It was pitch dark. No ambient light guided him. They had verbally rehearsed this 'docking mission' in secret. He started unbuttoning and stripping the moment it was dark. Time was limited. He moved ten steps left, five forward. He smelled her perfume. That triggered visions in his mind. Her face. Her long black hair. Her body. Oh her sweet body. Suddenly he felt a hand. He pulled her close.
"Someone will investigate if we take too much time," he whispered.
"I'm ready, won't take much." came the reply.
He kissed her soft lips. Then again more deeply. Their tongues danced away. Their bodies intertwined. He could do this forever. Time was short. He kept his lips on hers. One hand held fast. The other slid under her untucked shirt. Back up her bare skin to her bare breast. He cupped and played with it. Squeezing. Massaging. He could feel her body shiver. She exhaled heavily through her nose. Their tongues were still entangled.
"Bridge to Engineering, We're sensing a lighting failure again. What's your status?"
Damn that was quick he thought. He broke contact with her lips. He was not letting go of her breast.
"Yeah, it's darker than darker, Working the problem. What do the cameras have?"
"All cameras are offline. Black, we see nothing down there." Damn, right you don't. "We still have audio."
She pulled away, His hand fell off her breast. Dammit, he was enjoying that. She slid his boxers down. 'We are getting familiar with this problem," she called out. She stroked his manhood. "We'll work the problem while keeping the viewers updated orally." Her mouth touched his shaft. He felt her tongue swirling around his head. She swallowed his member. He wanted this to continue but decided to stay on mission.
"Call out if you need us to send someone, Bridge out."
