Old Mike's Space Fantasy
“ Warning - fuel system requires attention”. The flat voice of the AI interrupted his doze and for a moment he was disorientated. Then, as it began to repeat he came fully awake and asked it where the nearest repair facility could be found. It spelled out his options - a week-long journey back to Mars or 36 hours to Eros.
Mars would be a welcome break from the monotony of searching empty space and give him the chance to see Elana again but the AI warned him that the repairs were urgent. Reluctantly he programmed the coordinates and let his mind wander while the Tin Can headed for Eros.
He thought back to the night before he left. He remembered the feel of Elana's clitoris swelling as his tongue teased it. For once he had resisted the temptation to chastise her sweet little arse and given her an orgasm. She had rewarded his forbearance by using her tongue to explore his cock, balls and more prior to deftly applying several rings to his cock and balls then pushing a plug into his anus that made him hard enough for her to ride him. But all too soon he slipped out and she invited him to ejaculate on to her taut, white belly.
But that was 3 months ago and while mental reruns of sessions with Elana helped pass the time they also heightened the frustration of not being able to sate his desire for some hard flesh on flesh action or better still leather on flesh. Officer Dibble offered some company but wasn't exactly talkative. 3 months patrolling the space between Earth and Mars looking out for attempts by Earthers to escape the quarantine that the rest of the system had applied had been uneventful but had taken its toll not only on his ageing ship but its ageing pilot too.
He knew he should try to think less about sex but recalling some of the things he and Elana had done while his wife was on another part of the planet with her horses was more enjoyable that watching old vids even the pornographic ones. That time she had fucked him like a girl and demonstrated her agility by sucking his cock at the same time came into his mind and set off a fresh train of thought about women who were fit and flexible - things he had once been too.
Sometimes it was hard to remember he was old, not that he accepted the view that age meant giving up the things he enjoyed doing even if they now required a little more care. When he saw a woman he was attracted to these days he had to remember that she was seeing someone who looked like her father - or even her grandfather - not a potential sex partner unless that was her particular kink of course. Commercial arrangements were safer and less prone to misunderstandings and he admired and respected the professionalism of women like Elana.
Two days later he had visuals of Eros, a 17 kilometre long asteroid covered by an extensive superstructure indicating its capacity to work on vessels of all sizes. The Tin Can badly needed work he knew. When relations between Earth and the rest of the system had finally broken down the Mars Republic had recalled anyone who had served in their navy regardless of age and those with their own ships were given the job of patrolling the border.
This was his third tour and the Tin Can had served him well but it was a small ship with limited facilities. It had been built to operate as a shuttle for one of the big interplanetary cruisers that used to operate on the run between Earth and Mars and he had picked it up dirt cheap in a scrap yard orbiting Earth’s moon years ago.
It didn’t take long for the repair crew to figure out what was needed and tell him it would take at least 24 hours to fix. He explained that the “Keep Out” sign on his private quarters where Officer Dibble was now ensconced with a fresh litter tray and enough food for 24 hours was mandatory, not advisory. They gave him directions to the only hotel on the asteroid. He quickly found it and booked in. After visiting the room and taking a shower he headed for the bar with every intention of drinking a great deal.
Eros was an independent state and the hotel clerk explained to him that many of those who visited regarded their privacy as being of the utmost importance and as a result the wearing of masks was commonplace despite the absence of surveillance cameras. It was clear that what happened on Eros was meant to stay on Eros. He wasn’t going to be around long and anonymity was fine so he picked up one of the hotel’s complementary masks and headed for the bar.
It was dimly lit and not too crowded. He took a seat at the bar and decided to start with a few beers while he checked out the other customers. Most looked like ship’s crew who were probably on Eros for the same reason he was but in the far corner of what was the most dimly lit part of the bar there was someone sitting alone and who wasn’t wearing the standard space uniform of cargo pants and tee. It was hard to be sure but they appeared to have curves in the places that normally only females had curves.
He moved across and asked “Is this seat free?” and she looked him up and down. He felt her eyes on him and momentarily had a sense that she was reading his mind. “Please sit down” she said. Now he was closer he could see that not only was she masked but she didn't look like any human woman he had ever met.
He told her why he was on Eros and the conversation flowed. She explained that she was a Centauran and had arrived in the Solar System on one of their FTL ships a few months before. “You probably don’t know much about how things work for us” she said “there are males, females and hermaphrodites in our biology but the males and the hermaphrodites treat females as breeders and think we’re good for little else!” Despite the fact that she had safely navigated their ship across 4 light years when they arrived in the solar system she had been told to keep out as they began to trade. When the ship had docked on Eros she had walked out with just her personal belongings. “I used a phrase I learned from watching some of your vids - I told them to go fuck themselves. Of course only the hermaphrodites can do that!” and she laughed.
As they chatted over several rounds of drinks he inevitably found himself wondering about sex - there were lurid tales in circulation of human-centauran sex but he wasn’t aware of any evidence that it had ever actually happened - nevertheless he couldn’t help trying to imagine what might actually be possible.
She was getting by using her skills in one of the repair facilities and making enough to pay for a room, food and a few drinks. Beyond that she had no plans. He was conscious that her view of the males of her own species was negative but she hadn’t met enough human males yet to form a view of them. He feared he might be responsible for giving her a damning view of his entire species too but he did find her attractive in a rather scary sort of way. He wanted to see more of her body and find out what she did with it.
He realised that the conversation had stalled but was surprised to find she was staring at him - he made eye contact, felt a shiver , broke it then made it again. “You are ready for sex, human, I think?” she said “That is good because it is that time in my biological cycle when my body requires stimulation”.
He was dumbstruck and seconds turned to minutes while their eyes remained locked. Finally his brain processed what she had said and a grin spread across his face and he answered “Your place or mine?”
A work of fiction starring a spaceship captain who may bear some resemblance to the author.