The Two Week Sex Montage

Week 1

"One... One more shot please!" I stutter, slamming my glass down on the metal bar top. The bar tender rolling her eyes as she pours me another shot.

"Hiii!"

An annoyingly high pitched voice screeches behind me. I turn around to be greeted with a beautiful, short blonde with bright orange clips holding back her bangs. She was wearing a tight blouse with no bra and a short black skirt.

"Listen... I don't take strangers up in my ship, m'kay?" I say cockily due to the ****. She crosses her arms and frowns.

"I was just coming up to say hi to you and introduce myself. I didn't know you were such a dick." As she turns to walk away, I reach out my arm and catch her on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Rough week in parts sales. My dad retired a few years ago and I took over his ship. I am still going used to things. Please, take a seat." I extend my hand to the seat next to me.

As she talks beside me, my eyes gravitate toward her tits but she doesn't seem to mind. Each time she notices, she runs her finger casually down her blouse buttons, my clit filling with more blood each time she does. I suddenly interrupt her, the **** intake giving me false confidence.

"Listen... I know we just met and I know I just said I don't invite strangers onto my ship but I would really like to show you around... it," I manage to say, the whiskey really speaking for me at this point. She smirks as if she had just gotten her way... because she had.

Back on my ship, I managed to make it through all the excited squeals and screams coming out of the blonde.

"Is this your room?" she asks as we walk in.

"Yeah it is," I say, walking over to my bed and sitting. She sits next to me.

"Thank you for showing--"

I grab her face and kiss her. Her soft moans pouring onto my tongue. She pulls away from me and scoots further back onto the bed, hastily undressing. I clumsily stand and unzip my uniform, exposing my tits. As Im undressing she starts rubbing her clit and massaging one of her nipple. I try and be as graceful as I can undressing to make it enjoyable for her. Once I was undress I got on top of her, tasting her sweet tongue. I begin massaging her nipples as she moans into my mouth again. I start kissing down her body. Her moans, a little theatrical, fill my bedroom but nonetheless make my pussy throb and gush. Once I'm between her legs, I lick her thighs momentarily as she squirms underneath me. I wrap my arms around her legs, holding her to the bed as I lap at her swollen clit. I kiss and suck at her clit as I feel her getting close to cumming, I'm getting close as well. I grind my clit into my bed as we both approach delicious orgasms. Suddenly her pussy erupts with cum as she screams into her arm. As she cums, my wet slit pulsates with pleasure as well. Once I finish, I get onto my hands and knees over her and begin fingering her. She cries out in pleasure as her vaginal walls hungrily wrap around my fingers. I slide them in and out of her before collapsing on top of her.

We breath each other in for a moment before I roll onto my back. We lay in silence.

"What was your name again?" I ask, embarrassed.

She lets out an annoyed huff of air and gets out of bed, gathering up her clothes.

"What?" I ask, my buzz starting to wear off.

"I told you back at the bar!!! You know, I thought you changed my mind but you really are a dick!!!" she yells, angrily getting dressed. She stomps toward the door. I scoot to the edge of my bed, watching her.

"You look cute when you're mad," I say, trying to ease some of the tension.

She doesn't say anything as she paces back and forth in front of the door she entered through.

"Ugh!!! How do you get out of this shit hole!!!," she yells again, slamming her foot down. I scratch at my naked stomach and yawn.

"Rhys. Please direct our guest out of the ship and back onto the concourse. Lock ship when she has exited."

I fall back onto my bed as Rhys opens the bed room door. Once the ship is locked, I let out a sigh of frustration myself. I stand up, strip the bed of its sheets, and head toward the shower.

"What the fuck was that, Rhys?" I say, jamming my finger into the touch screen next to the shower, waiting for it to turn on.

"Sex," Rhys says back.

"No! Like, what was THAT? THAT wasn't me? I didn't even know her name!," I shout, steam bellowing over the glass shower doors. "Get me my whiskey, Rhys," I demand. The ship remained quiet. "Rhys! That was a demand!," I yell. The hum of the ship fills my ears.

"You aren't Rison when you drink. You show various signs of aggression and irresponsible sexual activity."

"I'll do it my God-damned self then, Rhys." Suddenly, my bedroom door shuts. Anger fills my chest. "Rhys! Fuck you! Deactivate!"

The lights in my room flick off within seconds and my bedroom door slowly opens.

"Trota! Port at any available port...station... whatever! Pay the difference and enter rest mode!," I say angrily.

"Yes, Ms. Rison."

After the ship docked and deactivated, I walked down to the exit and locked the ship manually. Locking the ship manually also meant all the protective metal comes around the windows. Only Rhys has the ability to control small things like this on the ship.

After my shower, I got a clean uniform on and made my way back to the bars, a bottle of whiskey in my hand.