Vacationing at Sundes II

The twin suns showered their rays upon Tiana’s skin. She had never experienced anything quite as freeing as sunbathing in the nude before. She had simply mentioned to Derek that she had always wanted to vacation on Sundes II, a tropical ocean planet with a smattering of islands where the indigenous population worshipped the planet’s two suns. Next thing she knew, he had written a holographic simulation of the planet for her. She tried explaining to him that even her generous expense account didn’t cover customized programming but he had insisted it would be complimentary. Who was she to argue?

He had done an admirable job. She could feel the cool breeze caressing her sun-warmed breasts. The gentle roar of the waves came and went as they, in typical sporadic fashion, rolled upon the beach. She could even smell the vast ocean’s salt and seaweed.

Tiana slowly opened her eyes. Men and women, all as naked as she was, wandered to and fro along the wide expanse of beach. Looking at the ocean, she watched a familiar figure slowly walking out of the water. With every step, more of his body became exposed to her gaze as it rose out of the water. The pads of muscle over his shoulders and chest were unmistakably Derek’s. Another few steps brought his tight abdomen out of the water for her perusal. Her patience was finally rewarded as another few steps revealed the blackness of his curls followed by his manhood. Tiana watched mesmerized as drops of water made their way down the length of his body flowing in free-form patterns that she imagined tracing with her tongue.

As Derek approached his lounge chair, adjacent to hers, his eyes diverted from the chair and fixed upon her body as the look of a man who had not eaten in days filled his handsome mug. Tiana just watched him looking at her, saying nothing for fear of breaking the spell of the moment.

“Nice outfit,” he finally said.

“Glad you approve, particularly since you wrote the program void of bathing suits,” she retorted tartly.

“I simply wrote the program as true to the planet and its customs as possible,” he defended. “The Sundesians are sunworshippers. They believe that the rays emanating from their two suns carry their gods’ messages to them. For this reason, their laws forbid the covering of their bodies. That way they can be as in tune with their deities’ desires as possible.”

“How convenient. I’ll bet they are a male-dominated society, aren’t they?”

“Quite the opposite. It is their women who govern and legislate most of their laws.”

Typical snotty AI, she thought, thinks it knows everything.

“Cut out the history lessons and pass me the sunscreen nanos,” Tiana told Derek abruptly.

“Sorry, we are on Sundes II. Nanos are not allowed because—”

“No, no, don’t tell me. They interfere with the sun gods’ ability to communicate their will to their people.”

“Right. Now you’re getting the hang of it.” Derek smiled.

Oh no! The smile, she thought. I’m melting, I’m melting. If clothes are going to be outlawed, then that damned smile should be outlawed too.

“Derek, I am a fair-skinned redhead. I don’t tan. I burn and I freckle, but I don’t tan. I need my nanos.”

“No you don’t. What you do need, however, is milk from the cuidian aloe plant. It grows in most tropical climates except for Earth.”

“I am not drinking some plant’s milk. That sounds gross.”

“No, silly girl, you don’t drink it. You apply it to your skin,” Derek corrected her and chuckled. She was such a provincial city girl.

“Oh yeah, well, how am I going to get it on my back, huh? Nanos are way easier. You just need to …”

“No, Tiana, you just need to relax and I’ll apply it to your skin.”

Unconsciously squeezing her legs together, Tiana felt an agonizing twinge between her legs at the thought of Derek’s hands rubbing her body. The memory of what had happened the last time he had massaged her was still fresh in her mind.

“I’m naked, I’m not going to let you rub some gooey plant crap all over me,” she reasoned.

“I’m an AI, it’s not like I am going to enjoy it or anything. My purpose is to see that you are well cared for, and allowing you to burn while in paradise would not be caring for you. Besides, if you don’t like the way it feels you can always stop running the program. You’re not scared of me touching you, are you?”

“Of course not. I don’t know why I’m even discussing this with you. You don’t exist. You are a set of ones and zeros on the chamber’s active memory. You will do the part of my back that I can’t reach.”

“Computer, materialize a bowl of cuidian aloe milk,” Derek ordered.

A bowl containing a thick, white-green substance materialized in Derek’s hand.

Smiling as he bent down to her, Derek handed the bowl to Tiana and warned, “Make sure you don’t get any on your beautiful hair because—”

“I know how to apply lotion to my skin without messing up my hair, I don’t need some stupid computer program to tell me what to do,” she curtly cut him off.

A little self-consciously, Tiana started applying the concoction to her unclothed body as Derek watched.

The stupid hologram is staring at me with a stupid grin on his stupid face.

Quickly rubbing the aloe milk into every square inch of the front of her body, Tiana stopped, quite satisfied with herself.

“If I need you to do my back, I’ll let you know when I flip over later on. In the meantime, please notice Mr. Human Wanna-be, that I didn’t get any on my hair or anywhere other than those parts of my body that actually required it.”

“You rubbed it into your pubic hair,” he stated, as if pleased he’d caught her on a technicality. AI’s were so darn literal.

“Yes, but I meant to do that. That part of my body has never seen the sun and I am not about to burn it,” she retorted snottily. Why am I even bothering to explain myself to this thing?

“Well, if you had allowed me to finish what I was saying earlier, I would have explained that aside from protecting the skin from the rays of the sun, the milk from this particular aloe plant disintegrates hair upon contact.”

“Disintegrates hair?” Tiana looked down at her now totally bald pussy. “Shit! You are a dead man!” She jumped out of her lounge chair and swung an angry fist that just missed Derek’s face. “And don’t go making yourself disappear, either, or so help me I’ll delete your sorry ass.”

Derek ran as fast as he could straight for the water and, taking a few steps into it, dove in and disappeared under the surf. Tiana followed just a second or two behind him.

Where the hell is he? I’m going to tear him apart limb by limb, starting with his dick.

She stopped all motion, neck deep in the refreshing ocean water. Tiana listened intently for any sound that would give away Derek’s position. He wasn’t human so he could probably stay underwater as long as he needed to without having to come up for air. Still, she would find him. He had made a fool of her and she would make his electronic body pay. She was mad as a hornet. She was so angry that she couldn’t see straight. She was so … very … horny. The stupid program seemed to have that effect on her. No matter what either one of them ever did, it eventually made her hot for him. Not him, it. It is not real.

“Ungh!” Tiana cried out as she felt a pair of hands reach from behind her and caress her breasts, holding each nipple between a thumb and index finger. The hands simultaneously pulled her back into a rock-hard chest.

“Damn you, Derek,” she half whispered and half cried out. Tiana tried to extricate herself from Derek’s hold, but with each squeeze of her breasts and each pinch of her nipples, a portion of her energy fled her. Her body was too weak to fight. It was as if she was under a magic spell and her muscles refused to obey her.

Tiana closed her eyes as her legs relaxed and ceased to hold her up. She was kept from sinking into the water exclusively by the hold Derek had on her now aching and extremely sensitive breasts.

“Don’t try to get away or I’ll stop pinching your nipples. Or worse, I’ll take my hands away from your breasts,” he whispered hoarsely. The heat of his breath on her ear made her even hotter.

“Don’t take them away,” Tiana begged. She reached down with her hand and rubbed her now smooth mound. Finding her clitoris, Tiana flicked at it with her middle finger hard and fast. She needed release.

“Oh no you don’t,” she heard Derek whisper softly in her ear as he removed one hand from her breast and directed it down to keep her from touching herself. How did he know what she was doing? Was he that in tune with her? There had to be a way to tone down the holographic chamber’s sensors.

Much to her relief, he slid the intruding hand around her hip and took over the job she had been doing just a moment ago, from behind. Tiana spread and stretched her legs wrapping them around the back of Derek’s thighs as she gave herself up to the buoyancy of her body in the water. Her center desperately searching for his manhood. .

She felt Derek’s teeth nipping at her neck, each nibble followed by soft gentle kisses that soothed her.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” she heard him whisper. Tiana didn’t answer.

“If you don’t respond I’m going to have to stop,” he threatened before repeating his question, “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

She’d be damned if she was going to give him the satisfaction of giving him an answer.

“Yes, I like what you’re doing to me,” she heard herself say, unable to fight her treasonous body. “Don’t stop.”

Her will and her mind were not working together. She was an educated, sophisticated, woman. Why was she so out of control? This minute, she would kill if she had to in order to hold on to the sensations pulsing through her lust-filled body.

A high-pitched scream escaped her throat as she felt Derek’s middle finger enter her. His index finger continued the job of tantalizing her engorged, hypersensitive clitoris without missing a beat.

Thank goodness for his big hands.

Derek’s other hand moved from the one breast to the other. He stroked her breast upwards, each time finishing with a pinch to her aching, over-sensitized nipple. His hand’s rhythm on her breast matched that being applied to her most intimate parts.

Changing his method of attack above the water level, Derek moved his mouth from her neck to her ear, where he allowed his tongue to, gentle as a feather, lick all the way around the ridge of her ear, finally sucking the soft fleshy part into his hot, waiting mouth. In between the caresses his lips levied on her, she felt him nip her with his teeth from time to time, not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to sharpen her senses.

Tiana was settling into Derek’s rhythm. He was working her into a frenzy when he once more upped the ante.

“Goodness gracious!” She arched her back some more, trying to spread her legs wider as she felt Derek’s thumb gently pushing at her back door.

Tiana screamed as the myriad of feelings she was enduring became an orgasm that exploded and surged upwards from the heat between her legs, expanding to every part of her conscious being.

* * * *

The ship’s Security Officer had, after much effort, succeeded in tracing the transmissions to a specific state room. Marshall Delaney looked forward to recapturing Derek and heading back. Deep space missions no longer held any appeal or enticement for him. Not since the war.

Suspecting he would find Derek at the source of the transmissions, the Marshall, along with two Galactic Alliance Enforcement officers and the Captain, now found himself directly outside the luxury suite that he hoped held Derek. The Captain had suggested that they proceed with caution and watch the suite for a while just to make sure all was as it appeared. Impatiently, Marshall Delaney agreed that it was odd that Derek had given himself away so easily, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Besides, he hated space travel and was more than ready to go home.

Time to collect his prisoner.

“Okay, people,” he whispered to his team. “On the count of three … one … two … THREE!” The team moved in, overriding the door’s controls and opening it. The three officers, weapons in hand, rushed into the suite’s great room. What met the good Marshall’s eyes caused him great consternation. Instead of finding Derek, the room opened up to reveal a man and a woman, probably in their mid- or early-60s, stark naked running a holographic program that could have jumped right off the pages of the ancient Earth tome, Thousand and One Nights.

“What is the meaning of this and what are you perverts staring at?” Inquired a very angry man while attempting to shield his nude wife from the strangers’ shocked eyes.

Marshall Delaney wished he had paid heed to the good Captain’s advice. Derek had set them up to keep them busy and away from his real location. What’s worse, like a fool, he had fallen into the trap. He’d be lucky if the couple didn’t sue.

Marshall Delaney could tell that the Captain was biting his lip, doing his best to keep from laughing at the predicament the Marshall had landed them in.

“Marshall Delaney, I’d like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Leckelman. They are celebrating their forty-fifth wedding anniversary. I had the privilege of meeting them when they joined me in my private dining room for a celebration dinner a few nights ago.”

The Marshall pierced the Captain with a look that could have wiped out an entire division of Terrilians.

Shielding his eyes, the Marshall spoke to his two officers. “Head back and meet me in the Captain’s office.” Turning to the now covered but extremely irate couple, he withdrew his identification. “My apologies sir, ma’am, please pardon the interruption. I am Space Marshall Troy Delaney. I am tracking an escaped felon and, in the process, investigating some illicit communication signals that were traced back to your stateroom. This is obviously a horrible and awkward time for me to be asking, but have either of you made unauthorized transmissions since the start of the trip?”

“Marshall, as the Captain just said, my wife and I are celebrating our forty-fifth wedding anniversary we have not communicated with anyone anywhere, nor do we have any plans to do so. Getting away from people is why we are on this trip.”

“I pray both of you will accept my humblest of apologies for my thoughtless intrusion. Rest assured it will not happen again,” the Marshall promised in the most humble tone he could come up with.

He turned and, with the Captain following closely behind him, left the stateroom. His thoughts melded with his anger as he faced the fact that Derek had made a fool of him once when he escaped at the spaceport and had just finished making a fool of him once more. Derek Hart, I will find you even if it means searching every square inch of space dust in the universe. This was no longer just a job for him. It was personal.