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“Doctor,” the voice croons, from the other side of the door. You rise, not really sure who would be calling at this hour. The day’s work is done, and for a moment, you wonder if there’s not some sort of emergency. It’s not exactly unheard of at Rhodes Island, but there are plenty of other ways your attention would be garnered first, before someone would come knocking in person. Shuffling to the door, you click on the light, and the voice calls out again. “Come on, Doctor, open up!”
You recognize her immediately. Now that you’re closer, and you can easily make out her inflections, the iron in her voice is hidden behind a layer of almost matronly concern… but there’s something else in those words tonight, and opening the door reveals an Operator you’ve come to rely on most heavily of late. Her fighting days may be behind her, but the former competitive knight Whislash comes stumbling in as soon as your door is opened.
“Zofia!?” you ask, as the Kuranta’s stumbling leads to her bumping into you. She usually carries herself with far more dignity than this, even making a name for herself as one of the most gifted instructors here at Rhodes Island. Seeing her like this… well, there’s only one explanation. You catch her as she attempts to regain her balance, slowly guiding her to the couch before helping lower her down. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Of course she is. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her a bit tipsy, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. While sober, Zofia has a damn good head on her shoulders. She knows who she is, who she used to be, and who she wants to be. She doesn’t have doubts, and will move forward in ways that only the most determined can. But once she’s had a couple of drinks? Well, she’s more prone to less confident trains of thought.
“I’m… I’m fine! I just wanted someone to talk to!” Zofia explains, pressing in against you. You can’t help but notice she’s forsaken her armor for the day, wearing only a thin top and her skirt. Her cheeks are tinged with red, and if you’re not mistaken, there are even tears threatening to fall. Somehow, all of that only serves to add to her beauty, and you find yourself struggling not to think too much about how that’s affecting you. Zofia is stunning, you’ve thought that from the first time you laid eyes on her. “Margaret is… you know.”
Zofia gestures wildly for a moment, nearly losing her balance even seated on the couch. In the end, she bumps in against you, arms flailing, before settling back against the couch. While it’s not exactly the most coherent description, you know what she means. Operator Nearl isn’t exactly the best conversationalist, and you’re not shocked Zofia would write her out of the runnings.
“And Maria… she’s always so busy now, running off with her little Engineering buddies, I don’t want to bother her with my stupid worries, so now here I am! Imagine that, Whislash, once great terror of the Majors, coming to some guy she hardly knows with her tail between her legs!” Zofia carries on, and you’re not entirely sure what you’re supposed to do here. Those threatened tears are now falling in earnest, but she looks like she’s about to laugh at the same time. Slowly, you wrap an arm around her shoulder, and she leans in against you, turning her gaze upon you. She sniffles, but smiles.
“If you want someone to talk to, I’m here,” you reply, gently stroking her shoulder. Another sniffle, and her smile grows.
“Thank you! I just… I know it’s stupid, and you have to promise not to laugh, but I just… you don’t think I’m getting old, do you?” Zofia asks, and you have to try not to jump back in shock. “I’m hardly even as old as Maria, but everyone looks at us so very differently…”
“Getting… old?” you ask, and Zofia hangs her head.
“Not the best answer,” she responds, causing you to stammer.
“O-of course not! You’re beautiful, and you’re so young! What’s got you worried about something like this?” you answer, and Zofia crosses her arms. She doesn’t do anything to move away from you, or free herself from your grasp, but she makes her frustration clear.
“Hmph. Well, if you really think I’m so young and beautiful, you would have said it from the start,” Zofia replies, tossing her head before glancing back at you. Her hair is tousled a bit by her movements, and it makes your jaw drop. She’s so stunning, how can you really be this close to her? With your arm around her? Sure, she’s drunk, but that doesn’t diminish from how lucky you feel at this moment.
Or, how guilty you feel for how turned on you’re getting. It’s hard not to be aroused, with such a lovely woman you’ve had such an intense crush on for so long being so fucking close. You can feel the heat of her body, and she’s hardly watching her movements at all. From time to time, she brushes against you and you can even feel the soft heat of her breasts on you. Why is she so damn pretty..?
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman,” you blurt out, the first thing that comes to mind. Her eyes widen then, staring into yours for a moment, before her cheeks redden further.
“You can’t just say something like that!” she cries out, lightly punching your chest. “But… I wouldn’t mind if you said it again.”
“Every time I look at you, I feel as though my heart might stop,” you continue, and Zofia giggles.
“Okay, that’s a bit much, dial it back. But don’t stop,” she urges you on. As she does, she settles in a bit more, her body pressing in against yours.
“You’re stunning, Zofia, I find myself stealing glances at you every chance I get,” you admit, hoping she’s too far gone to remember any of this. You want to settle her nerves, to cheer her up a bit, but every admission is completely and totally genuine.
“Oho, is that right? Doctor, don’t you know how… inappropriate that is? Aren’t I your employee?” Zofia asks, perking up a bit. Despite her lecturing tone, her hand begins to wander. She reaches over, taking hold of your knee, before slowly working her way up. “Is that the sort of relationship you want to have with me?”
“You’re more staff at this point, considering your position as an instructor…” you murmur, and Zofia’s smile shifts to a mischievous smirk.
“That sounds like a weak excuse, but I think I’ll take it,” she responds, and suddenly, her hand is on you. On your cock, on the erection you were hoping she wouldn’t notice. Her eyes widen, and that smirk grows. “My, my, Doctor. What’s the meaning of this? It would seem your compliments aren’t just idle chatter after all, hm?”
“I… I meant every word,” you admit, and Zofia chuckles.
“That’s one way to sober a girl up,” she says, shaking her head. You swallow, hard, as Zofia begins slowly moving her hand along your length. She’s sobered up? So she’s going to remember all of this, but judging from what she’s doing now… you’re not sure that’s such a bad thing. “You’re not half bad, yourself, you know? All this time I’ve felt so lonely , but you’ve been pining and stealing glances? You should have told me, Doctor.”
She releases you, leaving you gasping out for more. You can’t help reaching up with your free hand, but she merely pushes you back down, shaking her head. She pushes herself up, then, reaching up to work the buttons of her top loose. One by one, she undoes them, and you can only watch as she undresses. Zofia is in no hurry, watching the way your eyes light over her, clinging to every precious inch of flesh she reveals.
By the time her top is unbuttoned, hanging loosely to each side, you can’t help but stare at her bra. It’s a lacy number, dark, but so fine you can nearly see through it. Zofia is blushing now, as she reaches back, fumbling with the clasps. As much as she may claim to have sobered up a bit, she’s still not at 100%. You don’t mind, though. Somehow, that only adds to the magic of this moment. By the time she’s got the clasp loose, letting her bra fall into her now crossed arms, she’s beet red.
“Zofia, I…” you start, and she reaches up with one hand, placing a finger on your lips.
“Just let me take the lead, alright?” she says, and you nod, slowly. Anything she wants, anything she says. Zofia shrugs out of her bra, letting the straps fall away, before she unfolds her arms and finally reveals herself. You gawk, finally seeing something you’ve imagined since meeting her. Her exposed breasts, even lovelier than you ever could have imagined… her muscled body, still so well trained even after her retirement… you could worship this woman, if only she said the word.
“You’re perfect,” you blurt out, earning a smile.
“Please, don’t ever stop with the flattery,” Zofia says, watching your eyes dart over her body. Of course you’re drawn to her breasts, but everything else is just as lovely. She stands, then, turning as you continue looking her over. “Tell me what you think of me.”
“Words can’t do you justice,” you manage, and Zofia comes to a stop, leaning forward, placing her hands on your shoulders.
“Such a flatterer,” she comments, before righting herself. She reaches down, biting her lip as she unzips her skirt. Slowly, she kicks her legs a bit, letting the fabric fall down, leaving her in nothing but her panties and her shoes. They match the bra, a nice lacy design that you can only imagine must have cost a fortune. Did she know this was going to happen today, or does she just dress this nice all the time?
“Do you mind if I…?” you ask, reaching up tentatively. Zofia shakes her head, then nods, then realizes she’s not really sure which works.
“Go ahead,” she says, finally. You run your fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, hooking in on each side. Slowly, you pull down, peeling the fabric off of her. Zofia whimpers then, and you take in the sight of her perfect pussy. A patch of blonde hair rests above her cunt, and if you’re not mistaken, she’s wet enough to be almost glistening. You can’t help yourself from moving forward, reaching out.
You find yourself reaching around Zofia, placing your hands on her ass. You squeeze, looking up at her as she tips her head back, moaning softly. You pull her, guiding her forward, and step after step she comes closer. Once she’s standing right before you, you lean in, kissing each of her thighs before burying your face between them.
You start with her hair, kissing the patch, running your tongue through it and listening to the way she gasps with delight. Then, you drift down. You bury your face in her cunt, as best as you can from this angle. Zofia spreads her legs, making it easier on you, as she reaches down and buries her fingers in your hair.
She may have said she wanted to take the lead, but seeing how badly you want to indulge yourself in her… to worship her? Who is she to stop you? She merely goes along with it, savoring the shivers you’re sending down her spine.
“Doctor,” she murmurs, “Please don’t stop!”
As if her grip on you would allow that, anyway. She’s guiding you in as best as she can, and you begin burying your tongue inside of her. You press in, tasting her arousal, losing yourself in the wonderful heat of her body. All the while, you squeeze her perfect ass, feeling just how amazing her body is. You can’t get enough, you’re never going to be able to get enough, but right now, this is all about Zofia. You trace shapes within her, eager to push her to even greater heights of pleasure. It doesn’t take long for her to be nearing the edge, her voice cracking under the strain.
“Oh, god, please! Please don’t stop! I’m… I’m almost there, I’m going to-” her words are lost, unraveling as her climax crashes over her. Zofia comes, her voice filling the room, echoing off the walls as she is lost to her orgasm. By the time she comes down, shuddering and panting, you can tell she’s come out wanting more. “Lay back, you’re mine!”
She climbs in on top of you, before you can even react. She’s reaching down, working your cock free while she adjusts her position. Her weight bears down against you, and her body fills your vision. She gazes down at you, working to line your cock up with her entrance even as she struggles to recover from her climax. It’s not enough, she wants more, and she makes that obvious with just how frantic she is to get you inside of her.
“I’m all yours, Zofia, whatever you need from me,” you murmur, but she merely whimpers in response. She’s too far gone for anything eloquent, and that is the moment she finally sinks down onto you. No matter how hard you may have tried to prepare yourself for that sensation, for the wet heat of her cunt to envelop you, there’s nothing you could have done. It’s too much, way too much, but you don’t ever want it to stop. “Ah, fuck, you’re so tight… Zofia…”
With her hands on your shoulders, she doesn’t bother responding. She rests for a moment, letting her body adjust to yours, and you watch the rise and fall of her chest as she takes shuddering breath after shuddering breath. By the time she begins to move, you’ve only just gotten used to the sensation of her body. She rises, only to fall back down, and you’re in heaven. How are you supposed to deal with this? How are you supposed to hold on when you feel this incredible? It’s far too much for you, more than you ever could have expected, but you refuse to give in yet. Nothing is going to make you back down, or waste a single precious second of this.
“Thank you, Doctor, this is just what I needed,” Zofia murmurs, falling into a steady rhythm as she rides your cock. She’s whimpering, moaning, but between her sounds of pleasure she does her best to speak to you. “Perhaps we can do this… more often?”
“Fuck, yes, please, as much as you want!” you answer, and Zofia giggles. It’s a lovely sound, especially with the way her whimpers seem to spill past whatever else she might feel at the moment. You stare up into her eyes, watching them as she rides you. This is the greatest night of your life, and you’re glad the knock on your door lead to something like this. It’s the last thing you would have expected, but you can’t think of any better late night visit than the lovely Whislash.
There’s not much any more words between the two you can even accomplish, and Zofia seems too far gone for them now anyway. She simply rides, putting her all into earning herself as much pleasure as she possibly can from the process. Of course, that’s not to say her movements don’t feel incredible for you as well. She’s so tight, moving rhythmically up and down your cock, and each and every bounce brings you closer to the edge.
She’s so good at this, so stunning and perfect, and you can only imagine the fun the two of you will have together if she wants to make this a regular thing. You’ve never known such pleasure, and you want to learn all she can teach you, all she has to show you. Letting her take the lead was the right call, that’s for sure.
In the end, no matter how hard you try to cling to the pleasure you feel, to make this moment last forever, you can only handle so much before your body breaks down, giving in. She bounces on your cock again, and again, grinning down at you as she does. The closer she gets, however, the more her smile fades. Soon, her lips part, and her mouth hangs open, finding it difficult to keep from panting from the effort. Just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, you lean up, pressing your lips against hers.
Zofia whimpers into the kiss, melting as you push your tongue inside of her. Her resolve is back in a flash, as she pushes back against you. You begin kissing in earnest, each vying for supremacy as your tongues dart back and forth, but in the end, Zofia proves the victor. She claims her dominance just as you find you can take no more. You reach up, gripping her hips tightly as you come. You groan into the kiss, feeling Zofia shudder around you as you erupt inside of her.
The sudden heat that floods into her is enough to push her over the edge, as Zofia whimpers into your mouth. She comes as well, her body tensing up, pulsing around you. Even still, she rides. Slower now, hardly moving, but she still bounces up and down on your cock, eager to milk out every bit of your seed before she comes to a crashing halt, sinking down onto you one last time as she is fully lost to climax.
She tips forward then, breaking the kiss as she slumps against you. If it weren’t for the couch beneath you, the two of you would end up in a desperate, exhausted heap. You reach up, slowly patting her back, letting your hand drift up and down her body.
“Do you feel better, Zofia?” you ask, and she nods, still struggling to catch her breath.
“That was incredible,” she admits, once her voice returns to her. “Do you mind if I just stay here tonight? And we try that again first thing in the morning?”
“Of course, Zofia, I’d love that,” you answer, and she nuzzles in against you. You can’t say you expected her drunken visit to turn out quite like this, but you’re definitely not complaining.