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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW UFF TOS "Jetstream Daydream" NC-17 (U/m, K/S/Mc, Su/R impl.) PWP
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The funny thing is, I remember being pissed off when I
wrote this, but I can't remember why anymore :-D

Title: Jetstream Daydream
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail (at) yahoo.com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com
Characters: U/m, K/S/Mc, Su/R implied
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Beta: Thank you to Gumnut.
Summary; Naughty Uhura makes good use of a stream jet
in a hot tub
Written for Birgit the Acidqueen. This fic is part of
the Uhura Fest.
 
  
JETSTREAM DAYDREAM

  "Ahh, this is definitely one of the best things
about the refit," said Nyota Uhura in a voice
honey-coated with pleasure as she sank into the
Enterprise gym's new hot tub.

  "Definitely a great stress-reliever," agreed Janice
Rand. "Oh, and it feels so good not to have to worry
about all my hair getting wet!"

  "I tell you, Janice, when I first saw you after you
got your officer's training I almost didn't recognize
you without that weave."

  "Time for a change," said Janice, stepping into the
tub across from her friend. Nyota eyed her body with a
critical eye as it disappeared beneath the foamy
water.  Janice's figure was holding up well after her
pregnancy. She'd gone back to her original weight
within months of Demora's birth, and she was as toned
as ever. Nyota almost envied how well she flowed
through her silver one-piece, but then again, her own
breasts were larger and she didn't have the beginning
of crow's feet at her eyes like Janice did.

  Nyota leaned her head back against the hot-tub rim
and listened with half an ear as Janice started her
gossip-complain spiel about the engineering team. She
didn't have to look far for a source of distraction.
By chance, one of the powerful jets sending the water
into heated swirls was aimed directly at Nyota's
clitoris. Glad for the opacity of the bubbles, she
opened her legs slightly to allow the hard pulse of
water complete access to her most sensitive spot.

  "And if Scotty would have only told us, we wouldn't
have used tritium," Janice was saying with
exasperation. "I mean, can you believe it?"

  "No, I can't," Nyota answered, completely
uninterested. Instead, her mind flitted from fantasy
to fantasy, testing each to see which aroused her the
most at the moment. The tall, silent African stranger
with no shirt was mildly interesting but not enough;
Spock had gotten boring lately.

  Her thoughts went from him to Admiral Kirk. Now
there was someone who had definitely been more
attractive during their original mission. Sure, he was
still charming, and a wonderful person, but he'd
gotten... less buff, somehow, and no longer shaved his
chest, and as for his face--what in the world was with
that hairdo?

  As the jet of water gently but insistently kneaded
her clitoris, she relaxed into the water completely
and let her wilder fantasies emerge. Not just Kirk,
not just Spock, but Kirk, Spock, AND Dr. McCoy
(without the beard! Heaven knows, no beards,
please...) sitting around in the wildly improbable
setting of the back room at an Irish pub in which
Nyota used to sing when she was in the Academy.

  She'd always thought the room was very cozy and
appealing, with its dim lights, velvety-soft green
horseshoe couch, and the scent of incense to cover the
tobacco from the bar. Therefore, in her id's view, it
was the perfect setting for an imaginary circle-jerk
involving the three highest-ranked officers on the
ship.

  "And if he tells me that one more time, I swear,
Nyota, I just don't know what I'll do," Janice
asserted in a huff.

  Nyota nodded sympathetically, and shifted into the
water. In her daydream, the three men had come into
the back room after drinking all night at the bar, as
friends did. Kirk collapsed into the middle of the
couch, his smile as wide as Saturn's rings, and pulled
his two friends down on either side of him with each
hand.

  They relaxed against him, Spock more stiffly of
course, being a Vulcan. Kirk, of course, was the first
to have his penis out, and was already working it with
one hand as he reached over with the other to undo
McCoy's fly. Spock, expressionless even in Nyota's
fantasies this time, followed suit. Since she had no
idea what a Vulcan penis looked like, she just
mentally produced a green version of the brown or pink
Human organs she'd encountered throughout her sex
life.

  She marinated for a pleasant moment in the mere
eroticism of the image--three beautiful men (well,
she'd cheated--the Kirk in her mind was three years
younger) with nice firm erections rising from their
open flies. Her hips ground ever so slightly into the
water stream. Janice didn't notice.

  Talk, talk, talk.

  In the fantasy, Kirk was now holding both of the
other men's organs and was pumping them energetically.
His own shaft was being sucked by McCoy, and it
disappeared into the doctor's mouth much farther than
Nyota could actually take a man herself. Her own
version of fellatio involved a lot of licking...

  Spock closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around
Kirk's inner thigh as the captain stroked his dick.
Kirk's other hand fumbled around with McCoy's pants
until not only his penis but now his balls were
sticking out through his fly. He rolled them and
massaged them and then leaned over to suck on just the
head of McCoy's erection.

  Nyota moved the men around in her mind in impossible
ways until they ended up in a big triangle of
homoeroticism, Kirk jacking McCoy, McCoy jacking
Spock, and Spock's long fingers jacking Kirk. They
kissed each other in random combinations to suit the
increasingly powerful twitches of her clitoris, and
she timed their orgasm to stimulate hers.

  "Ahh...." she moaned softly as she came, embracing
the water jet with her legs. Other than that, she gave
no indication that anything was amiss.

  Janice looked at her with big eyes. "What? What are
you smiling about?"

  "Mmm," said Uhura in a sleepy voice, completely
satisfied. "Just thinking about how well-equipped the
Enterprise crew is...."

//

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