Ask her to remove her top?

John is amazed at how talented T'Pol is with her hand, assuming she didn't have much experience with handjobs. It felt amazing as she pumped him fast for a while, then loosened her grip briefly to rub his swollen cock head. He knew he could cum at any moment, but he was so horny, he wanted it to go further.

"Could you take off your top for me?" he asked.

T'Pol stopped stroking him and turned to him, her eyebrow raised.

"Why?" she asked.

"It feels great, and I'm sure I will orgasm eventually," he lied, being practically on the brink already. "But I just think it would go faster with a little... visual stimulation."

He was hoping he was sounding logical, when all he wanted to do was see her amazing, firm titties.

"Very well," T'Pol said, her face perhaps flushing a little more. She reached down and pulled her tight, sweaty undershirt up and over her head. Her amazing, tanned, very firm and very shapely tits came into view. They had small brown areolas and nipples and those nipples were very erect.

She turned back to what she was doing, and began to stroke his cock some more. He watched her hand and her breasts underneath her arm she she jerked him off. She leaned in closer, whether unconsciously or not, so that one of her breasts was very close to his cock; slowly, slowly getting closer. When his swollen cock head actually brushed against one of her nipples, he started to cum.

His first hot stream coated her hard nipple and the rest shot out over her hand. It was a long orgasm, the best in his life and he was amazed at the amount of cum he produced. When he finished finally, she let go of his still rock-hard cock and cleaned him off with a cloth. Then she cleaned off her tits.

"Do you feel any better?"

"Yes," he replied. "I think so." The orgasm had felt amazing of course, and he couldn't help but stare at her amazing tits as she sat there, topless. He actually could start to feel some sensation coming back into his body and legs, though he was still incredibly horny. After a few minutes, he was able to move again, but it was decided it would be best if he remain in bed for a few hours.

T'Pol nodded and tried to go back to her research on what was causing this phenomenon, but it was obvious to John that she wasn't get much accomplished. In typical Vulcan fashion however she would not give in and would not deign to ask for help or complain about the fever. John watched her work however, she she was fidgeting and sweating profusely. Her erect nipples stuck out through the wet material of her skimpy undershirt. She would stop now and then and wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck, and every once in a while her hand would linger on her chest above her breasts. Then she would shake her head and try to get back to work studying the cause of the fever.

John fell asleep soon after and had a short, deep, dreamless sleep. He awoke about two hours later. T'Pol was no longer at the table. She was sitting on her cot, breathing heavily, legs crossed underneath her, attempting to meditate. She noticed him awaken.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm alright," he said, sitting up. Truth be told he was hornier than ever, and the sight of her sitting there, drenched in sweat made his hard cock throb. "How about you?"

She looked pained. "I am not faring well," she said. Her body was trembling.

"Maybe..." John said. "Maybe you should, you know, relieve yourself too."

"No!!" she said, losing control for a moment. "This is a fever of the mind. The mind can be controlled. I should be able to control these... urges."