Tell her the truth.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, smiling down at her. “I just… I can’t believe I’m… working with one of my idols.” Somehow you managed to not be crass about it, and even earned the trademark smirk that returned to the doctor’s face.

“Working with. Right,” she said, glancing down at your now glistening cock, her hand also nicely coated in your precum. “You’re a real sweet talker aren’t you?”

You shook your head, swallowing your breath as you tried to keep your thoughts in order while the beautiful woman worked on you faster.

“I mean it, doc…” you started. “Doctor…” You took another breath, and McGee seemed content to wait so that you could continue. “You really are like a hero to me.”

Her expression seemed to soften, unlike the cock in her grip. “Wonder Woman is one thing. She’s amazing of course but… but doc, you’re intelligent… and driven… a genius in your own right… oh god…” You gritted your teeth for a moment, that steady rhythm that the doctor had going on you building you up so well you knew you weren’t going to be coherent for much longer. You needed to finish telling her how you felt. “I think you’re incredible, Doctor McGee,” you managed to grunt, tension wiring its way around your body. “And I want to… take you out for coffee…”

McGee’s eyes went wide, then she kept one brow raised.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” she mused, incredulous. “While I’m stroking your cock?”

You sucked in another breath through your teeth. What a way for her to respond. You shrugged, then nodded. A bead of sweat dripped down your temple and it wasn’t only from the exertions being applied to you.

“Yeah Doc,” you confirmed. “I hope that’s not… inappropriate.” Some lines were unwise to cross in professional relationships. But those lines were a bit of a blur when the woman you worked with was already jerking your hard dick. And doing it so well. At your mention of appropriateness she eyed your cock in her hand, still stroking your shaft, still pleasuring you in her expert manner. There was a slow down in her pace as she squeezed a little firmer and more deliberately milked you for your precum. She seemed to be in thought, watching your fluid slowly dribble out and run down her fingers. Her eyes flicked up to you and that hopeful expression you wore on your face.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she said, and you felt your heart drop despite the mounting pressure you could feel in your balls. “But… I do like coffee.” Suddenly the darkness stopped closing in. You perked up and subconsciously flexed your pelvic muscles to which she was pumping her fist around. “We can get coffee I guess,” she said, her smile slight but there. It was a date!

“I’m cumming!” you announced, that rush of happiness of scoring a coffee date with the doc syncing up with the rush of hot cum that shot up your shaft. The sensation was blinding and powerful, that first spurt sudden and forceful. It was thick and long and hit McGee right in the face, just above her right eye. There was barely a flinch from her though and she quickly pointed your tip over the top of the receptacle. “Sorry...ahhgh...God!” you groaned then shouted, seeing that hot mark you left sliding down her face. But her hand didn’t stop and she pumped your cum out with spine tingling efficiency. Rope after rope she pulled your specimen out to fill the flask. Her hand would sweep along the full length of your pulsing cock, as if tracking each bolt from your base to the tip. It felt like she was taking extra care to caress every sizzling nerve she could get her fingers on.

You needed to take long breaths as your load finally finished spewing out, though the doctor kept dragging her hand up and down as if to make sure she milked every last drop from you.

“You can’t leave the station,” she said, thinking out loud. You blinked at her, still reeling from the amazing orgasm and seeing McGee’s face through a lovely pink haze. “I mean we need to keep you at the Watchtower,” added the woman, now looking up at you and expecting you to be part of the conversation. “You’re too important of an asset to really go anywhere for coffee.”

She was talking about your date. She was literally planning it right now while tending to your afterglow, a splotch of your splooge hanging down her cheek.

“Right,” you nodded. She was still stroking your still firm cock, your sensitivity making you shuddered but you didn’t tell her to stop. “It’s a big Watchtower. I’m sure we could find somewhere to go on our date.”

“Just coffee, Doctor Doe,” she noted. “I don’t want you thinking you’re going to get lucky or something.” Was that a joke? You looked at the woman who gave you a smirk. Finally she let go of your cock, having kept stroking you for a good minute or so even after it was clear you were fully drained. She absently wiped your cum from her face with the back of her sticky hand and stood. After she placed the flask filled with your jizz onto the table she pulled your shorts back up for you, lamenting to herself that she’d need to take another shower.

You watched her in her bathrobe as she went to put your overlarge sample into the analysis machine. It beeped and booped as it extracted your semen into its tubes and readers. The doctor seemed to forget you were there momentarily as she observed the screens.

“How about tomorrow then?” you asked her, and she turned to see you still there with a bit of surprise. “After work? We go have that coffee.”

“Oh… yes,” she said, remembering. “After… work.” There was a nod and she turned back to the screen. “You’re dismissed then,” she told you. “Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watched her for a few seconds, the doctor apparently very interested in the readouts coming from the monitors but not saying anything. Perhaps there wasn’t much left to say, so you took your dismissal and went back to your bunk.