Right here

It felt like if you didn’t leave the Observation Deck then the date was technically still ongoing, so you decided to prolong it if possible.

“Here’s fine,” you said, and Tina nodded. She waved for a Guardian.

“Bring me a size C receptacle from storage 9,” she told it, and the robot buzzed an affirmation and hovered away. You weren’t sure how long that task was going to take, but the doctor was wasting no time. She scooted her stool closer to yours, pulled down your waist band and you lifted yourself off the seat a little to let it all fall to the floor. Another helpful Guardian floated by, picked up your discarded clothing and folded it over its arm. It retreated behind you and stayed there like a futuristic coat rack.

You were mostly hard already and seeing this the Doctor glanced up at you with a small smile. One of her knees was between yours, almost touching , her skirt riding up just a bit. She wrapped her fingers around your cock and you shuddered at the electric feeling of her skin against yours, for the first time today. You didn’t realise how much you ached for her touch until now and it only took her a couple of strokes to get your erection raging. “So where were we?” she wondered, and you rolled your head forward. “What were we talking about?”

It was hard to comprehend her question with how wonderful you were suddenly feeling again. Tina’s soft, practiced hands were amazing, the precum already pouring out of you and she gathered it in each stroke until she was gliding up and down your shaft.

“Whuh…” you managed, just staring at her, watching the doctor with her model makeup and tumbling hair jerking your cock.

“Ah...we’re saving lives,” she said, picking up a thread of conversation you didn’t know was still dangingly. “Like superheroes,” added the doctor. You thought about this and had to laugh, which seemed to be the reaction Tina was going for. “Did you ever want to be a superhero?” she asked now. Images of capes and cowls were brought to mind, though you couldn’t picture yourself in any kind of colourful costume. You sighed, feeling a throb though your cock as McGee squeezed you at the base, particularly urging out a nice big bead of precum from you. You caught her licking her lips but didn’t mention it.

“Maybe when I was a kid,” you answered her instead, voice maintaining a level quality despite how good you felt. You suppressed a groan. “It would be cool to have powers and fly around or whatever but I think I pretty much grew out of it after highschool.”

Tina nodded at this but seemed deeply concentrated on your cock now, really working your length but still at a rather leisurely pace. The superhero question was typically not one that a person asked without having an answer of their own waiting. “What about you?” you offered.

She gave you a few more quiet strokes before looking up at you.

“I thought I did,” she said, tone conversational but marginally breathier. “I actually helped restore Wal-um..… The Flash’s speed after he lost it for a period.”

You eyebrows rose. You weren’t sure if you ever heard about such a thing but you knew Tina wouldn’t make this up. “I came up with a serum, sort of like a super speed steroid.” Her hand kept pace, occasionally she would pull down just a beat longer and it felt incredibly satisfying. “It worked and the Flash became faster than ever. I thought about trying it on myself at one point,” she admitted. “But it was unstable, and he wasn’t able to control it. It was a good thing he was able to purge himself via the Speedforce before he left a permanent trail of destruction behind.”

You had no idea what the Speedforce was. It was all a lot to take in, especially with the considerable amount of amazing sensation the doctor’s hand was applying to you. That seemed like a dark time and perhaps there was more to that story… McGee moved on though, brightening.

“When I met Diana I realised there could be... a different path,” she said, and the image of Wonder Woman returned to your head and you needed to take calming breaths lest your blood pressure got too high. “I thought maybe I could train my body the natural way,” she went on. “So I asked, and she accepted, and even took me to her island home to train me in the ways of the Amazon Warrior.” You were already conjuring up images of the so called training in your mind but Tina wasn’t done telling her story. Her strokes did get faster as she went on. “Themyscira is a lovely place,” she sighed. “And everyone there is… amazing.”

You had always wanted to visit that famed island where only fit warrior women resided. While Tina McGee wasn’t exactly the same kind of build, she was athletic and tall and probably as intimidating. “Diana was the most amazing,” Tina told you, and she moved in a bit closer, her legs touching yours. “I’m guessing you picked up on her teasing me last night,” she conceded, eyebrow raised. You blinked at her and offered a shrug. It was hard to form words with her wanking you so wonderfully. “Well we did get pretty close. Wonder Woman and I,” she added, to make sure there was no confusion for you. You swallowed. “She wasn’t my first...y’know… ‘lady friend’,” Tina went on. “I experimented in college. I found myself before that… but with Diana... mmm... hmmm…” The woman appeared to take a moment to reminisce, though she didn't’ close her eyes. Instead she looked down at your swollen, iron hard cock, biting her lip and putting in good effort into each mind fizzing stroke. “The things she knew how to do… the things she taught me about a woman’s body. I shiver just thinking back to those times.”

You shivered too and offered a groan, trying to agree. To indicate you were a good listener. She looked back up at you now, smiling warmly. “Is this good?” she asked.

“Yes...god yes…” you breathed, and the slight flush you saw in her cheeks made your heart leap.

“This she didn’t teach me about,” Tina said, talking about her technique. “There were things I taught Diana too. And other things we learned from each other.” At this point things turned a little more serious, but the sound of her rubbing your flesh still provided an absurd wet backing track. “I learned that I didn’t really want to become a superhero,” confessed the doctor. “It sounds like fun, but in reality is so much more complicated. So much more … everything. It’s not just the pressure… not just saving the world… Everything just seems to be heightened. Super, I guess.” There was a quiet moment of reflection, and all that could be heard was your breathing and her jerking. “The things Diana had to face and had to go through… I don’t think I could have handled them. But it was enough for me just to be there for her. She trusted me and… that was an incredible feeling on its own.”

You nodded, the incredible feelings welling up inside you too. “I was the first person she told about her condition,” she said. “Not Superman or Batman or Power Girl. She told me.” Her grip around you grew tighter, just the right amount, and the intensity of this handjob rose to another dizzying level. “She told me how she started viewing men as objects… knowing what they had to offer. She had heard about the disease spreading around the world. That cum addiction. And she realised she wanted the same thing those **** women she saw on the news wanted.”

“Oh fuck…” you groaned, feeling her other hand now on your balls. She tugged at the wrinkled skin with her fingers for a few seconds before she ended up massaging your nuts outright. The way she pulled down on your balls made you lock eyes with her. Her gaze was so vivid you couldn’t look away.

“She told me all about it… and asked me for help,” Tina said, a hint of pride in her breathy voice. “Can you believe it? A superhero, asking me for help. Wonder Woman. Asking for me… my friend. My… Wonder Woman…” The possessive timbre of her voice, along with her possession of your cock and balls, had you boiling over. You weren’t certain why she was telling you any of this. Was it to make you cum faster? Was it like a warning? It was hard to be cognizant of anything other than the building pressure and pleasure in your shaft. “God… I still remember how her pussy tastes…” she moaned.

And that did you. The first spurt shot high and hot, almost straight up and down with barely an arc. It splattered on her wrists and hands and your lap and her skirt but she didn’t let you make much more of a mess than that. You hadn’t even noticed the Guardian that had returned and was standing patiently next to the pair of you. McGee dropped your pair to grab the receptacle from Gene Roddenberry, squeezing the tip of your throbbing head, then let you loose the rest of your massive load straight into the shaped glass.

It felt incredible to blow after such a long day and hearty build up. Tina’s strokes were perfectly timed, milking you for pulse after thick pulse of semen, filling that flask with the sticky white substance. The waves of ecstacy made your entire body feel soft, apart from your still rock hard erection even as it finally emptied out with the doctor’s final tugs. “This has to be the biggest load yet,” she said, lifting the receptacle up and mildly sloshing the contents around. You were surprised to see the amount you provided too, and took a deep breath. Tina seemed perfectly calm now also, and didn’t much care that she had your warm cum dribbling down her arm. She passed the flask back to the Guardian and ordered it to take your sample to the lab.

As the robot drifted away with your spunk you looked to McGee, still sitting with you. She picked up the paper napkins that came with the coffee and started to wipe you clean, dabbing at the spots of jizz trailing down your thigh. She made an effort on her own lap as well, though you saw the cold wet stains left on her skirt. There were no complaints. You were a little disappointed she didn’t lick her fingers clean, using the napkins to carefully rid her hands and arms of your cum instead. Even though it all seemed to be cleaned up visually, the smell of you lingered in the air. That and the faint aroma of coffee.

Tina went back to sipping from her cup and hummed in satisfaction as she swallowed.See picked up your mug of chocolate and offered it to you wordlessly. You sat up, and with your cock still out in the air between you, let her feed you. You basked in the post orgasmic bliss, at the strange domesticity of the moment. The warm sweet liquid made you feel content all over. Didn’t spill a drop this time.

“Thank you,” you said, although that felt a little inadequate after all the things Tina had done for you. She smiled out into space.

“No, it was nice to talk,” she said, then looked to you. “Thanks for listening.”

“Any time.”

This was undoubtedly the best first date you ever had.