Take her on the beach

All your life you've had to put up with beautiful women ignoring you because of factors that you had no control over. It was not your choice to be raised at the Institute, it wasn't your choice to smarter than all your classmates (and teachers too). It certainly was not your intention to reach the age of 22 without once making love to a woman, but it had been girls just like Ensign Smith and Lt. Williams who had made your life miserable.

You thought once you were an officer in the UTF Navy that girls would start to give you some respect, but apparently even a navy nerd is still just a nerd to pretty women. Not even when you were recognized as a hero did you have any better luck. Some of that you knew was your fault for lacking the social skills needed to impress young women you tried to meet at bars and dances, but it wasn't all your fault.

You had just saved this woman's life! How had she put it? 'Flown your ass off' to bring this badly damage spaceship through a thick atmosphere and make an emergency landing on a strip of sand no longer than a kilometer in length. Did this stuck up little snot even consider thanking you?

"I don't need to kill my damn crew to take what I want!" You growled into Smith's blonde hair as your hand slid between her breasts to find the zip to her flight-suit. "But what I do need is some g-**** respect from my own engineer." Smith is so stunned by your sudden assertion of power that the zipper slides all the way down her torso before she finds the words to protest.

"No! Stop. What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you who is in charge of this fucked-up disaster scenario." You laugh as you squeeze her full tits through the black elastic fabric of the fleet-issue bra. "And I'm doing it the only way that seems to make any sense to a sex-starved little minx like you."

That brought out another round of fierce struggling under you, but by now you've established that physically as well as intellectually you are more than a match for her. In fact by the time she collapses in exhaustion under you the second time you have pulled the grey jump-suit off her shoulders and pushed up her bra so her breasts are now pressed into the hot sands of this tropical fucking island.

"Oh God, no!" You are amused by Smith's old-fashioned appeal to a divine being. That wasn't anything she learned at the Institute, but it doesn't change the fact that with her flightsuit pulled down to her knees the pretty young engineer has only her panties between her pussy and your hands.

You have not forgotten how hot it had been to listen to this bitch rubbing one off in her bunk, nor her reaction to your hard-on when she woke. This might very well end your career with the UTF Navy, but you doubt it, you've heard of more than one captain selecting two or three ensigns to be assigned to them as (very) personal attendants, and none of those officers were ever court-martialed. Smith squeals is surprise as you shove the flightsuit the rest of the way to her ankles and climb between her now spread legs.

"Lets see if all this wrestling has gotten you nice and wet for me?" You chuckle into her ear knowing that less than five minutes ago she had worked herself into an orgasm. There was no doubt in your mind she'd be nice and juicy whether your forceful mastery of her had excited her or not. Still you are pleasantly surprised to find fresh juices dripping from a neatly trimmed pussy.

"You like this, don't you." You demanded in response to her long moan when your fingers slide under the waistband of her black panties to find her clit. "You like it when a man spreads you open and reminds you of what it means to be a woman."