I sink into the straight-backed chair upholstered in a soft creamy fabric mesmerized by the sight of Una loosely wrapped in a towel perched on the side of the deep bathtub. Her eyes are closed, and she is humming softly to herself as she idly glides the fingers of one hand through the warm fragrant water. The orchid and rose petals resting on the surface of that water swirl to and fro with the eddies formed from her graceful movement. The heady aroma from the bath oils floats up saturating the air.
Una's other hand clutches the sides of a towel folded over her chest. Behind the towel dips low, exposing her rounded shoulders, toned arms, and muscled back. I can see a hint of the small tattoo in the middle of her lower back – a owl encircled by an olive wreath, resting beside a shield, and holding a spear in one taloned claw – symbols of the Greek goddess Athena. It is perfect pictorial metaphor for the First Officer of Starfleet's flagship – wisdom, protection, a desire for peace and exploration, and the skills and willingness to battle any foe.
Her ivory skin, still wet from the bath, is glistening in the flickering light of dozens of candles. Lovely, dark wavy tresses, freshly shampooed and still damp, are gathered over one shoulder. I can see the curve of her right breast where the towel slopes down and crosses her hip.
The sight of her takes my breath away.
Pad and pencil in hand and seated behind her, I begin sketching the contours of her head, neck, shoulders, arms, back, hips, thighs, and legs; the curves and lines I just spent hours massaging and exploring, tracing the faint outlines of a scattering of scars as I kneaded and caressed her tired muscles with a soothing oil.
One leg shifts slightly, exposing Una's soft inner thigh. Oh, how she coos when I stroke her there! The memory of Una's thighs parting in invitation as I lightly ran my fingers up and down that intimate sensitive area sends a flush of warmth through my body and infuses my cheeks.
Una's hips sway gently as if she is slow dancing with her arms entwined around someone special, the rest of the world shutout and far away. Mine begin to match her rhythm and the faintest of trembles vibrates through my body settling in my pelvis.
I can't get enough of her.
There is a mirror in front of Una. And I realize she is watching me watch her.
She is combing her hair; the towel now discarded and lying rumpled on the floor. In the reflection I can see trails of water droplets wrung out of her hair by the comb meandering down her chest, breasts, and abdomen. My eyes follow those drops, mentally brushing them away with my fingers, licking them with my tongue.
The sides of her mouth tick upwards a little. Confident I am following her every movement Una dips her forefinger in the bathwater and traces a line from the pulse point in her throat slowly over her breast depositing a drop on her nipple. The drop clings to it like dew on morning grass, quivering every so slightly as Una inhales and exhales. It sends shivers down my spine. The pad and pencil fall to my lap and then tumble onto the floor when I stand.
I can see Una's seductive smile in the mirror.
Now I am throbbing.
Una's nipples and the areolae surrounding them are a soft delicate pink. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand, and I can happily spend hours playing with them – fondling, stroking, licking, nibbling, and the best of all, sucking. Dropping to my knees in front of her I cup each in my hands and cover one with my mouth gently lapping and pulling at its nipple.
As I move from one nipple to the other, Una looks down at me smiling with fondness and pleasure. She tilts my chin up and kisses me, first lightly and then with urgency. Throughout those kisses I caress her sides and abdomen as she stokes my breasts.
Given the right stimulation, Una will cum just from nipple play and that turns me on. I resume molding and stroking her breasts while I tease each nipple erect and rock hard with insistent sucking and playful bites. Una's hand fists in my hair as her arousal builds.
Una's breath hitches. Her back arches and her head tilts to the side. She slides her index finger into her mouth, scrapping it against her teeth and swirling it with her tongue. The sight of that nearly sends me over the edge and into a climax.
I hear Una's quiet pants as she gets closer and closer to her own orgasm. With my mouth I increase the pressure on her nipples, using my tongue to erotically play with each as I suck harder. Una's hands bear down on my shoulders, and she keens through her shuddering climax, panting as she crests and then throwing her arms around me and laughing out loud as her breathing slows and then normalizes.
My own orgasm peaks watching her let go and abandon herself to my ministrations and her pleasure.
We smile at one another knowing the night is young and this is only the beginning.