Wait and see

"Fuck, Lisa certainly got one thing wrong about our young captain." You had no time to wonder about Smith was talking about, because her hand moves boldly up your thigh and squeezes you through your uniform pants. "No pencil dick here, that's a fucking torpedo." Your eyes pop open in surprise when you feel her hand stroking you, in spite of your lack of experience you've always believed that your cock was at least as big as most, but to hear this sexy young engineer confirm that assessment is just as arousing as the feeling of her fingers tracing the outline of the bulge. Luckily for you her attention is firmly focused on the long cylinder that is straining to tear free of its enclosing fabric.

"I can't wait to tell Lisa - " She stops abruptly. "Oh shit, Lisa! Where is she?" The warmth of her hands is suddenly gone from your groin, and through your half closed eyelids, you see her clamber to her feet and head for the hatch. The sound of the bulkhead sliding open follows quickly and Smith is gone, running up the hallway calling for her lover. Taking only enough time to readjust your throbbing cock into a slightly less painful position you follow after your crew member in time to see her shapely derriere disappear up the access ladder leading to the Command and Control deck in the core of the ship that housed the bridge, ship's computers and other most essential systems.

"Wow, I'd like to get my hands on that." You mutter as you follow after the curvy blonde hoping to have a chance to catch her before she realizes that her friend and lover is now buried in the sandbar outside. "Smith!" You call out up after her and she pauses just long enough to glance down at you with a look of surprise.

"Captain." Her pale skin blushes slightly but she continues after an almost imperceptible pause, "good, we have to find the First Mate and get a sit-rep." Her fine ass disappears from the shaft before you get a chance to answer, and you turn your attention to climbing the ladder as rapidly as possible.

You find Smith in the bridge, clearly agitated at not finding Williams there, but she has slipped into one of the aux-stations and is linking with the ships computer to get the engineering damage report. In spite of her obvious concern, her training kicks in and she reports what she learns.

"Sir, we took heavy damage to the lower hull, but were landed safely on Veranda-4." The engineering vitals-report, you know all too well, focuses on the condition of the engines, support systems and hull unlike the commander's report that lists crew condition near the top of the report. "Lt. Williams must have flown her ass off to get us down here safely with all the damage the Gorgon took with that torpedo hit." You can't help but feel a good bit of pride at Smith's unintended compliment of your piloting but before you can relax she's up out of her seat and heading for the secondary hatch that leads back to engineering. "Where in the Hell is Lisa?"