Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[lovingfingers]

David

One of the fun things about costumes was you got to be someone else, frequently a someone else who was cooler than you. Lab techs could become Klingon warriors, for instance. It was often a hilarious surprise as to how much different a person was from the character they were playing. So, it was a bit of a surprise how much the 'Tasha' I was sharing wine with was like the real Tasha. Very fit, very attractive, a crack shot, a military girl of whom Tasha would have approved. I had no doubt your fighting skills were superior to mine, despite my advantage of size, and likely strength.

The revelation that you were in the British Army set many pieces of the puzzle in order, and I found myself enthralled as we sat in a booth, sharing a scorpion bowl size cup of blood wine. Emboldened by my character, the drink, and my growing arousal, I set my hand down on the seat between us, and slid it towards your leg.

Only to encounter your hand moving towards me! Our fingers interlaced as our eyes met. Recalling a TNG scene, I raised your hand to my face and sniffed your wrist. I saw recognition in your eyes, and then a broad smile on your face.

"Now what?" you teased.

"Don't know," I laughed, "The scene faded here."

Still holding your hand, my eyes devouring you, "but we learn in a subsequent episode that pregnancy resulted."

Your eyes widened, and then crinkled with a laugh, as I bit your wrist. The server appeared with a bloody looking appetizer, "We're working as fast as we can!"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swan

I liked you, I was enjoying your company and if I had time I would get to know you better. If I could! "You certainly know your 'Next Generation' I teased "My father had all the DVDs. There's a convention in Blackpool in six weeks. By then I'll be on leave ..." I stopped myself and smiled. "You know I'm in the army" you nodded "I'm off to the States next week stopping off at Germany on the way." I stopped again "Don't get me wrong, I love my job but it seems as soon as I'm making friends with someone I get called away. But I'm on the verge of getting my NRR Badge. ... what I'm trying to say is if you're free and want to go to Blackpool ..."

I felt embarrassed so I jumped up and walked over to Charlie "Sorry to interrupt you but I believe you're friends with my Senior Officer, her nickname is HSG" she nodded "She sends her regards." We spoke for a few moments and I came back to you.

"It's been great meeting you. Maybe one day ..."

 

[lovingfingers]

David

NRR Badge? I would have to google that, but it clearly sounded important to 'Tasha.' I mulled what you said, and could hear the small note of regret and then encouragement in your voice. I hadn't actually made plans to go to this particular convention, but now...

I rose as you returned, "I will look for you in Blackpool. And just in case our costumes change, my name is David Marls."

You introduced yourself and I smiled. What a charming name...

"Hey, good luck with that badge," I said as I extended my hand.

When you took it, I pulled you closer and kissed you quickly, "For Luck!"

 

[EnglishRose95]

Michelle Warre

My training meant I normally had control of my emotions meaning I was always dominant in the bedroom. But this time I was fast losing control. You demanded I was naked and so I allowed you to strip me seductively.

My mouth became your first conquest then my cleavage, I was always so proud of that, my cleavage then my nipples succumbed to your attentions as I moaned and groaned rising and bucking and then your tongue travelling down until it invaded me.

Something deep was building inside me and I knew what was. Somehow I whispered "It's been 5 months since I've been with a man. I can't hold out much longer and I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum over your face, on the bed sheets."

I bucked upwards "After all this time I want it to be special. I'm begging, and I've never begged before, please ... mount me ... FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!"

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

Michelle was one surprise after another. I had had women ask me to do things in bed before, but never had anyone shouted, "FUCK ME HARD!"

Never keep a lady waiting they say, particularly when she is armed and dangerous, and mouth wateringly hot! My lips and chin were indeed wet with your sweet juices, as I lifted my head and moved on top of you. I felt your hands take my shoulders, your fingers digging into my skin, as I guided my cock to where my tongue had been moments before. Inarticulate sounds came from both of our mouths as the head of my erection parted your labia. I pressed and felt it shift down slightly and then sink into you. My teeth clenched as I set my hands down to either side of your chest, and thrust. Your hips rose to meet me, your sex devouring my manhood. Your pussy squeezed me hard, as your back arched. You were close, and I knew what you needed.

I lunged against you, pinning your hips against the bed. Immediately, I started to fuck you furiously, hard and fast. Your hips bounced against the firm mattress. It only took a few strokes before I was able time my thrusts to your bounces. The sound of my hips slapping yours filled the room, together with the wet sounds of cock joined to pussy.

Your head arched back as you started to cum, your channel clamping down on my cock, demanding its release. My body answered your demand, my manhood exploding inside you, as I continued to give you a fuck that would leave bruises.

It was only when your channel relaxed and your body settled back that I slowed my movements. I settled deep inside you and paused, tremors continuing to shake my body. You opened your eyes and looked at me, your expression soft. I leaned in to kiss you, my breath still a bit ragged. My Goddess, you were incredible...

And, the night was young...

 

[lovingfingers]

Gerard

It had been a couple days, but I could not get Tina out of my mind. Everyone at the hospital had noticed my distraction. She had blown.. my mind, and I wanted to see her again, Now!

But our schedules did not make this possible for some time. We both were duty first kind of people, dang it all.

I had finished my shift early, for a change, and saw a rare free evening in front of me. But you were working at the Club, which was having some sort of Star Trek party. I was changing in the physician's locker room, when I glanced at a colleague's locker and saw a sticker with the familiar logo of the Federation. "Hey," I asked Paul, "you a fan?"

Paul affirmed that he was, and I asked him if he had any costumes at home. He laughed, saying he had an embarrassing number. After a brief conversation, we both drove back to his place. An hour later, I was driving toward the Club. People stared at every traffic light. It was not often you saw a Gorn pull up next to you.

 

[lovingfingers]

Edward

It was tough keeping a straight face some times. Some people just looked ridiculous in costumes, and some just acted ridiculous. But everyone was having a good time for charity, so I endured the bravado of some and the silliness of others.

I was prepared for abuse when I saw three Klingon warriors approach the bar. One drew a rather nasty looking dagger from his boot and buried it in the bar, demanding blood wine, which we had made by the barrel for the occasion. They toasted each other, then one looked at me, asking if there was any female here who could handle the attention of three warriors.

Knowing that weapons were frowned upon and that the bar had a couple video monitors, I assured him that he would soon be getting all the attention he needed.

 

[HSG1489]

Tina Pritchard

In cooperation with Robyn Tasha Ya

The party was going well and I was enjoying myself dressed as T'Pol from Enterprise. I saw a Klingon, Mr Wolf, talking with a Tasha Ya and Chris and his lovely wife enjoying a drink. The Tasha Ya and Mr Wolf we're talking about Blackpool and I heard her say she was serving in the army.

Suddenly I saw three Klingons damage the bar and using real weapons. I rushed in to see them confronting Edward. "Sorry, you cannot bring real weapons in here." I saw the damage "And you'll pay for that damage."

"Who'll make us?" One of them teased.

"I will!" I said taking the balanced position.

"And who's army?" a second one said.

"THIS ONE!" Came a voice behind me, it was the Tasha Ya.

For a moment we went eyeball to eyeball then one reached into his wallet, took out £100 and said "Will this do?"

I shook my head "Fifty should do it." I said handing him half back. "Now hand over your weapons, enjoy yourselves and come back another time. But obey the rules!" They offered me a drink I respectfully refused and we parted amicably.

I turned to 'Tasha Ya', thanked her, spoke about the army then she left but not before giving me her contact details. I would tell the boss about her help and no doubt he would write to her.

I went back to my rounds and enjoyed the evening.

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[lovingfingers]

Edward

I really had to fight to keep a straight face now, as T'Pol and Tasha chatted, then parted, leaving three chagrinned Klingons behind. I caught Tina as you passed the far side of the bar, "Vulcan port?"

You stopped, looking intrigued, and allowed me to pour you a small glass of the indigo liquor. As I passed it to you, I said quietly, "I think you broke their hearts. All they were looking for was someone for a wee foursome."

You rolled your eyes, "sorry, on duty."

"Ok," I shrugged, "have it your way."

You returned to your rounds, as I looked for 'Tasha,' but she had vanished.

 

[lovingfingers]

Gerard

I lumbered, literally, out of my car and tromped towards the entrance of the Club. Now I understood why the Gorn moved slowly, the costume!

The mask did nothing for my vision either, so I was partly blind as I entered the Club. Fortunately, people gave me a wide birth, save for those who had to take selfies with me.

I was about to enter the main room, when I heard a familiar voice, "excuse me sir, could I see some ID please?"

I turned towards the voice of the woman I desired, to see you dressed so fetchingly as T'Pol. I clumsily opened a discreet pocket in my costume with clawed hands and removed my wallet. I handed it to you and saw recognition flicker across your face, as you saw my ID.

You handed it back to me and smirked, "And how do I know its really you, Doctor, beneath that mask?"

You couldn't see, but I smiled, bringing one hand casually to your throat, as I leaned closer, "I know what you like."

You went silent, and I restrained a chuckle, "I didn't know Vulcans blushed."

"Vulcans do a lot of things you don't know," you teased, reaching over to squeeze my groin.

Suddenly very warm, I breathed, "I would love to learn more. When are you free?"

"Go to the bar. I will find you there," you smiled, "but don't change costumes. I would hate to give a stranger the blow job of his life."

I laughed, "Not on your life!"

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

I shifted and eased my cock from Michelle's channel slightly, well pleased and not surprised that I was still mostly turgid. I shifted back further, moving onto into a kneeling position, my cock popping free. Your face was curious, and eager, as though this had just been a warm up.

I smiled, as I took my manhood in my hand and began to brush the head slowly up and down your furrow. I watched, fascinated and turned on by the view. Your labia were generous, unfolding and shifting as I ran the head between them. You lie back, purring as you were stroked. Back and forth, dipping slightly inside you, onto move and massage your clit, and then back again and again. It was no time until I was fully hard again, so turned on by you. "I wish you could see this," I murmured.

You did a sit up, then propped yourself up on your arms, curling forward, looking down between your legs. I kissed the top of your head as you watched for a time. You tilted your head back, and our lips met for a hungry kiss. Our lips parted as you settled back onto your forearms. Your eyes were bright as you breathed, "Next time, I want a mirror. I want to watch you fuck me. But for now, Just Fuck Me!"

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

I felt a moment of pride as I maneuvered beneath the table. At my club, no one would bat an eye. Try this anywhere else! The bottom of the table tops were even padded to prevent injury. All for moments like this...

My darling wife's legs were crossed as I settled into place. No matter. I leaned forward and gave your green knee a bite. A laughing squeak later, your legs parted Your sex was bare, the shades of fleshy pink contrasting with the green of the paint.

Ordinarily, I would have kissed my way up your leg, but one taste of that paint had dissuaded me. I made straight for your unpainted inner thigh, the scent of your sex sweet in my nostrils. As I extended my tongue to explore you, I found your folds wet, all our teasing bearing fruit.

I love you. I love the taste of you, the scent of you. I love how we are together. And lovingly, I licked and teased you, not surprised when I felt your fingers near my lips, spreading your flower open, offering me your center of pleasure.

 

[lovingfingers]

Gerard

As I maneuvered to the bar, I think I only bumped into three people and knocked over one drink. Dim light, restricted vision, and a bulky costume... clearly my colleague had never worn this to a sex club...

Fortunately, I was dressed as a Gorn, which was pretty bad ass, and no one gave me crap. I arrived at the bar and the bartender looked at me quizzically. "I am hot and thirsty," I hissed through the mouth opening.

The bar tender held up one finger and set to work. A minute later, he handed me a bulky glass with a long straw. I took it and guided the straw to my mouth and sucked down the icy concoction. I sighed with relief, about take another sip, when I heard laughter, Michelle's loud, unrestrained laughter. I swiveled towards the sound, and saw her near to double over laughing. Several others nearby looked my way, and then joined her, taking phones out to take some pics. Wha???

It was only when I looked at one of the mirrors on a support column that I figured it out. My bad ass Gorn was drinking from a coconut, replete with a flower and little umbrella. I had to admit, it was pretty fucking funny. And my face was hidden, so what the hell. I thumped my chest with my free hand, which induced fresh peals of laughter. One last good slurp finished the last of my drink. I turned around to set it on the bar, my prankster bartender nowhere to be seen.

When I turned back towards Michelle again, I found you standing right in front of me, still giggling, "that was the... best laugh I have ... had.. in a long time... And I am.. going to give you.. that blow job!"

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

Mirror. Mirror. There were always mirrors in suites. I looked around, and yes, there was a mirror mounted onto the top of dresser, opposite the end of the bed. "Hold that thought," I told Michelle.

I shifted and crawled backwards off the bed. Turning around, I turned my attention to the mirror. The little knobs on the side loosened easily, and then I tilted the mirror down. "Success," I grinned gleefully, looking back over my shoulder as I sat down on the bed again, "C'mere."

You rolled from the bed, and walked around to the foot, seeing my intent. I moved back on the bed a little, my cock pointing skyward, as you considered your options. You straddled me, facing the mirror, taking my cock in your hand. We both watched ourselves in the mirror as you positioned my erection and then sank down onto it, reverse cowgirl. You rose and I shifted a little. You moved down again and your sex swallowed mine completely this time. I brought my hands to your hips and you began to fuck me, rising and falling slowly, your eyes on the reflection of my cock and your pussy joined.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

It was so much fun to idly tease Charlie's pussy, suckling each labia softly, running my tongue up and down your furrow. The evening was young, and I wasn't feeling particularly goal oriented. I did have a promise that you would visit my quarters later...

So when I paused, when I saw the legs of our server stop at our table and heard plates being set down above my head, I prepared to withdraw. I had only moved an inch, literally, though, I felt your hand moving into my hair and pull my face back against your sex, "Don't your dare stop, Mr Devon!"

I chuckled and mumbled between your legs, "Yes, Mrs. Devon."

Fortunately, I knew what you liked, setting my lips around your clit and sucking gently. Your hand trembled in my hair, as my tongue began to massage the raised flesh. I sucked with greater and lesser intensity, as I lapped insistently. It was not long before I felt your hand tighten into a fist and heard your soft moans. I eased up, licking your softly, before withdrawing, this time without resistance.

I backed up careful and climbed back up into my seat. I looked across the table at you, your skin flushed with pleasure and felt mildly pleased with myself. I glanced down at the table and saw a moist wash clothe on a plate in front of me. Ah! How very thoughtful! I would have to find out whose idea that was.

I tidied my face and set the clothe aside. Our server appeared with the first of several plates. Charlie looked over at me with a grin, "Nicely timed, Mr. Devon."

 

[lovingfingers]

Gerard

I smiled beneath my mask. Any reason for a blow job was a good one. I had rather hoped that things would go this general way, so had gone commando beneath the tunic of my costume. My T'Pol lowered the zipper on your jumpsuit, your breasts pouring out of your costume. You took a step closer and as I raised my hands towards you. Before I could touch you though, you knelt down in front of me. I could feel eyes swiveling our way as you lifted the hem of my tunic, my cock slipping free, jutting out at you. I felt your hands clasp the backs of my thighs as your mouth opened to take the head of my erection.

We actually had not gotten round to oral the last and only time we had been together, so I had wondered (fantasized) about how you would be. I should have known though, as the second bob saw you taking me deep and sucking hard. You were nothing if not a full tilt, hard core, pedal to the metal kind of girl. I hissed loudly, as my cock stiffened further and my resolve wilted. Everyone nearby was watching now, whistling appreciatively. I was fifteen seconds from losing all control, when one of the women watching knelt down beside you and whispered something in your ear.

You all but choked and started to laugh, pulling your mouth off of my cock. My manhood throbbing, I looked down at you and growled. You looked up at me, gasping, "I'm sorry," before giving into a fresh batch of giggles.

I growled louder, reached down and took your shoulders, pulling you to your feet. Your laughter turned to a shriek as I grabbed the lapels of your jumpsuit and ripped it open. You made a vague attempt to stop me, but nothing serious, so I pulled and wrestled with your costume until it was a pile of fabric on the floor.

I set one gloved hand to your throat and your eyes bulged. You and I knew what it meant, but no one else around us had a clue. They hooted as I pushed you back onto a table, holding you down by the neck, as I forced your legs open. I pawed at the lacey thong covering your sex, pulling the garment to one side, as I guided my cock with the other. I growled more happily to find your pussy wet and waiting for me. My first thrust was hard, penetrating deeply, as your back arched to receive my invading manhood. My hands moved to your shoulders, and holding you down firmly, I began to fuck you hard.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

I think we were both fascinated, and I know we were both wildly aroused, to watch ourselves fucking. We remained in reverse cowgirl for a time, Michelle's body rising and falling slowly, your sex lifting off of and then impaling itself on my upright cock. Equally hot was watching your body moving, undulating up and down, and the expression on your face every time a wave of pleasure moved through you.

I felt your channel slowly tightening and loosening. Your nipples were so gorgeously hard and your skin flushed, so I knew you were getting close. You ground against me for a moment, then looked back at me, "I want you to fuck me from behind."

"Hang on then," I grinned, as I wrapped my arms around you. I toppled us over onto one side, then rolled you onto your belly, with me on top of you. You laughed at the maneuver, "not bad Doc."

You turned your head to look at us in the mirror, commenting that we need to scoot forward a little. You started to move, when I held you down, "No allow me."

I raised my hips, my cock sliding almost out of you, then slammed it back into your channel, deep and hard. Your gasped as your hips bounced on the mattress and your body nudged forward a centimeter. You shook your head, commenting that you were seeing stars, then looked at the mirror, breathing, "morrre..."

My hips rose and fell, as I fucked your body slowly across the mattress. Your pussy was clamped tight, when you finally said, "there.. that's.. g-good..."

I set my hand on your shoulders and clasped them firmly, then returned to fucking you. Now that I held your body in one place, each thrust penetrated more deeply, the impact of my thrusts radiating through your body. We watched each other in the mirror in intimate voyeurism. "Fast.. errr," you gasped, your hands clawing the sheets.

 

[lovingfingers]

Later that night, at the Club...
Brian

As second jobs go, it wasn't that bad, although nobody likes third shift. The boss knew that, and paid us well. I did have bragging rights, saying I worked at The Club. My friends were always asking me for stories, and I would just shake my head, "sorry, can't tell you. Confidential. But man..."

What I didn't add was that I was part of the clean up crew. I generally arrive around 0200, just as the last stragglers were packing up, looking completely fucked, in a good way, and the staff was closing things down. The house lights were turned on, but the staff turned a blind eye as we helped ourselves to leftover food and drink as we started to collect trash, clothing, and anything else abandoned in the wanton frenzy.

The Star Trek party had been quite a success, if the number of abandoned costume pieces was any indication. One of the other guys on the crew was an addicted panty sniffer. His bag was full of odds and ends tonight!

By 0300, the staff was gone and we were cleaning in earnest. Chris demanded everything be spotless, sterile if possible, for the coming day. We felt like we were on a hazmat crew some evenings...

But, like usual, by 0700, The Club was spotless, and ready for new adventures...

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swan

I couldn't wait for the big Star Trek convention to open in Blackpool and I wondered if David would get there as promised and how would he dress? Last time he was a Klingon Warrior but I knew he was struggling under the make up. I was going to go as Tasha Yar again so if he was there he'd find me.

The hotel manager welcomed me and reminded me of the house rules, no guests, no drinks in rooms etc. I got my room in time to watch the Wimbledon Final on TV and envied my friend Robyn who had Centre Court tickets.

After the match the BBC announced the new Doctor Who was going to be Jodie Whittaker, the first woman. Great news! I showered and got dressed as Tash Yar. It was a hot evening and I recalled Yar sometimes wore a black skirt. I put mine on with my smokey grey stockings and made my way to the centre.

Would David be there?

 

[lovingfingers]

David

I had kicked myself a few times since the Star Trek party. Why had I not asked for Keelia's number? I really wanted to see her again, and if she wasn't at Blackpool...

In the intervening period, I had been working out daily, hoping to chisel myself sufficiently to make my costume work. No elaborate masks this time! I just hoped that I recognized you, as you had never seen my face before.

The day of the event, I rose early and went to the gym. Lots of upper body work, until my muscles were pumped. Then home again to shower and dress in the simple costume. Black tights, boots, and a harness that squeezed my chest. I snapped the metal collar around my throat and picked up a spear. I was content when I looked in the mirror, chuckling, "oh yeahhh, 100 quatloos that she notices me.."

An hour later, I was walking into the grand ballroom of the hotel hosting the convention. Amazingly, I saw not one, but two Shana's, in the crowd. And as cute as they were, my eyes were prowling for Tash.

But after 20 minutes, I was dismayed that I had not found you. Granted, the place was packed, and I couldn't bring myself to have the MC call out for you like a lost child. But as I listened to him banter about the upcoming memorabilia auction, I had an idea.

Ten minutes later, I was escorted onto the stage by one of the Shana's, and the MC announced, "And what am I bid for this fine Thral? Skilled in martial and other arts, David will make a fine addition to your collection."

Amid laughs, a lot of quatloos were bid, until one lieutenant emerged from the crowd, grinning. I looked at Keelia and smiled back, "Sold!"

I jumped down from the stage and walked up to you, as impressively as I could manage, "Well hello!"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swann

I knew it was you as soon as you took to the stage and as the donations from the auction were going to children's charities I was happy to bid, and even happier when I won. "Well hello" you said immediately throwing me into character.

"You've got to act the part" I said before adding in fun "Captain Pickard wanted me to bid for you, you're needed on the bridge. But first, let's eat."

We smiled and joked as we made our way to what was for the weekend called 'the Vulcan Bar.' There were photographs of Spock and T'Pol on the walls and waitresses in mini skirts saying "Live long and prosper". I allowed my skirt to rise a little and made my way to a table for two.

"So you came" I said stating the obvious before adding "I was worried you wouldn't". We were interrupted by a Cabernet in which a scene from Deep Space 9 was played out. We applauded and then I whispered "So ... what brought you here?"

 

[lovingfingers]

David

Keelia's question took me by surprise, a bit. I had been enjoying our easy banter, in the way a guy enjoys chatting with someone hot, that initial flirtation. It had been a while since we had met, and I was keen to pick up where we had left off. Perhaps your question meant you felt the same?

"Well," I answered softly, "you said you would see me here. So here I am!"

Not wanting to sound too serious, I added, "and the fish and chips. I hear they make brilliant fish and chips at this hotel."

You seem amused and leaned a little closer, asking if I was hungry. Keeping things light, I also leaned a little nearer, "mmm hmm... and you?"

 

[lovingfingers]

David

Our Vulcan waitress appeared, and I had to chuckle. I had never seen a red-headed Vulcan before. As you looked at the menu, I did, in fact, order the fish and chips, although I had no clue as to whether they would be brilliant. When the waitress had finished writing on her pad, she turned to you, "And what would give you pleasure today?"

I grinned widely as you glanced at me, and then ordered something. I watched your lips as you spoke, thinking back to our one and only kiss. I was really getting hungry...

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Charlotte

Chris and I trusted very few people with Grace, but one we felt totally comfortable with was a woman I had known all my life, my friend serving in the army we all knew as 'GG'. GG loves Grace and we know she was safe with her.

This released Chris and I for some precious time together so we decided to go to Blackpool for the Star Trek Convention. Tina loaned me one of her T'pol costumes and I was keen to take it. I was going through my own personal 'pon farr*

How I kept my hands of Chris while he was driving I will never know, I was so horny! I felt my nipples hardening as we were shown to our hotel room and a yearning deep inside.

I dressed in my costume, the one 'Bad T'Pol' wore in A Mirror Darkly. Looking at you I tried to get into character "It's getting near my first pon farr, I will not be responsible for my actions." I felt you gaze hit my cleavage so I added "I need a man!"

A Vulcan term for their mating cycle. Every seven years, the adult Vulcan undergoes an extreme and erratic*physical and psychological imbalance, which can be fatal if the mating ritual is not carried out.*

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[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swann

Rumour had it that some of the cast of TNG we're going to appear to answer questions and take 'selfies' etc. But somehow that was fading in importance as we seemed to be engrossed with each other.

Our food duly arrived and we devoured it to the amazement of our Vulcan waitresses. England is famous for its fish n chips and Blackpool is the centre of its fish n chip industry. "I bet you've never tasted fish n chips like that have you?" I teased "So ... what shall we do next?"

We made our way to the centre and you held my hand. It seemed so natural. We stopped at the 'Enterprise' stall where Doctor Flox lookalikes were selling souvenirs. Next came a stall advertising the new series, Star Trek Discovery. The 'Crew' were selling advance DVDs of the first episode and you bought one.

I turned to you "Now are you going to wait 'til you get home to watch it? Or are you going to play it in your hotel room?" I leaned into you and stole a kiss "I'd do anything to see it!"