It would be the first story she’d ever put up on the website, and she considered maybe doing a shorter story first, and seeing how that would work o...t.What would she write about though? Time for a bit of inspiration, she thought. She clicked the mouse on its mat alongside her, and connected to the internet. The website sprang onto the screen, and she went into the User Control Panel, then clicked on ‘Contacts & Friends’.She looked at the list, and clicked on a couple of favourites, going to. Once per quarter they get a freighter for restocking and refuelling. And every now and then a ship uses their services. But that's it. Most of the time the two are alone.After hours of waiting she finally leaves the workshop. Her copper colored hair falling in long strands right down to her shapely butt. If it wasn't for her long hair he could see her boobs clearly right now, as she is going topless. Of course that doesn't mean too much, as her sizable C-cups still look great even when partly. And the best part of it was that a lot of it was amateur stuff, sent in by the woman in the picture. And that meant she didn't mind me looking, right? I mean it was right there for everybody to see, so it was okay to look, right?Some of those women were getting fucked too, which meant that if I wanted to pretend it was my penis that was doing the fucking, she wouldn't care either. She actually did that stuff! So it wasn't perverted for me to imagine doing it with her.So that's what I did. I sat. My hand encloses the soft, pale skin which I pull slowly, gently back to reveal the red, throbbing head. He groans into my neck and withdraws his fingers to grip my hips as I stroke his cock, the tips of my fingers massaging his shaft. Taking control now, I give him a quick, teasing kiss before nibbling at his earlobe, kissing down his neck, pulling up his t-shirt, sucking at the taut skin on his chest to leave a spectacular purple hickey. I kiss along the top of his pubic hair, kiss the inside.