Tamara giggled, and her breasts shuddered in his hands. "Okay," she said softly, and slid off the desk, sauntering for the door. She opened it, gave a wave, wiggled her breasts for them, and let the door close as she walked over to her ship, to get herself another top.
A couple of the tow company's employees watched her walk across the landing bay, eyes wide.
* * * *
Tamara made her way back to Jake's hangar, now wearing a thin white halter-top that stretched tightly across her breasts. She had matched this with a pair of white jeans. She leaned in his door. "Jake?"
Jake appeared from an inside room, and smiled at her. "So. Got everything worked out?" His eyes locked on her chest.
Tamara nodded, walking into the office. "How long do you think it will take to fix her?"
He shrugged. "A day, maybe less."
Tamara grinned, and sat on the edge of his desk as he sat down. "Oh good," she said.
Jake couldn't take his eyes off the thin white material. The shadows of her nipples were dark against the fabric, and it stretched with each breath she took.
She looked at him. "Jake?"
He raised his eyes to her face, reluctantly. "Yeah?"
"Need anything else from me?"
Jake blinked. "Uh. No, thanks Tam."
Tamara leaned forward. Jake groaned inwardly. Now he could see right down the front of her top. Her breasts were very close to his face now. He suppressed an urge to flick his tongue out and lick at those full round globes.
Tamara looked at him a long moment, watching his face. She slid closer to him, watching his eyes widen as they continued to train on her chest.
"Need anything else from me, Jake?" she repeated, her voice a deep, rich whisper.
Jake groaned softly. He felt his member stirring and hardening as his vision was filled with her soft, smooth skin. He licked his lips, his tongue lingering on his lower lip.
She was breathing quicker now, he could tell. Her chest rose and fell faster, and was driving him insane with want.
"Yeah," he groaned, leaning forward. His tongue reached out, and slid slowly into her cleavage, caressing the soft flesh. He slid one strap of her top over her shoulder, slowly, hooking his thumb in the material, and pulling on it. His lips touched her flesh, kissing her, as the material slipped down, revealing one full breast. He moved his kisses to the dark, hardened nipple, and pulled it into his mouth.
Tamara moaned softly, sliding around the desk to sit before him as he suckled her breast. Her hips squirmed a bit as she watched him, and her hands slid into his dark brown hair, tightening. "You like?" she breathed.
Jake looked up, into her deep grey eyes, and nodded. His tongue toyed with her nipple softly, then swathed it in a long, slow lick.
"How long?" she asked, still looking at him.
He grinned. "Since the first time I saw you," he muttered, looking down at her breasts. "The first time I saw you, you were wearing a thin white top and a pair of blue panties." He licked her nipple again. "The first time you brought your ship in for repairs. I came on board, and you weren't dressed yet."
She looked at him. "I don't remember that."
He grinned, pushing his tongue into her cleavage. He leaned forward, suckling at the rise of skin visible over her still covered breast. Then he looked back up at her. "I know. I left before you could see me. Ever since then, I wanted to see you naked. Wanted to fuck you." He leaned forward to bury his face in her cleavage.
Tamara moaned softly. "Oh…" she breathed. She fumbled with the fastening to her jeans and unzipped them. "Then help me get my jeans off," she whispered.
Jake made a slight sound, pulling his face away reluctantly. Tamara slid off the desk to stand in front of him, and slid her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed hold of her jeans as she slid back onto the desk, removed her shoes and pulled the jeans all the way off her. Then he looked her over, sliding forward in his desk chair, pulling one leg on each side of him.
She was wearing a damp, lacy white G-string, her top pulled down to cradle one large, full breast, and he grinned. His hand closed around her exposed breast, while the other pulled her top down, letting her breast slide out of its own accord.
He left her top that way, fondling her soft flesh a moment, then he let go, leaned back in his chair, and admired her.
Tamara smiled, running one hand over her chest, playing with a nipple, then sliding down her stomach, over her panties, to stroke herself there.
Jake grinned, his hand going to the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened them.
"Perform for the video, Tamara," he said softly.
Tamara blinked. "Video?"
He nodded, unzipping his jeans, and reaching inside. "Yeah. My video surveillance camera. I'm recording this. It's always on."
Tamara moaned softly. "Oh," she said, glancing around, her hand moving faster against her panties. "Where is it?"
Jake smiled, groaning softly as his hand moved inside his jeans. "Never mind where it is. Just know it can see you perfectly."
Tamara's fingers pressed harder, and she shuddered slightly. "A-anyone watching it?" she managed, as fresh moisture dampened the already soaked material between her legs.
Jake laughed deeply. "Probably. Give them a good show."
Tamara leaned back, fingers slipping under her panties, to move against her flesh unrestricted.
Jake reached up, and pushed the material aside, watching her slide her fingers over the slick, dark red flesh, playing with it, now and then slipping a finger inside.
He grinned. "Nice. Very nice. Just keep doing that," he breathed, his own hand moving faster in his jeans.
"Can you get my panties off me?" she panted, hips gyrating as she slid another finger into her pussy. "I can't stop long enough to-"
There was a soft sound of ripping material, and the panties fell away. Jake slipped the pocket knife back into his pocket, and ran a finger over her completely exposed flesh. He relished the gasp that came from her and stuck his finger in his mouth. "Mm," he purred. "Very nice. Keep it up. I want to watch you make yourself come. You think you can do that for me, Tam?"
"Uunnhh-huuuh…" Tamara groaned, sliding two more fingers into her body.
Her hips thrust against her hand, a wet, slurping sound, mixed with her panting moans. Jake's hand slowed as he watched, his teeth gritting.
"Yeah, that's it. Come for me."
Tamara fell back onto the desk, papers and other desk objects scattering, her body writhing as she curled her hand and slid it inside her, spreading herself for Jake's and the camera's view. She grunted, squirming as she pounded her hand into herself. Her other hand found a breast, squeezing it as her hips rose off the desk.
Jake grinned, watching her. His eyes drank in every bit of her, wiggling around on top of his desk, her juices running over her flesh and dampening his papers.
The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he longed to lean forward and suck her neglected clit, red and quivering in front of him. He licked his lips hungrily as she screamed, body spasming, fresh moisture flowing out of her. He leaned forward and took her engorged clit into his mouth, suckling on it ravenously.
Tamara screamed again, even louder than before, shuddering again. Her body flopped about on the desk and she could barely hear his deep, throaty chuckle as his hands closed like vices around her hips, and he raised his face from her.
Jake dragged her off the desk, and impaled her on his erection, now free of his jeans and waiting to be encased in her hot, quivering body. Tamara fell forward, breasts pressing into his face, as he began to raise and lower her on his cock. A low, appreciative groan came from him, and she felt his mouth lock around a nipple, suckling it lightly, then sucking, pulling as much of her soft flesh into his mouth as he could.