One Night On Earth

Eileen stood at the edge of the lake and looked at its waters. The calm peaceful ripples across its surface soothed her nerves. She had just had an argument with her Captain Bryan, and was feeling tense. She glanced at the lake again. Still the same ripples, as the wind blew across it. Eileen sighed. It had been 5 years since she had set foot on land. She missed it. She missed the smell of the earth, the greenness of the trees and the wind; she missed the wind the most. Sure there were the compulsory hydroponic gardens in the spacecraft, but they lacked the vitality of real earth grown plants. She fingered a leaf, feeling its waxy coolness on her fingertips, knowing that it was only a brief sojourn back on Earth before she would once again take off, into the `wild blue yonder' or `wild black yonder' as the case would be for her.

Slowly, Eileen got up from her cosy spot near the lake and made her way back to the ship. She caught a hovercab to the spaceport, and paid the smiling mannequin driving it with her credit card. Making her way to the landing pad with slow lingering steps savouring the air, the smell of the exhaust, the whine of the spacecraft, the flashes of light as the rockets went past the light barrier -- it would be a very long time before she could do this again, and she wanted to make the best of it. She nearly walked right into a mechanic. He looked at her, and she noticed his name tag, it said, `Charles Ryan - Mechanic'.

"Sorry, I should look where I'm going next time," she apologised.

"Not a problem," he said amiably, "I've done it myself too, many times." She noticed the flash of his smile, and his grease stained, but handsome face.

"So, you work here, do you?" she said awkwardly. `Stupid question, stupid, stupid, of course he works here. Why would he be here otherwise?' she thought.

"Well," he smiled again, "I'm basically a contract worker, you know, odds and ends." That brilliant smile once more. Eileen thought to herself, `You fool! He's years younger than you; and where are those childish feelings coming from?' But try as she would to deny it, it was true. She liked Charles.

"So, uh...would you like to have a look in the Queen Rider?" she offered, although she knew it was against protocol to allow non crew members into the ship.

"Your kidding," he gasped. "You're one of the crew of the Queen Rider?"

"Well, yes...I'm one of the original crew members." Charles eyes grew wider, and his jaw dropped open. It was all Eileen could do not to burst into laughter. He looked like a frog with loose jaw muscles. "Yes! Yes of course I'd like to see the Queen Rider. It's been my dream, to actually fly in one of those. Wow! But so far, the closest I've come to it is repairing their engines," he smiled ruefully.

"Come along then."

They both climbed up the stairs and entered into the main entry room. All the while, Charles' eyes were getting bigger, and bigger. Eileen wondered that if this was not such a good idea after all. If Bryan found them here, he would demote her faster than she could even protest. Still...he was a nice boy.

Charles looked avidly about, his childish excitement showing in every move he made. Touching this, fingering that, always very careful though. He treasured this ship as much as she did. Eileen sat down and watched him, seeing the interior with a new light. Perhaps it wasn't so dull and dreary after all. Charles looked up to her, "This has been the best," he said. "But I suppose you'd better get me off, I've heard that you're not supposed to allow non-crew on board."

"Oh well..." trailed Eileen. "You don't have to leave, you could stay a while longer..." She shocked herself at what she was thinking. She was nearly twice as old as he was.

"Oh can I?" Charles beamed. "Could I see the bridge?" Eileen took him on a tour around the whole ship, she didn't care whether Bryan was coming now or not. Just being with Charles, his enthusiasm bubbling over, was enough. Soon the completed the whole ship.

"There's one more room I'd like to see," smiled Charles. "I haven't seen your room yet you know."

`Could it be? Perhaps he feels indebted, does he really like me?' Eileen thought.

"Well," she stalled. "It's just here..."

"Here, this one? With the James Dean pictures?" Eileen blushed. She was a bit of a James Dean fan. Her one passion was memorabilia of the pre-light barrier 1950's. She usually packed them away when people visited.

"Umm...yes," she said.

"I like James Dean too," he called from inside her room. Eileen hurried along.

"Do you know that I used to belong to a 20th Century old-style movie club?"

"Really?" Eileen replied. She was looking at his face, not really concentrating on what he was saying. She couldn't help but notice the similarity between him and James Dean.

"Oh yes, we used to meet once a week and play the old film reels." He was sitting on her bed, Eileen dared herself to put her arm around his waist. He didn't react.

"I like you Eileen, even though we've only known each other for 2 hours," he said. "It feels like I've known you for ages and ages." Eileen didn't know what to do. Here was this handsome young man, interested in her, an old woman much older than him. She said,

"If you like, we can..."

"I was hoping you'd ask." he replied slowly.

Reaching across, he removed her brassiere, the hooks snapping off easily, while she revelled in the sensuous feeling that his strong arms around her created. She felt for his buttocks, and squeezed them. He gave a moan of delight.

Charles threw the brassiere across the room, and proceeded to remove Eileen's clothes, her skirt and underwear came off in a flash and he saw her, moist with anticipation waiting.

Eileen could see his erection tugging at his jeans, waiting to be loosed. His organ forming a tent between his legs. She unloosened the zipper and his organ sprang free, standing tall. His penis, red with desire, beckoned to her. She leaned over and engulfed it.

Charles gave a groan of delight when her warm, moist mouth enveloped him. He could feel her tongue, gently teasing the head of his penis. He rocked back and forth gently, swaying to the rhythm of her strokes. Long and gentle she licked, always teasing him, leaving him on the brink of orgasm.

His hands explored her wetness, seeking the point of pleasure. He located, and pressed hard. A muffled squeak escaped from Eileen's lips. He explored her slit, tickling and pulling her hairs, while her mouth was busy on his now, rock hard cock. He inserted a finger up her cleft, and felt her shiver with pleasure.

"Eileen," he gasped. "Stop...please. Nearly...there."

Reluctantly she removed her mouth from his penis. It glistened in the light of the cabin, a tall trunk wet with pre-cum and saliva. Eileen reached for his mouth, they kissed, a long slow passionate kiss, while her hands kept his organ hard. Eileen turned to Charles and smiled and turned to each other.

She surrounded his dick in her warm wetness. He let out a moan of delight. She rocked back and forth with him, in a steady rhythm. Her hands caressing every part of his body, feeling the hard musculature of his back, his defined chest. He felt her breasts, nuzzling and kissing them while gently licking. The feeling of his warm tongue rasping over her flesh made her shiver with even more delight.

They rocked back and forth in a faster rhythm now, his hips starting to buck, and hers holding him back while she strained to do the same. She felt his balls rise and knew it was time, slowly gathering up her strength, she thrust with all her might, and squeezed hard. His pubic hair brushed against her clitoris, again and again, giving her electric thrills of delight. His eyes, glazed with pleasure, looked at hers and she gazed back, thrusting ever harder, he felt his orgasm coming, like a thunderous volcano it burst out from his penis, jet after jet of hot, white cum squirted into her cunt, while he cried out in delight. Eileen kissed him ever more, determined to get her share too, already she could feel his organ getting limped. She kneaded harder with her hips and it slowly rose to attention. The orgasm came slowly, like a wave of sensations, his tongue, his dick, his hands. She cried out as she orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy.

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Charles lay in bed beside Eileen, a smile across his face. She wasn't even sure that it wasn't all just a dream, a fantasy of her own. Twice she pinched herself, just in case that man lying next to her wasn't real. Twice he was still there. Yep, he was real.

Eileen looked at Charles. What would people say if they knew! `Oh did you hear about Eileen and that young chappie, Charles? Twice his age she was.' Oh well, they could think what they liked, but she knew that they both enjoyed it.

Charles woke up and sat quietly contemplating Eileen. He had never known what first attracted him, the ship or the woman. Perhaps it was the ship, The Queen Rider, the ship of his dreams. Or maybe Eileen, the quiet dark haired lady with the sad eyes, walking home from the lake. The sound of the door of the ship opening was jarring to both their reveries. A male voice called out for Eileen, and she muttered something incomprehensible.

"Charles, that's Bryan, my captain," she whispered. "I'll try to get you out of here."

He could only nod dumbly. He knew that it couldn't continue any further, she was leaving in a few days for the stars. The thought of that depressed him, but he reminded himself of the previous night.

"Charles," whispered Eileen. "Put your clothes on, and follow me carefully." He obliged.

Eileen opened the door and looked around for Bryan. No sign of him, a few clunks came from the kitchen, and she saw him in there cleaning up. Sneaking across the main entrance, Eileen took her necklace off and gave it to Charles. He took it and put it in his pocket. Eileen opened the door and kissed him.

"Remember me," she said to him as he stepped on the doorway.

"I always will," he replied, and kissed her back.

Eileen watched as he slid down the doorway, and walked to his hovercar, turning around once to wave goodbye.