In a daze he focused on the flashing red light on the outline for the "Trader" on the alarm board. Denny had given the Flock a laugh when he regaled t...em with his consternation on seeing the full outline of the vessel. The AI's repetitious announcement of "Port Side Passenger" broke into his consciousness and he had toggled to the hull view. He saw a suited figure hanging onto the grip by the No 5 hatch holding up the suit intercom lead. Denny had hit the response light and watched the figure. ‘I’ll maneuver the car alongside, then we climb onto the roof, and I’ll give you a boost over! You could’ve worn something a little more practical though!’ He glanced over at her tight, blue minidress and matching high-heels, and she automatically tugged the hem of her skirt down an inch or two, over the vast expanse of exposed flesh. ‘I didn’t expect to be going on an assault course!’ she grumbled, pulling a face. -oOo- Mike pressed the button that illuminated the dial of his analogue quartz. Biting my lip and closing my eyes at the wonderful feelings his fingers create. I gasp as his mouth once more descends to mine. Pressing his tongue deeply he kisses me and I respond with desire.His hand still traces along my labia, my hips wontingly pressing forward. Feeling his fingers part my lower lips as his strong digit searches for my little bud. I gasp into his mouth as his finger finds its target. Thrilling sensations of pleasure shooting through my abdomen and up through my spine. . “No, I’m driving,” he replied. “But maybe next time,” he concluded, in a friendly fashion.“I’m Francis,” I said, embarrassingly introducing myself.“I’m Jarrod,” he replied.“Is that with one or two R’s?” I enquired.“Two… why do you ask?” he questioned.“Oh, it’s just a hobby I have. I write stories and am always on the lookout for different names to use,” I answered.“What do you write?” he asked.“Oh, just short stories. I am not a professional writer and it’s just a hobby,” I replied, shrugging.