NationStates Jolt Archive

Darien grinned mirthlessly as the transport of his 89th Squadron slowly fell into orbit around the planet. He shouldn't have given in. Sure, it was the perogative of the crew as a whole to choose the vacation spot, but...

Admit it, Darien. You're looking forward to this. And he was, too. That was the worst part. Despite scuttlebut amongst his men, the Grand Duke was only human. This would be a wonderful way to relieve stress... And if I wasn't, I would take Elrond or Archwood's example and visit family.

The female members of his crew had already taken a shuttle down, stripping down to their bikini bottoms in front of the men. He knew that his underlings were probably looking upon this as a chance to get to know each other better, with an amazingly low risk of consequences. Even if things didn't go that far (and Darien wasn't overly confident in their 'self control'), the team would be closer and less self-conscious afterwards.

((Or so he hoped.))

As puriticanical as he was, he couldn't fault that. Pity the admiral decided not to come, eh? the Grand Duke asked himself, watching the second shuttle take off. With a sigh, he stripped down to his own swimsuit, tight and silky and incredibly expensive. Time to go down to planet Citore.

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His shuttle landed on the planet. Already, the smell of the ocean flashed across his nose. A glance outside the window suggested that his team was waiting for him. With a shrug, he walked out the door.

"Looking good, captain!" Wingman Ann called up to him, her arms crossed over her bare breasts.

"What seems to be the hold-up?" Darien inquired, his voice soft and careful. It suggested he knew there was a problem, and that it had better be solved in two seconds.

2nd Lieutenant Ivan pointed down the road. "Bunch of natives waiting for us, thought we'd wait for you."

"I see."

The native girls hurried down the road towards the beach where the shuttle had just landed. They giggled with anticipation as they admired the hard muscled bodies of their new male visitors.

When, at last, they reached the sand, most of the girls froze, suddenly shy, uncertain of what to say. For a moment, the girls stared at the 89th squadron as they stared back at the girls...

Maya was not impressed. She was exhausted from dancing at the banquest last night, and it had to be her welcoming group's turn today? Duty-bound, she forced a smile for their new visitors.

After about fifteen seconds of silence, she'd had enough. She pushed her way to the front of the group and came face-to-face with the best-looking man she'd ever seen. He was obviously the leader, so she smiled, for real this time, and addressed him.

"Welcome to the planet of Citore. I am Maya and my friends and I will be your guides. Please, follow us to the resort, so we can all get to know each other better."

Darien took a step forward and lightly grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips. "But of course, miss...?" he lingered slightly with the kiss, rightly judging that to be his most dashing move in this case. The captain was acutely aware of the curve of her bare breasts, the little dark and pointy bumps on those breasts, his own bright red face... Great. Anyone would think they were the first breasts I've ever seen.

The girls, while slightly miffed at being left out, knew there would be several handsome guests... as well as their own team-mates. Roanians are kept bottled up. And anything bottled up tightly will give a mighty explosion when opened up.

And the men? 2nd Lieutenant Ivan took one look around him at all the beautiful flesh. "Wow..." he fell to the ground in a faint, but he had a smile on his face. The others, while not as bright red as their leader, also suddenly found other places to look at besides the women.

This one's good, thought Maya. Very good. First he kisses my hand, then he calls me "Miss"...

She looked up at Darien. At 5'3'', she knew she was short, but he had to be eight inches taller than she was. She smiled at him as she watched him stare at her chest.

"Please, call me Maya. You will find we are not so...ah...formal here. And you are...?"

Darien jumped a little and broke eye contact with Maya's breasts.

"What? Oh. Captain Darien at your service, ma'am." He grinned.

"Come, Darien. They are expecting us." She took his arm as the group began to move slowly towards the resort.

The planet of Citore truly was a tropical paradise. The climate was ideal, nearly always sunny and warm. The land varied between beautiful beachers with white sand and clear blue water to dense jungle, teeming with wildlife. Most visitors found it breathtaking to behold.

Maya and the girls led Darien and the 89th on a sand path between the jungle and the beach. The inital shyness had worn off and they began to laugh and talk to one another.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, they reached the resorrt.

Darien looked around once more, smiling happily. Even his blush was fading. He slowly removed his arm from Maya's grasp, and smiled, holding her back as his team and the rest of the welcoming party went on ahead.

She looked into his eyes and grinned. "How can I help you?" The captain looked around nervously, and then slipped an arm around her, straining to put it around her distant waist. Maya waited a few seconds, and then laughed. "You can move your hand up a few inches, you know...I'd bet your men have already figured that out..."

His blush came back in full force. "Umm... err... I..." he looked away, pink. I'm the Grand Duke... I don't belong here...

During his moment of distraction, though, she had already slid his hand up to what for both of them was a more enjoyable spot. She also blushed slightly as electricity jolted down her spine. "mmmm..." she waited for him to react, but was surprised when it came.

He looked around nervously again, and then leaned down to kiss her, pushing her softly against a tree, his hand lightly caressing her breast.

Maya put her arms around Darien's neck and pulled him in, deepening the kiss, pressing her warm breasts into his bare chest and savouring the sensations.

After awhile she broke the kiss and smiled at him, lightly running her fingers up and down his chest.

"Darien? Would you like to go somewhere to get better acquainted. I know a place. It isn't far. We won't be interrupted."

The captain smiled at her and blushed an even deeper red than before. Maya took that to mean "yes", and took his hand, leading him into the jungle. She finally led him out to a secluded beach next to a turquoise lagoon.

Maya let go of Darien's hand and walked up to a tree. She pulled a blanket out from behind it.

"We keep these in places like this for the sake of convenience. If it rains, we have to wash them, of course, but that doesn't happen often. She spread the blanket out and laid down on it. Darien didn't move.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Well?"

Darien's expression was bright red now. "Um... I mean..." he took a step closer. Slowly, he sat down next to her. "Errr..."

"Come on... someone as handsome as you should know what to do in this situation..." she ran her hand along his chest, tracing his firm muscles. "Well?"

If he went any redder, he would be able to act as a beacon. The captain slowly raised his hand, and it hovered above her glistening breasts. "I... you are..."

She slowly reached up, and clasped it with one of her own. "Go on... I won't mind... that's what they're there for, after all..." with a quick movement, she pulled it in, holding Darien's hand down on one of the warm, soft globes that sat on her chest. Maya moaned, just within his hearing, as his hands disbelievingly squeezed at her, lightly resting on the puckered nipple for a moment.

"So beautiful..." Darien whispered at the woman, sliding an arm around her waist self-consciously. The young woman laughed delightedly, and her hand slipped down to secure it. "Um... is this..."

"Going to cost you anything? No..." she blushed at his expression. "Don't look embarassed... it's a reasonable question. I'll explain la... OH!" she pressed eagerly against his hand when he lightly slid it down in between her legs. "So..." she panted slightly, "you... do... know what you're doing..."