Chapter 18 - Sex Scene: A Friendly Tune up

Rachel gasped as Eric's hands stripped her blouse off. She was both surprised, and grateful, that he hadn't ripped any of the fasteners as he did. 

"Plenty of practice?" She asked with a smile as Eric scanned his gaze over her chassis. He reached out and she trembled when his hands cupped her breasts. "Oh, I should say so." She moaned softly as Eric's fingers squeezed into each softening, more pliable, metallic mammary. Eric slowly began to roll his wrists, oscillating in a gentle cycle that pushed her breasts upwards, out to the sides, down and around toward the middle, then up again.

Her lips glistened as she lubricated them with repeated applications of her tongue. Eric noted the distraction, but he didn't let it stop him. Her breasts were tense. They were taking four beats to properly stimulate her, when three should have been enough.

"Relax," He ordered. He spotted a small switch on the side of her chair. He lifted his leg, and pulled the chair toward the back wall, then knocked his foot against the switch. Rachel yelped as her chair reclined suddenly. Eric let go of one of her breasts to catch the back of the chair, and stopped it from slamming against the desk. "I didn't expect a full recliner." He commented as he knocked the switch back, and the chair tightened up. 

Rachel huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts as she rested back against the now angled seat. Then Eric knelt in front of her and began to trace his fingers down her abs, examining her manufactured musculature with a professional passion. Her skin trembled as he pressed against it, and he traced the tips of his fingers in tickling tracks. Before he passed her nondescript navel node, she was gnawing on her lip.

His breathing had been steady throughout all of this, and his words were crisp and to the point. Still, he'd yet to repeat the order she'd first ignored. Now on his knees, and between hers, looked up at her gleaming optics. 

"I thought I told you to take these off." He said. Rachel pouted and undid the clasps in the front of her pants, but as she started to pull her pants down, Eric didn't move. He was between her legs and she couldn't very well push the seat of her pants through him. Her optics dilated when his lip twitched. Her visual processors scoured 100 frames in that second until they found the one where the Engineer had flicked an inscrutable grin. Her mind archived the image for later use. Her motor functions began to lift her legs up, and up, until her ankles were level with Eric's shoulders. 

Then she leaned back against the chair and lifted her legs higher. 

Her ankles were high in the air as she hooked her thumbs into the hem of her pants and she started to pull her pants up and off. They slid against her legs and Eric watched as she maintained the posture. Her back was good, yes, but there were small irregularities. Her thighs trembled too much, her knees shook, but the jiggle in her ass and smooth flawless color of her skin were just right.

"You work yourself hard," He said, quietly, as he reached up to run a hand up her thigh. He squeezed gently, dimpling the thick feminine flesh and drew a sigh from her as he started to work his hands in relaxing motions. "But you're happy. You like the work." He felt a soft weight rest on either side of his head as Rachel rested her legs on his shoulders, Her pants slipping off and falling onto the ground.

"It has its rewards." Rachel cooed as she ran her hands through his soft hair. Eric looked down and saw the sheer material covering her groin. The black silk clung damply to pulsing lips. Eric smiled as he ran his hands up her legs and continued to seek out faults and abnormalities. Not like I'm flying by the seat of my pants, my head between the legs of one of the hottest Constructs to ever walk the Earth.

He tweaked and squeezed his way until her feet were in his hands, as he sat back from her. Rachel squeaked and giggled as Eric worked his fingers over her toes. Back and forth, until her breathing was heavy and she was relaxed against her seat. Eric eased forward and inhaled her scent. Minty. He dragged his tongue upwards toward the hidden bead that thrummed out of sight. Rachel moaned and continued to stroke Eric's hair, and held him in place as he zeroed in on that buzzing fun button.

"Yeeessssss," She groaned and Eric felt her pussy lips flex against his as his tongue pushed aside the silk to taste the silver slit of the Construct Captain. Pushing in, and pressing his tongue up against her clit, got him a gasp and the minty taste of her own lubrication as he tested her inner walls. 

Temperature seems a bit high, am I going too fast? He grunted as she locked her legs behind his head and his face was pushed deeper into her sodden snatch. Nope. Going too slow. He closed his eyes and set his tongue onto short movements, fast and precise. He struck, first in an angular pattern, darting his tongue in and out with quick thrusts. Each one earned a slight jerk of Rachel's legs as she grew hotter against his face. Still too slow. He swept his tongue hard and wide and she grit her teeth and Eric was sure he felt her clenching her toes. Too damn slow! He grunted and pulled back, and stood up. As he did he pushed Rachel's legs up and further back, her ankles were held by his hands.

She opened her eyes to look at him, his chin dripping with her runoff and a calm smile with a determined gleam in his eye. Behind him, the sun was rising. She trembled as he spoke.

"Let's try this; Rachel." He said, and she licked her lips. "Please open up my pants, so I can fuck you-" 

RIIIIIP, and there went Eric's pants.

Well. SHIT. Eric looked down to see his pants torn open, his boxers yanked down, and his erection standing tall and proud. Her hands were warm to the touch, and there was an electric thrill that ran up his spine. Heat came off her cunt in waves as Rachel lined Eric's cock up with her pussy. 

He pushed into her, her tight folds pushing against him. The electric feeling grew only stronger as he pressed deeper. "Relax." He commanded. She grunted as he pushed further, and the way grew harder. "Rachel." He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. "It's okay." He paused, and he felt the walls of her cunt soften. While the thrill of gentle, delicious, energy up his dick did not abate, Rachel did exhale, and opened up to him. Her optics shimmered as she drank in the image of him: his head eclipsed the Sun, as it rose above the city outside the tinted window.

She trembled from memory and from the moment as Eric leaned forward and penetrated her to the far end of her pulsing passage of her polymer pussy. He felt the end as he hilted in her. His balls slapping hotly and every inch of his shaft coated in that minty lubrication. "Good." He whispered, and leaned close. "Now, take it." He growled in her ear. Eric rocked his hips back, balanced on his heels, then slammed forward. 

"GOD!" She howled and Eric smiled. Close enough. He pulled back, and felt her walls tighten around him and hold close. Rachel's optics shone bright and her hands clung to him as he pushed her legs against her growing breasts. Growing? OH. He blinks. She kept that function, then. He felt her walls close against him. Already? He grit his teeth and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and he felt her body shudder in release as the last bits of tension dissolved. Well she got hers, Eric relaxed and let his body have its due. He released thick ropes of cum into her pussy, expecting the ejaculate to drip out onto the seat of the chair. 

Then he felt a soft suction, like the swallowing of a throat. OH. She has that model for her 'interior passage'. WOW. He gulped as he felt his cock get milked and Rachel moaned contently as her pussy sucked his cock clean. 

"Wow." Eric said, and the suction had ceased for a moment and he caught his breath. "Wow." He repeated.

"I'll say." Rachel sighed, stroking Eric's face. "Thank you, Eric. Really." She looked down, appreciating the strength of his form, and that his cock was still semi-erect. "Oh." She blinked, and saw the shredded remains of Eric's pants. "Um.. Let me call my assistant." She offered, and when Eric paled. "She's discrete. I swear!" She laughed, not bothering to pull Eric out of her cunt, or even shift from her ankles over head position on her chair, as she reached for her phone.

"Linda?" She said, and Eric blushed as he stood there, not sure what to do. Rachel giggled after a moment before releasing her grip on him, and he stepped back, and pulled up what was left of his boxers. Well, I do good work. He said, as he committed the smile on her face to memory.

Once again, thanks to Skiratas and Aeronator for editing help.