Friend with Benefits [15+ Sexual Content]

Posted on Tue Dec 31, 2019 @ 10:03pm by Civilian 'Key Holder' Yolanthe Ibalin & Civilian Dorian Torel

1,932 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Doors of Perception
Location: The Box of Delights Holodeck
Timeline: MD16 2100

Previously in R&R
As Torel began pulling off the wing suit the landscaped shifted to that of a tropical paradise. A white sand beach stretched out before them, shaded with sporadic palms and a dock led out to a bungalow sitting above the water as the iridescent water rolled rhythmically along the shore.

Tossing the wing suit against the trunk of a nearby palm he turned walking backwards toward the shore. "Coming?"

Yolanthe finished kicking off her own suit, and left it on the floor, "Hopefully." she replied following him.

And now the conclusion

A devilish grin appeared on Dorian's face as he turned, diving into the water. Surfacing he treaded water watching her.

In the moments he'd been under, she changed from the body suit that she had on beneath the wing suit, into something more suitable for the beach. A long skirt, made of hundred of strands of wooden and shell beads. And nothing else.

Her outfit left little to the imagination and he let the gentle roll of the water push him closer as he took in the voluptuous view. "You know...you won't be able to swim very well in that."

"You said wear something for the beach. And this is traditional for where I come from." She walked into the water to join him, "After the Adrenalin rush, I assumed we would be...relaxing."

Parts of her attire floated and parts were pushed aside, trailing behind her as she moved through the water. Swimming up to where he could walk he moved closer to her wrapping his arms around her after moving a few strands out of the way. "You know, that's not very...relaxing."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let the bouncy of the water support her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, squeezing him with her thighs. "It is for me. I'm always very relaxed after."

The coolness of the water was replaced by the warmth of her skin on his as she wrapped herself around him. "You know I probably do owe you. I did make sure that we both caught at the same time..."

"Yes, you do." She leaned down to kiss him, then quickly rose up, throwing her weight forward, and dunking him completely under the waves.

Letting himself fall back into the waves, his face planted into her chest as she rose up, he took her with him under the water as he tried to decide to left or right. The decision made he twisted his head slightly to the side and gave her a nibble.

Yolanthe broke the surface with a laugh, and got a grip on his hair to pull him away. "I can think of better ways to test how long you can hold your breath..."

"Is that right...what could you possibly have in mind..." Before she replied he had taken a deep breath and had slipped under the water, working his way down her torso.

She gave a squeal of laughter as she felt him nuzzle up against her. "I think you know full what I have in m-" she cut herself off with a groan as he pressed his face against her intimate parts. "Yes. You definitely -" and then she forgot what she was saying altogether, and had to give whatever spare brainpower she had left over to concentrating on staying upright.

His knees rested on the sand and he had reached up, pressing against the small of her back. Luckily for them the surf was light. Dorian focused his attentions on her the heat of her body replaced with the cool rush of seawater. With the greatest pressure applied during the chill.

She shuddered, gasped, and then with a shriek of laughter, her knees buckled and she collapsed on top of him, and for a moment there was a confused tangle under the water.

Breaking the surface he tossed his hair out of his face. "I still had breath left..."

She snorted, her skin a bright cherry red, her hair vivid scarlet. "Well, I don't normally get that when I'm standing up. I'm happy to give you a second chance on the beach..."

Dorian had scooped her up and kissed her firmly as he carried her towards the beach. Lowering them both of them the white sand.

Without pulling away from him she twisted, rolling them both so she was on top, his shoulders trapped under her knees. "This is far more what I'm used to." she purred."

Looking up at her as she sat on his chest he took in the voluptuous view once again. In a playful tone of mock surrender, "You have now...do you your worst."

She leant over him. "Worst?" SWorst would be leaving you here with blue balls. That doesn't serve my interests at all." She kissed him with a smile. "I think you'll have to settle for sex."

Her hair had spilled all around them like curtain and he returned her smile. "Well technically I still owe you don't I..."

She leant closer to him. "And I'm going to collect in full."

Though his shoulders were still pinned he reached up to caress her thighs. Arching a single brow he bit playfully clicking his teeth together.

"Down boy!" she put her finger on his lips. "Good things come to those who wait."

"Ohhh...I didn't think you wanted to wait?"

She slid further back until she was straddling his hips, grinding against him through his trunks. "Oh, I'm not going to wait. But you might have to."

The corner of his mouth curled. "Well you did say good things come to those who wait..." crossing his legs in the sand he sat up, wrapping his arms around her. Kissing her deeply his hands moving up her torso...across her cheek and into her hair.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, and pressed herself tight against him chasing the stimulation, still rocking against him, her skin and hair getting redder, and her breath getting shorter. "Also, to those, who don't" She managed between panting breaths and cherry red from head to toes.

She was brazenly grinding against him, lost in sensation, making little mewling sighs of need as she approached the edge, and then her nails sunk into her shoulders, she gave one last gasp of ecstasy, and collapsed bonelessly against him with a happy purring sigh.

Hissing at the good pain as she dug he fingernails into his skin. Releasing her he reached down to free himself from his trucks he let himself slap up against her. "You're not done yet are you?"

She didn't move from where she was collapsed against him. "I can go a round two," she murmured. "If you think you're up to it."

"Haven't had round one yet...". As he spoke he reached down pulling himself away from her letting his manlyness slap her rear with satisfying smack.

"I wasn't counting for you," She nipped at his ear with her teeth.

Rolling them over he placed himself purposefully; not to enter but to part and slide over her. Pressing himself against her, his piercing rubbing her just right.

Still sensitive from her previous high, it made her gasp out a hiss of pain edged with pleasure.

Taking long slow stokes he hovered over her watch the effects of the pleasurable torture. She squirmed, caught between trying to pull away, and wanting more.

"Fuck, yes." Yolanthe went pure scarlet. She lifted her hips to lock her ankles in the small of his back. "Don't stop now."

He had no intention of stopping as he was just getting started. His slow rhythmic movement increased in both tempo and force only to return to slower pace as he rose to his knees, pulling her hips off the sand. His body began to glisten with sweat and with his other hand at nape of her neck he pulled her towards him as he thrust into her.

She was coming undone again, the sensations building to a demanding pressure. She was ready to let go, to let it wash over her again. It took all her will power not to give in before he was done. She rolled them again, and once she had her balance again, began to ride him, muscles all down her torso and thighs flexing as she moved.
Yolanthe dropped her head, nuzzling his neck, reduced to debauched gasps as she kept riding him, chasing her pleasure.

Grinding harder he turned his head towards hers as she pressed herself against him. The sound of his breathing hissing through his teeth. Finding her ear he brushed it, running his teeth over the edge of her earlobe; he bit down as he neared his end.

The sudden pain was the sensation that tipped her over of the edge, and she came with wordless shout of pleasure, shaking on top of him.

The added pressure of her spams finished him as well and they came together. He didn't move but he felt his pulsing mix with hers. They laythere together in the sand, his arms wrapped around her as their breathing slowed. They were both a sweaty sandy mess.

Yolanthe, still a dark wine red, rolled off him and lay panting, staring at the sky for a moment. "I think I have got sand somewhere unmentionable." She shifted a bit so she could put her arm around his shoulders. "I blame you, by the way."

He chuckled. "Great...another debt i will have to make good on."

"Excellent." She pushed her hair from her face. "I like a man who pays interest."

"Detailed interest." He put an arm behind his head as they laid there. After a few minuter of quiet he spoke again. " You hungry?"

Her fingers brushed some of the sand away from his skin. "After that? I thought you would want sleep more than food?"

He grinned, "Oh I will definitely sleep well tonight, but first things first. I'm famished...come on."

After pulling her to her feet he led her to a beach shower where they took their time getting the sand off of each other. Once that was done he took her hand and together they padded down the wharf to the bungalow on the far side was a table with padded chairs and through the shears was a lounge area and bedroom on the far side.

She looked at the table, with its fruit bowl and coconut cups. "This food isn't real. This is a holodeck, not a replicator." She gave him a push towards the padded chairs. "Why don't you sit, and I'll call room service?"

Bowing at the command, "That sounds perfect." Having retrieved his trunks and slipped them on, he relaxed into one of the chairs, leaning back as he waited. Closing his eyes he let out a contented breath letting the sun dry the waters chill from his body.

Yolanthe, now the color of ripe plums, stepped away to call down to the bar. She came back a few moments later, "I hope you like-" Torel had dozed off on the chair. Their recent exertions and his earlier lack of sleep catching up to him. Picking up a throw from the other chair and tucked it over him. It looked like he needed sleep more than food.

With a last kiss to the forehead, she called the arch, and left him to sleep.

OFF

Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner
Box of Delights

Dorian (tuckered widdle guy) Torel
Bodyguard and henchman for Geral Lasuma

 

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