"The Dancing"

Recalled by TaskMaster Selek

as Recorded in the Hall of Records

Selek and T'Aitlu stepped off the transporter platform by Starfleet Head Quarters. Both Vulcans were stunning in their appearance. Selek was wearing a heavy, dark brown robe with the most interesting buttons sewn on, rather than the usual clasps.

His companion, T'Aitlu, was wearing a Deltan silk, green gown that was low-cut in front. Her ample bosom threatened to spill over the top of her gown. As for the back of the gown, well, there wasn't one really. It was slung low at the back, falling just below her waist. Her raven-black hair covered her back in a veil of lushness.

They looked at each other, noting the effect their stunning presence had on other beings in the transporter room. Selek approached the operator and asked her, "Where is a suitable dancing lounge please."

The operator stammered her response, "You might want to try "The Pon Farr" around the corner..."

Selek and T'Aitlu both raised their eyebrows at the name of the club, but Selek said, "That would be acceptable. Thank you." He bowed his head and the two of them swept out of the room. Their sharp ears heard the sigh that emanated from the Transporter Operator. The corners of T'Aitlu's mouth lifted slightly.

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They arrived at the Pon Farr. The noise was almost deafening for the Vulcans, but the music was just what they wanted. Both fast and slow music. The host at the door showed them to a table where they ordered a litre of wine. The table was well within striking distance of the dance floor.

While they were waiting for the wine to arrive, they strolled onto the dance floor. Selek gathered T'Aitlu into his strong arms and held her close, pressing her breasts against his chest. They fell into the familiar steps necessary for the dance and gazed into each other's eyes.

T'Aitlu asked Selek if he knew how to waltz. Selek responded that he didn't, but would be willing to learn. "Now is as good a time as any," T'Aitlu said. She described the steps to Selek, who concentrated mightily. They started out very tentatively, but soon Selek gained confidence and didn't do half bad. There were a couple of times that T'Aitlu had to move her feet quickly to avoid getting tromped on by her clumsy partner, but he was improving.

They danced to all sorts of music; both fast and slow. Selek liked dancing the slow dances with T'Aitlu providing he didn't have to waltz. He preferred to sway to the music with her in his arms.

They had been there for several hours, drinking wine and dancing, with the occasional rest. There was a slow dance that pulled them to the floor. Again, Selek gathered T'Aitlu into his arms and this time, she rested her head on his shoulder. Selek had his hands around her waist and slowly slipped his fingers under her low-slung back so they brushed against her ass. T'Aitlu gasped and Selek pulled his hands out of her dress and placed them against her waist again.

"Forgive me, T'sai. My actions were not appropriate." Selek bowed his head.

"That was not unpleasant, S'haile," T'Aitlu breathed.

"Then you were not offended"

"No, not at all." T'Aitlu indicated her acceptance of his behaviour by slipping her hand inside his robe at one of the gaps caused by the placement of the buttons. She gently brushed against his manhood, which caused his cock to jump slightly. "Perhaps it would be best if we retired to my TSU workshop. It is close to here and we can get something to eat. I have some brandy there as well," T'Aitlu whispered in Selek's ear as she continued to explore his body surreptitiously.

"That would be acceptable," Selek hissed.

They left the dance floor, and Selek settled the bill. They left quickly and hailed an air-taxi that whisked them to TSU.

Once there, T'Aitlu guided Selek to her workshop. It was fairly large with material and doll parts lying on her workbench. Selek raised an eyebrow at the collection of parts, but T'Aitlu assured him it was for a class she had been teaching. Selek had no idea that T'Aitlu was a full professor at the University. He wasn't on staff at all.

They ordered food from the replicator and settled down to eat. T'Aitlu noticed how Selek's robe gaped at his crotch and the view wasn't lost on her. She kept glancing at the shadow of his groin during the meal. Selek was watching her secretly, and his eyes were not always on her face. He had noticed during the dancing that her gown had slipped in the front so that her areola showed somewhat.

'I wonder what they would taste like' he mused.

After dinner, they recycled the dishes and brought out the brandy. T'Aitlu was not used to alcohol, but, so far, she was holding her own. However, she was feeling the effects and this made her more bold.

They moved to the sofa and Selek gazed into T'Aitlu's eyes and held them intensely. He made his move. His fingers brushed the tops of her breasts. T'Aitlu gasped, but did not flinch away. He continued. He slipped his hand inside her dress and cupped an ample breast, thumbing the nipple to hardness. T'Aitlu moaned softly and slid her hand inside Selek's robe, grabbing his throbbing cock. Selek closed his eyes briefly at the sensation of her hot hand on his rod. He slid the straps of T'Aitlu's gown off her shoulders, freeing her breasts. He lowered his mouth and tongued her nipple. He swirled his tongue around it causing it to be erect. T'Aitlu arched her back to encourage Selek to take more breast into his mouth. He obliged willingly. T'Aitlu had a firm grasp of his cock and started to stroke him slowly.

Selek's hand left her other breast seeking her essence. He lifted up the full skirt and sought the area where her legs met her body. She parted her legs so that he could explore her womanhood. He felt the moisture and heat radiate from her. He slipped in a finger, causing her to moan again. Her grip on his cock tightened reflexively and she increased her pumping of him. Selek barely suppressed the moan, and started to rock his hips, thrusting into her hand. His ministrations of her sex sped up and he slipped in another finger and thrust them back and forth into her. He altered his rhythm, first slowly, then pummping his fingers into her at breakneck speed. She started rocking her hips in time with his finger-fucking.

They were both splayed on the sofa, panting with ragged breaths. Selek's robe had become undone and was opened so he was totally exposed. T'Aitlu's free hand rubbed his chest, brushing against his nipples. It felt as if there was a current from his nipples to his cock. Each touch, either with hands or mouth caused his cock to jump even more. He didn't think he could get any harder. T'Aitlu's pumping became almost frantic and Selek felt his balls contract in preparation for orgasm. Selek concentrated fiercely on satisfying T'Aitlu as he wanted her to orgasm when he did. He held off his own feelings to prolong his sensations. He put a third finger into T'Aitlu and finger-fucked her in earnest. She was so close... so very, very close... He couldn't stop his orgasm no matter how hard he tried. T'Aitlu was too good at what she was doing. It exploded out of him and covered her hand, his belly and splashed onto her gown.

T'Aitlu arched her back at almost the same time. Selek felt her muscles contract around his fingers as her juices flowed from her. They covered his hand and flowed onto the corner of his robe.

They both sagged into the sofa cushions, totally satisfied. They looked at each other. "Should we have done this?" Selek asked. "What will this do to our working relationship?"

T'Aitlu seemed unconcerned. "We will do what any Vulcan would do. Carry on, but hold a special spark for each other that only we will know." The corners of the Vulcans' mouths both lifted slightly as Selek gathered T'Aitlu into his arms. They got comfortable on the couch and fell asleep, using Selek's robe as a blanket.

Finis

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