SIGHT

Nyota dressed in her large, fluffy, purple bathrobe; one white tissue in her hand and a few dozen balled up ones scattered around her. Eyes puffy, hair sticking out every which way and looking miserable. If I told her now how beautiful she looks to me she wouldn't believe me.

Sitting at her station on the bridge, hands elegantly manipulating switches and levers, and one finger tracing the curve of her ear absently as she adjusts her earpiece, its enough to make me stop in my tracks. A welcoming smile when she sees me, love shining in her eyes for all to see. The way she turns on her char slightly so I have an unobstructed view of her luscious legs, and the slight upturn to her lips when she does this. She knows she drives me wild with desire with just these few simple gestures.

The wicked grin on her face when we meet in the turbolift while on duty just before she leans ever so slightly forward, causing her skirt to ride up and her red uniform panties to peak out. The heated look of promise blazing in her eyes as she looks at me and licks her lips. The way she walks away from me to go back on duty, hips swaying and one last teasing smile as she looks behind herself at me. She knows I won't be able to think about anything other than her the rest of the day when she does that.

Coming home after a long day at work just in time to see her coming out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel wrapped around herself. The light dancing in her eyes as she lets the towel drop onto the floor and stands there so I can look my fill.

Her hair fizzy and wet, her sleek brown neck and her sharp collar bone begging to be touched. Her full, round breasts drooping just slightly, her nipples budding, their husky darkness oh so tempting. Soft, slightly rounded stomach with its cute little belly button creating a small hollow that my tongue loves to dip into.

Rounded hips framing her luscious mound, the tight black curls of her thatch making my fingers twitch in anticipation. Firm thighs drawing my gaze down to perfect knees, the skin there behind them so sensitive to touch. Oh so smooth lower legs leading to small ankles and dusky brown feet. Toes curling into the carpet, the only sign besides the fire in her eyes of her anticipation.

I lick my lips and hold out a hand to her. She walks toward me, full of confidence and sensuality and I realize once again that I am the luckiest person alive to have her love.

The end.

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