Red cheeks peeked out above a thick earthy beard with blond edging that fell just beyond his collarbone. Thank God hipster chic was a thing for some c...ause he had nothing else. The blue flannel shirt with closed buttons was somehow too long and ended at his upper thigh. His hands were deep inside his khakis' pockets as he sat down on the couch I bought for these sessions. The rooms were part of a co-op thing, and Tuesday was my day at the office. This was a day I wanted to rush him out of the. . he sighed. .... and then muttered the "f#ck yeah..... they feel beautiful".I then took my hand away anf put my hand between his legs.... I got to his cock and I could already feel his hard c#ck through his jeans. I put my other arm around his neck, pulled his head closer to mine and whispered in his ear " go....put your hands inside my top". He put his hand under my top and started feeling my bra..... by tis point I was also getting very turned on so I pulled his head close to mine and thenn. The slow down might have given momentary hope to the chasers but it must have been short lived as "Sundowner" surged away, under Dune, in a gentle swing to take them back onto the original heading which was not detected by the chasers.The Sundowners stood down from action stations four hours after the swing was initiated; FTL active was used every fifteen minutes for twelve hours by which time "Sundowner" was back to two ninety gravs with impellor shields headed direct for Comalee and the CA. One day, Mr. Banks, my fifty something balding boss, called me into his office. Vic, you have been with us for a while now and you have been doing a fine job. Don Wilson is going to be retiring and we will be needing a new department manager. I am considering you for the position. Would you be interested? Yes Sir, was my prompt answer. Come with me to dinner at Ralphs this evening and we will talk about the job requirements. Meet me there at seven. Again my answer was, Yes Sir. Ralphs was one.