Working graveyard shift seemed terminal as time crept slowly by. It was necessary to have a person on duty despite the advanced state of the ship. And I am the lucky candidate for this week. I loved being included on this voyage and throw myself into whatever assignment I am lucky enough to be given.

I sit here at my station, staring out the portal window, seeing nothing but the endless black horizon in deep, deep space. Occasionally, I see a grayish blur as we streak past some garbage that is floating in space. The blinking faint lights on the control panels indicating everything is running correctly, give off the only light in the room. I could have turned on the deck lights but I preferred to sit in the darkness contemplating life's great riches.

As I sit here, wavering between wakefulness and sleep, I feel a presence move in behind me. I can feel the warmth of a body as it presses against the back of my seat, leaning in against my shoulders and back of my head. I lean slightly forward to turn in my seat to see who had awakened and come to join me on watch.

As I start to move, hands reach forward, grasping my shoulders, halting my turn. They guide me back against my seat stroking my shoulders as I lean back again. I know those hands, the long tapering fingers. I recognize the even moon-shaped cut of the nails, the perfect symmetry of the fingers and the beautiful shape of the hand. More important, I can smell the musky scent of the person at the other end of these hands and I know that the Captain is on deck.

My pulse jumps into overdrive as my libido races from feeling these hands so intimately on my shoulders. I lean back, nestling my head between her breasts as I feel her hands begin to move against my neck. Fingers ever so lightly stroke the sides of my neck, stopping to feel the pulse which is racing from her presence behind me.

My breath deepens, taking in her odor, the richness of her body mingling with the soft fragrance of perfume that is her signature perfume. I tense, wanting nothing more than to turn around and look up into her eyes.

With just her fingertips, she softly outlines my lower jaws, stroking a soft circular pattern along their line. The tips graze my cheeks, moving upward to my eyes. Lightly she runs her fingertips over my closed eyelids, as gentle as a butterfly's kiss. I can feel her pulse beating in the tips of her fingers, nearly matching the increased rate of my heart.

Then with a slowness that nearly drives me insane, she lightly strokes my lips with the fingers on her right hand. Her fingers feather across my lips, causing them to tingle with lust for more. I gently suck on the tip of one of her fingers, drawing it ever so slightly into my mouth. It circles my inner lip, rubbing lightly against my teeth, making me long to feel her mouth crush against my lips.

When I can stand it no longer, the fingers withdraw and glide again down the front of my neck stopping at the top of my breasts. She feathers her fingers back and forth across the tops of my breasts, making my body arch toward her hands.

My heart races, I can feel it pounding, the sound filling my ears. The blood rushes throughout my body causing a hot torrid flush to consume me as her fingers continue teasing my breasts. She slides the zipper of my uniform slowly down stopping at my navel. My breasts spill out into the cool night air as she moves her hands back up to cup them in her hands.

With a gentle firmness the tips of her fingers circle my nipples, causing them to become rigid. They ache with the need to feel more. As I push my breasts up into her hands, the palms close around each breast, squeezing with just enough pressure to shoot bolts of pleasure through my body.

Not one word has passed between us but she has brought me to the height of passion with the simple touch of her beautiful hands. As she rubs her palms briskly in a circular motion against my nipples, I feel my body exploding. The fire races through my veins, causing red, hot flames to shoot throughout my limbs. My breath is caught and I am unable to take in any air as I spasm from the orgasm her touch has caused.

Suddenly I am startled by beeping from the console in front of me. I open my eyes, realizing my tantalizing adventure was really just a dream. There is no one in the room with me. No hands upon my body. It has all been just a figment of my imagination which has led me into one of the hottest dreams of my life. I will never look upon the Captain's hands again without feeling the passionate caresses that I know could exist between us.

So life goes on and I continue to watch into the solitude, the darkness of night, alone but not alone as long as I have my dreams.

Ensign Karol