Lighting up an Aurora

"And that's how I learned a valuable lesson to never disconnect the anti-matter field diverter before cleansing the fuel rods. I spent the next week glowing green."

The end of your comic tale catches Aurora in the middle of an ill-timed drink. The short-stack chokes on the swig of her Red Giant before breaking out into raucous laughter.

"PFFFFFTTttttt! Hahaha! Oh my stars, that actually happened?" Your companion shudders in a fit of giggles. "I-I've never *weeze* heard of that! A whole week? You must have been the talk of the station!"

You nod, taking another drink yourself. "Yeah. The manuals all say that it should work fine, but apparently the tech running Mu before me failed to log anywhere that he had re-routed the matrix ejection protocol in the computer. I haven't trusted anything on this station that I didn't rebuild myself since."

It was proving to be a wonderful evening. The playful banter between you and Aurora had been going on for quite some time now, and any hesitation you had slipped away several drinks ago. Instead, the two of you spent the time trading war stories of your days locked in the mechanical trenches of your careers. Aurora had had her own fair share of mishaps, but none of them were so messy.

"Stars Michael, that was a riot." Aurora placed her once again empty glass down at the table before turning to signal Julian for another beverage.

"Sure your up for another? You want to be able to walk home don't you?"

Aurora turns to you and sticks out her tongue. "Let a girl live a little. This is the first real **** I've had in over six months." Julian saunters over and places yet another beverage in front of her. Aurora beams up at him. "Why thank you Julian. At least some people know how to treat a lady." The bartender shakes his head smiling before walking off, leaving you alone with you once again. Aurora turns back to you, taking another long sip as she locks eyes. "Plus, I've got a big, strong man to take care of me tonight." Her voice is playful, yet you detect a underlying current of desire. Under the table you feel a foot start to rub against your leg.

Now it's your turn to **** on your drink. Aurora just grins.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Chief?" Her voice tinges ever more sultry as she continues. "Can't have you dying on me now. I feel like I've been trying all week to get your attention."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Come on Mike, nobody's that dense. I've seen the way you look at these since the moment I got off the ship." Aurora reaches up and cups her two large breasts. She lets out a playful moan, rubbing them together in a wonderful show that makes you tingle in all the right ways. "I tend to agree, they are my best features. And all that work I put in to show them off for you! Getting them all nice and close to you, all the extra bouncing!" She lets them go, and they bob so wonderfully against gravity in her skin tight jumpsuit. "Seriously, do you know how mind numbingly dull it got Prosperity? No booze, no company, no sex."

"Please, a engineer like you with all those robots?" You smirk. "I doubt you couldn't keep yourself entertained."

"It's not the same!" Aurora pouts. "There's no passion! No fun! Sure a girl can fly solo, but there's a big difference between a cold robot dildo and a real...hot...thick...cock." Your erection surges in your suit as she speaks, throbbing with each sultry, drawn out word that slips from her luscious lips. " And if that's not enough, I'm an engineer. I'm very good with my hands."

Stars above. You set out for an evening with a cute little kitten found yourself in a lion's den.

Several drink and a great deal more teasing later, you find yourself walking a sloshed lioness back to her lair. Thankfully your extra body mass has allowed you to hold you liquor just a bit better than your short companion. Aurora has given up any pretense of propriety, and you thank heaven that there aren't more people out at this hour. What would the scuttlebutt on the station be like if you were seen like this?

The front of your date's jumpsuit is half unzipped, revealing a hefty view of her impressive cleavage and a cute bellybutton. The sheer pressure of her massive breasts against the front of her garment is all that prevents the poor fabric from slipping free in its entirety. That, and the fact that she's wrapped herself firmly around your arm, sandwiching it between her breasts, squeezing tight as you wobble awkwardly back to her room. Every corridor feels like it's a parsec long. With each step, Aurora rubs herself against you, the feeling of her skin hot on your flesh. Her rubbing intentionally threatens to draw your hand down inside her still clothed lower half. Your own body is on fire with desire. Every second is pure bliss. Every other pure ****.

Eventually you finally make it to her door. You shake your arm as best you can, trying to indicate to Aurora that you've arrived. Aurora opens her eyes and blearily looks at the door, then back up to you with a grin.

"See, I told you-*Hic*- told you I had a big strong man to take care -*Hic*- of me this evening." She squishes herself against you even harder. "Come inside."

The feeling of her soft body against yours is heavenly. It's all you can do to muster your willpower and try to pry her off. "Aurora, your drunk. It wouldn't be right." You finally manage to pry yourself free.

Aurora looks up at you and pouts, blowing a raspberry at you. "I wanted to fuck you before I was drunk! *Hic*" With all the self-control you can muster, you push open her door and usher her inside. Aurora begrudgingly enters. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine," she moans, shuffling her feet across the threshold. Then, she suddenly perks up, and a playful grin crosses her face. "Hold -*Hic*- hold on a second. Let me at least give you a present. Wait right there."

Your eyes narrow in suspicion, but before you can say anything to the contrary the door rapidly shuts in your face. You shut your eyes and sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your fingers. She was right there. Your arm still felt warm where Aurora pressed herself against you. The sight of her breasts stretching her closes danced in your mind. Your blood pounded. She clearly wanted you. Why was it so hard to be a gentleman?

The sound of the door opening again was immediately followed by Aurora.

"Michael! Catch!"

Before you can either open you eyes or react, a soft object thumps against your chest. Catching it, you open you eyes and look down at what was in your hands. It was Aurora's jumpsuit. The one she was just wearing. You look up.

Aurora stood there in the doorway, clothed in nothing but her birthday suit. Your eyes drank it all in greedily, like a starving animal finding a meal. Brown hair danced atop those two huge boobs that dwarfed her otherwise small frame. Pale red nipples reached skyward, as if begging for attention. Her skin, supple and fair, doused with just a bit of sweat. Her soft belly, bearing a small bit of pudge from her long voyage. The curve of her hips, though dwarfed by her chest, flaring out spectacularly below her waist. It's wonderful.

It's all you can do to tear your eyes away from the wonderful sight. You look up and meet her gaze. Aurora is giving your the best "come hither" smile she could muster. "Last chance, Chief. -*Hic*- Come on in and help a lonely girl jumpstart her motor."