She could not stop looking at him. She looked at his features and drank him in - his muscles portruded in all the right places, his jaw chiseled, his ...ips a bit wet, his nose towering on his face , and his eyes doing the same examination of her. She gasped and looked down, batted her eyelashes as she did. She smiled sheepishly and wondered if her move to regain her composure was made evident. She toyed with her coffee and crossed her legs when her mystery guy sat in the wooden chair across her. "Shouldn't you be on your way to the captain's mess?" she asked, evading the answer."Dammit," he swore and ran out of engineering.Jon fought the urge to chuckle when he noticed Trip's obvious nervousness. The younger man had just bolted in after running all the way from engineering if his heavy breathing was anything to go by. Knowing what the topic of the conversation was bound to be, his once best friend began fidgeting almost as soon as he'd sat down at the table.The captain didn't feel like. ...I feel chills run down my spine. I feel my stomach contract."Hey! They are kissing " Hey! He strokes her clit and spends his finger in his mouth. "And the heat wave continues its slow way. Along the column to my buttocks. And from my stomach to my organs of the lower abdomen. And there, this heat increases along with my organs make my brain flooded with a multitude of information ....My sex that "screams", "caress me !!!! "Who sends the info to the brain" sends his hand caress me. " And the. They sat with Jane at the very end with her back facing the wall. From where they sat Jane could see everything and everybody in the lounge but only those facing her table from close by had any reciprocal view of them. The small wooden table with their drinks upon it was in front of them and Jonathan was sitting squashed in to Jane's right. To get to their seats involved walking about 30 feet along a relatively narrow route between the seats and customers either side. It was so darn hot that.