first touch of them, his warm, soft tongue sending a myriad of sexual impulses through her body and all of them connecting at her clit. He got on his knees again and slowly kissed down to her navel, licking her belly button as his hands massaged her buttocks. ‘Micca, you are as beautiful as I imagined you would be,’ he said quietly, ‘Sit down.’ Micca did as Llyr asked and sat on one of the chairs, the leather felt cool to the heat of her pussy and she felt the slick wetness of her juices spread onto the chair. Kneeling in front of her Llyr took one leg, and then the other and hooked them over the arms of the chair. Her legs were wide apart, she felt her swollen lips part and expose her engorged clit; again she felt a trickle of wetness ooze from her pussy. He slowly kissed her thighs moving closer and closer to her throbbing, slick, open pussy. ‘I wish you could see what I can see,’ Llyr said, ‘It’s so sexy!’ With that he touched the opening to her cunt with one finger and it was instantly covered in her wetness. He slowly slid his finger up to her clit, circled it once and then made his way back to her cunt. He continued to do this, softly and slowly, sliding his finger from her cunt to her clit, over and over again. Micca couldn’t believe the feelings he was producing in her – this gentleness of touch was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had. She had never felt so wet, never felt her clit so hard, her lips so swollen, never wanted something not to stop so much! ‘Oh God, Llyr,’ she managed to whisper, ‘What are you doing to me? This is amazing!’ ‘I’m worshipping your body, Micca, and giving it the pleasure it deserves. Your body demands that I worship it – it demands to have time spend on it.’ ‘I’m certainly not going to argue with you,’ Micca groaned. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips forward on the chair. ‘Now, my tongue,’ and keeping up the same gentle pressure and slow rhythm, he replaced his finger with his tongue. Micca’s body was in raptures. Her pussy lips felt huge, like they were new parts of her body, and her clit felt enormous and all they wanted was to be gently stroked like this forever. Llyr’s body and mind were also in raptures – he had dreamt of making love to Micca for years and here he was with her sweet, swollen cunt in his mouth. It was so wet, so soft, so delicious! His cock was rock solid but he knew that he wanted to be patient, he had waited so long for this he did not want a quick fuck with Micca, especially if this was their one and only night together…he continued to lap at Micca’s pussy but when his tongue touched the opening to her cunt he inserted his tongue in, just a bit. He probed her tight little hole almost imperceptibly, mere pressure really, delighting in its hot little folds. He felt her tense, felt her push her pussy onto his mouth, knowing that she wanted more and knowing that he could give her much more! But there was plenty of time. He quickly inserted his tongue into Micca’s cunt as far as it would go then moved from her pussy. She moaned loudly at the desertion but he moved to kiss her mons, her navel, her tits, her neck and finally found her lips. Her mouth opened and greedily they accepted each others tongues, saliva mingling with cunt juice as they kissed passionately for the very first time. ‘Llyr – I feel incredible! I’m so horny – I want to fuck your fucking arse off!’ Micca said as she pulled away from his mouth. Llyr laughed, took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. ‘That, my dear Captain Traquair, can be arranged!’