6. Kara
6
KARA
Kara was walking through a deep blue mist that seeped up from the unseen ground below and drifted around her in mysterious waves. Was it some kind of alien ocean? But no, she didn’t feel any water brushing against her—no wetness. The sky above was pale green and she could hear birds calling somewhere, though she could never quite see them.
Then she managed to make one out. It was a huge crow-like bird—as big as an airplane—and it had brilliant, iridescent feathers that were shiny black with blue, gold, and green woven through them.
“Oh my,” she said aloud. “That thing is huge.”
“It’s a Dream Crow,” said a deep, male voice behind her.
“A what?” Kara turned her head and was surprised to see J’orn standing there. No, not standing—he was sitting. And she was sitting in his lap. How strange! She hadn’t seen him in almost a year but now she was on his lap.
“A Dream Crow,” he repeated. “It comes to warn people in their dreams that they’re soon going to be in danger.”
“Caw! Caw!” The huge crow called hoarsely, as though it was agreeing with his words.
“How do you know about Dream Crows?” she asked curiously. Now that she thought about it, it didn’t seem at all strange that she was sitting on his lap—or that he was shirtless, as she suddenly noticed.
She had only seen his bare chest once before—it was on a PR department outing. They had taken a shuttle down to Earth to visit the beach and have a barbeque as a team-building exercise. Kara remembered having a very difficult time not staring at her assistant’s broad chest and eight-pack abs. He had just a little chest hair, right between the flat, copper disks of his nipples and it led in a trail down to his navel and then further, down into his swim shorts…
“You know, you look really good with your shirt off,” she remarked, looking him up and down. Somehow this was possible to do without straining her neck in the dream. “I mean really good.”
Wait, am I dreaming? she asked herself. I must be—I never would have told J’orn out loud that I liked his body otherwise.
“You look good too, baby,” he growled softly. “And you feel good in my arms. Why don’t you lean back against me and let me just hold you?”
Kara thought about it but she couldn’t come up with a reason to say no to his request. With a little sigh of contentment, she leaned back against his broad chest, loving the feel of his warm, bare skin against her shoulder blades.
“Mmm, are you comfortable, baby?” he growled softly in her ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this…how long I’ve wanted to touch you.”
“Touch me? Touch me how?” Kara asked, shifting her hips. She could feel something hot and hard growing under her bottom and she liked it—liked it a lot.
“Do you want me to show you?” J’orn murmured, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “Do you want to know how I’ve dreamed of touching you?”
Again Kara felt like there should be a reason to say no…but she couldn’t think of what it might be. Besides, hadn’t she always secretly dreamed of letting J’orn touch her? Of having those big, strong capable hands caressing her?
“Yes,” she whispered, arching her back to thrust her breasts out. “Yes, I want you to touch me, J’orn.”
She became suddenly aware that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Like most of the human women on board the Mother Ship, she wore float dots—tiny anti-gravity devices that fit under her breasts which lifted them and made them perky.
The float dots technically rendered a bra unnecessary, but Kara still wore one anyway because she had large, prominent, sensitive nipples. The minute even the tiniest breeze blew past her, they got hard and stuck out in a really embarrassing way. So even though she had the float dots, she still wore a bra to hide her peaks.
But now the bra was gone and she was wearing nothing but a white silk shirt. When she looked down at herself, she saw that the tight points of her nipples were sticking out, rubbing against the thin, almost translucent white silk in an extremely provocative way.
“Look at you, baby,” J’orn growled. Reaching around her, he cupped both her breasts in his big hands and began to thumb her tight nipples gently. “Look at how gorgeous your breasts are—look at those tight nipples. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
“ Ohhh!” Kara moaned, arching her back even more to thrust her breasts into his hands. “God, yes—that feels wonderful, J’orn! Do it more…touch me some more!”
“Like this , you mean?” He pinched her sensitive peaks through the white silk, twisting gently and sending showers of pleasure-sparks all through her body.
“Yes! Oh, J’orn!” she moaned.
“Gods, yes—say my name,” he growled in her ear again. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you call my name in pleasure, Kara!”
“J’orn!” she moaned again, writhing against him. “Please, I need more .”
“What else do you need, baby? What do you want me to do?” he murmured. “Do you want me to pet your soft little pussy?”
Suddenly one of his hands was between her legs, parting her thighs. Kara opened for him willingly. Looking down, she found that she had no skirt on—just a pair of thin, white silk panties that were almost see-through, just like the white silk shirt she had on.
“Why…why am I dressed like this?” she asked, moaning softly as he cupped her mound.
“Because I saw you like this once,” J’orn murmured. “It was on a team building exercise—we went to the beach, do you remember? You forgot your swimsuit and had to buy one there. So you changed in the bushes. You asked me to keep watch and make sure no one saw you.”
“Did I?” Kara tried to remember. It seemed like his words were true, but the memory was hazy.
“It’s one of my clearest memories,” he growled. “Then after we all swam, you were changing back, from the wet suit to your clothes. You didn’t tell me to keep watch that time, but I did anyway. But then something happened—I heard you yell. I thought maybe the wind blew away your towel or that you were in danger. so I came running and saw you like this—in just a white shirt and a thin white pair of panties.”
“You did?” Kara had a vague recollection of being embarrassed and covering herself, but J’orn had turned away so quickly that she’d been certain he hadn’t seen anything. Apparently, she’d been wrong.
“Yes. The image of your beautiful body was burned into my mind,” he went on. “I was already hopelessly in love—and in lust—with you. But I swear I jerked off to that image of you nearly naked on the beach for months afterward.”
“Oh, my…” Kara wiggled in his lap. She wasn’t sure what to say—the idea that her assistant—no, ex -assistant, she reminded herself—found her so devastatingly beautiful and desirable had an undeniable appeal. It was flattering to be wanted so badly—to be dreamed of and wished for so much.
“You don’t know how badly I wanted to go to my knees before you, right there in the sand,” J’orn went on, his deep voice a hoarse growl in her ear. His long fingers, which were cupping her pussy mound over her panties, began a slow, circular motion. “You don’t know how I longed to pull these down and taste your sweet pussy,” he went on, rubbing a little harder, a little deeper as he spoke.
“Oh… ohhh!” Kara moaned. She found she was rolling her hips to his rhythm, feeling the delicious tingle as his fingertips found her aching clit through the white silk of her panties and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed…
“That’s right, baby—you like that?” J’orn growled, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “You like it when I pet your soft little pussy?”
“You…you know I do. But…but you shouldn’t do it!” Kara panted.
“Why not?” he demanded. “Why shouldn’t I stroke this soft little cunt and make you come for me like a good girl?”
“I…because…because you…” Kara struggled to get the words out. She knew there was a reason this was forbidden, but somehow it just wouldn’t come to her mind. “My husband, wouldn’t like it,” she said at last.
“You told me you’re divorced now,” J’orn reminded her.
“Oh yes…yes, we…we are,” Kara panted. God, he had her right on the edge! His hand had slipped into her panties and his long middle finger slid between her outer pussy lips. Now he was circling her tender button with long, slow, steady strokes that seemed designed to drive her wild!
Not only that, but now her blouse had come undone and he was rubbing her bare breasts and teasing her naked nipples.
“Oh! Oh, please!” Kara moaned, writhing and grinding shamelessly against his fingers. But she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop…or to keep doing what he was doing.
“Look at you rubbing your soft little pussy against my fingers,” J’orn rumbled. “Gods, you’re so wet, baby! So wet and hot and needy. Tell me, do you need to get fucked with a nice, hard cock? Is that what you need?”
“I…I don’t know!” Kara panted. It seemed, even in her dream, that what he was suggesting was going too far. “We can’t…we shouldn’t…”
“We should ,” he insisted. “You should let me sink my cock deep in your tight little pussy and knot you, baby.”
“Knot me?” Kara moaned. “I don’t…don’t even know what that means! Ohhhh!”
Her last words dissolved into a moan of pure pleasure as her orgasm at last washed over her. Helpless to stop herself, she began bucking and grinding against his invading fingers, rubbing her ass against the hard length of his cock which was right between her thighs. Oh God, was he really going to fuck her? Was he really going to…
“…would like to announce that we are now making our final descent into the Paradise Prime atmosphere,” a loud voice announced, suddenly shattering the forbidden dream.