Pretty fuckin' good, apparently!

Taking your words as the flirtatious challenge they were, Teesha moves her hand to grip the zipper of her jacket and slowly pull it down, the rasp of the metal teeth unclasping loud in the empty dining hall as your eyes follow it's progress eagerly. You remember the sight of those pert and perky breasts when she'd revealed them to you before the whole being struck in the back of the head thing and, as you recall, they were quite pretty little tits. The sort that begged for the attention of your mouth to tease her fuchsia nipples to stiffness and suckle upon them insistently. And, as she finishes unzipping her jacket and shrugging the garment off of her slender shoulders, you find your recollection was correct, though seeing the real thing was always better than remembering.

You grin to her as she arches her back slightly to present her perky tits to your sight and you meet her gaze with some teasing. "As pretty as those perky titties of yours are, Teesha, it's gonna take a little more than that to make me blush.", you remark and she grins wickedly back at you.

"Oh, really? Well, I'm up for the challenge, Captain. Are you up for it too?", she says as she rises up from her seat to cross the short distance between you so she can straddle you in your seat, her tight little ass pressing against your crotch and rubbing against the quickly growing bulge there, "Oh, seems like you are. Or at least you're getting there. Maybe I can help you get there faster..."

As she says this, she moves her hands to push the top of our flight suit off over your shoulders to leave you stripped to the waist once more and she lets her hands roam over the plains and lines of your torso teasingly. As she does this, she begins to rock her hips against you, giving you what equates to a damn good lap dance as she rubs her temptingly tight ass against your cock as it hardens within the confines of your pants and boxers. Even through clothing, that feels damn good and you can feel your pulse quicken and you skin heat with a flush of desire as she teases you.

"Aha, there it is. A blush. Told you I could do it.", she declares triumphantly as she places one of her hands against your cheek as if to demonstrate how hot and red your cheeks are now.

"Hey, now, that ain't a blush. There's a difference between a shy sorta blush and the sorta pink that comes to my cheeks when I got a hot little Phyrellian grindin' against my cock and you damn well know it.", you playfully argue and she chuckles.

"Nope. I'm taking this as my win here, Derrick. Nothing you can do about it.", she says and sticks her tongue out at you with a giggle.

"Oh, really? We'll see 'bout that!", you retort with a wolfish grin on your face.