Meanwhile, Inside The Helping Hand - [HJ]

When the Ensign saw the Second Officer and the blonde heading out the door, he turned to the redhead nestled up against him and asked if those two were leaving. He had to shout in order to be heard. The redhead looked over towards the door and shook her head. Then she moved her lips close to his ear to shout, "Betty is probably just taking your friend out to her hovercraft to give him a hand job."

Despite sitting there with his arm around her shoulders, his cheek resting against the top of her head, inhaling the fresh fragrance of her hair as her hand was busy beneath the table top teasing his hard-on, Bauer was still somewhat shocked by her words.

The redhead lifted her face towards Bauer's and, reaching across her body to crook her left index finger under his chin, she turned his head so that she could plant a brief kiss on his lips. Then, moving her head so that her mouth was again close to his ear, she said, "Why don't you take yours out and I'll give you one?"

Since she had to yell for him to hear, the Ensign just knew that everyone in the dance club had heard what she had said. But glancing around, he saw that no one was looking in their direction and he knew he was just being paranoid.

But still....

"Here?" he shouted into her ear. "With all these people around?"

"Sure, don't be silly," she told him, her hand still rubbing back and forth along the length of his clothed cock. "Why do you think this place is named what it is named?"

Bauer again looked around the room, straining his eyes in the dim light of the nightclub. On the dance floor he could see bodies wantonly grinding against bodies. And with more than one couple, the female had her hand between her body and her partner's body, groping his crotch as they swayed to the music.

Against his better judgement -- and probably because he was so turned-on from the redhead's non-stop toying with him -- Bauer removed his arm from around the redhead's shoulder and unzipped his fly. With his cock rock hard like it was, he had to struggle to pull it out through his fly.

"Uh, huh," she shouted into his ear, her own hands moving to his clothing, unbuckling his belt. "I want to be able to get at your balls."

Now Bauer knew that she was crazy. That he was crazy. That they both were crazy. Regardless, he still helped her in her task and soon the two of them had his pants open and both his cock and balls protruding from the fly of his boxer shorts.

Once she had him exposed like that, she reached for her purse and fumbled around inside it, looking for something. At last she found it. Opening the tube of hand cream, she squeezed out a generous amount into her palm. Recapping the tube, she dropped it back into her purse.

"You carry around a tube of hand cream in your purse?" he asked her in surprise.

"D-uhh," she said, rubbing her hands together, getting them nice and slick. Bauer could smell the distinct odor of strawberries. "It wouldn't make sense to walk around with purple finger-nails and not have some sort of lube with me.

With her palms and fingers well lubricated, the redhead curled her right hand around the Ensign's rock-hard cock, while her left hand cupped and fondled his balls. She massaged his nut-sack oh so gently as the fist formed by her other hand pumped up and down on the man's erection.

Bauer once more wrapped his left arm around the redhead's shoulders and tilted his head. His eyes closed and he took deep, long breaths as this young woman he had just met beat him off. With outstretched legs, Bauer spread his thighs as the redhead worked to get him off. From time to time the Ensign groaned and soon he began to squirm in his seat. He rotated his hips around, moving in rhythm to the delicate, slick, greasy hand jerking his cock.

"Oh, April!" he gasped, arching his back and digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her shoulder. His cock started exploding, spewing out thick, creamy globs of his cum. Covering her tightly gripping fist with his hot sperm. More and more of it shot out, like an erupting volcano has he "busted his nut", but good!

Although she had been expecting a heavy load, what with his being in space for such a long time and all, she was truly impressed by the volume of his ejaculate. The meat-beating young woman squealed in glee as wad after wad of spunk erupted from the throbbing cock in her fist. It seemed as if he would never stop cumming as her hands got messier and messier from the shooting sperm.

But finally he did stop. The spurts growing weaker and further apart, until they ceased entirely. The redhead could feel her dance partner's dick softening in her fist and she looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and he had a big, goofy grin on his face.

When he eventually opened his eyes, he leaned over to kiss her in thanks. After the kiss, she simply asked him, "Do you have a handkerchief?"

She held her hands away from her body, trying to avoid getting any of the white, gooey gunk on her clothing.