Jim Kirk (
pursuedthestars) wrote2015-12-31 04:09 pm
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A Bar Somewhere in Iowa | Thursday FT
Christmas had been a quiet affair so Jim was hoping the New Year's Eve would be less so. He'd invited McCoy along with him but the older man had begged off, saying he was too old for this shit or something. Uhura and Spock were spending time together so it was just Jim and a bar full of people he didn't know.
He was about two drinks in and he'd taken up residence in a corner booth in the back, sitting there alone. There were tons of beautiful women around and he just didn't want to flirt with them right now. Maybe after he got drunk he'd be better prepared but right now, he just wanted to be alone.
[NFB but open]
He was about two drinks in and he'd taken up residence in a corner booth in the back, sitting there alone. There were tons of beautiful women around and he just didn't want to flirt with them right now. Maybe after he got drunk he'd be better prepared but right now, he just wanted to be alone.
[NFB but open]
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"And do you think we should do something about that, Jim?"
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Then she pulled herself back upright, and scooted back just a little bit. "Something like this?" she asked, as her hands went to undo his jeans.
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Once that was done, though, she had to pause for an appreciative mmm.
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Of course, that touch was soft and tender too. But also dirty. "But yes, you're here now."
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Her hand wrapped around him for a firmer stroke, though still slow.
"I think I can do that."
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"Yes, I think you can do that," he mumbled, nodding. "You've done it before and I have utter faith in you."
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Hey, 'oh god' counted!
And she could give that a fair try, at the very least. And the first step in that was her scooting backwards a little, so she could bend down. Give his cock an appreciative, teasing little lick all around the head.
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"You make this good and I will call you whatever you want," he mumbled.
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But that was no reason not to give him even more incentive to keep doing that. She shut up, and sucked him into her mouth instead – though just the head, for now. Her tongue moved against him and around him, teasing but not holding back with the pressure. It wasn't light, by any means.
No, she made sure he could feel her tongue moving across the tip of his cock, while it was enveloped by the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
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That was encouragement.
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