Tales From The Lonely Nacelle - Vol. 3 (18+ Reader Discretion Advised)

Posted on Sat Mar 29th, 2025 @ 10:56pm by Major Chiyo Shimada & Lieutenant Tatsuo Shimada

1,334 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Younger Years
Location: Arizona desert
Timeline: The morning after 'Tales From The Lonely Nacelle - Vol. 2'

(Warning: This post contains language of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is advised.)

Previously, on Star Trek: Tokyo:

Tatsuo and Chiyo chatted for a while as they both nursed their drinks; they introduced themselves so each knew who they were spending the night with. At long last, when both glasses were dry, the time came for the two of them to take their leave and head to the Flying Saucer Motel. Laurel told Chiyo that she would pick up her tab, and told Chiyo to have fun; and that they would reunite 'when (Chiyo was) ready'...

And now, the continuation:

[0600 hours]

The first thing Chiyo knew when she awoke the next morning was how sore she was. It had been a long time since she had sex so good, it left her sore the next morning. Sex with Grant was just about as anticlimactic as one could imagine: All that time wasted with foreplay, only for him to immediately cum the moment she lowered herself down onto him.

But this Tatsuo guy, he knew how to treat a girl right: It just went on and on and on... Chiyo could hardly remember the last time she had sex so good, it felt a lot longer than it really was, and as she hoisted her upper body weight onto her tender pelvic area, how sore it left her afterwards.

Stepping off the bed and onto the tangled mess of clothes that littered the floor space around it, Chiyo shuffled her way to the bathroom and lowered herself onto the toilet. As the pee came, she felt like she was passing a kidney stone. As Chiyo emptied the contents of her bladder, she reflected on the previous night's sex and how it compared to all the disappointing sex with Grant, which likely bruised him more than it bruised her...

Flushing the toilet and washing her hands, Chiyo stepped over to the closet, located near the vanity, and took notice of one of the two bathrobes hanging there. Taking one off the hangar, it was obvious that the soft robe had been worn thin in spots, and the left sleeve was separating from the rest of the garment, but it would do for now; as Chiyo was in no mood to separate her clothes from Tatsuo's uniform.

Stepping back out into the main area, Chiyo made her way over to the window as she tied the robe up, opening the drapes slightly to watch the sun rise over the Arizona desert. As the first orange rays of the morning light peaked over the horizon, Chiyo became aware of a second soreness she hadn't noticed previously, and cupped her right breast in her hand. The previous night had also been the girls' most action they'd seen since before Grant, as the most they had ever deformed during hers and Grant's time together were the times that she pressed them against him.

When enough of the sun was up that the light levels could potentially wake Tatsuo, Chiyo closed the curtains and looked back on his sleeping form. She was about to start collecting her clothes when she heard the door to the adjacent room close: Peeking back out, Chiyo watched as a woman who was pretty obviously a prostitute walked off into the morning. Looking back at Tatsuo once again, Chiyo couldn't bring herself to be just like the other prostitutes leaving at this early hour: To walk out on a man who had given her the best sex she had had in years. At the very least, he deserved to be thanked for his efforts.

Making her way over to the other bed, which had been completely untouched from the night's shenanigans, she picked up the viewscreen remote from the dresser and sat down on the bed left as prepared by housekeeping, turning the viewscreen on to a low volume as she lounged back against the headboard. More than likely, it would only be morning news shows and children's programming on at this early hour, but it was something for Chiyo to do while waiting for Tatsuo to wake up...

[0800 hours]

Around 0800 hours, the ambient sound of the viewscreen turned on Tatsuo's brain, as it began to wonder how the viewscreen somehow got turned on, and more importantly, left on all night. At first, Tatsuo figured her must have rolled onto the remote, but quickly ruled it out as a possibility, as he knew for sure the remote stayed on the dresser last night.

Deciding he now needed to be awake to fully solve the mystery, Tatsuo began to rub the sleep from his eyes as he began focusing on what was on the viewscreen: He recognized it as the theme song of an old anime series that his parents were very fond of; whose creator they named him after. Granted, it was the newer rendition from the 1990s, but it was a theme tune he knew by heart:

Opening his eyes, Tatsuo found himself alone in bed. Rolling over, Tatsuo could confirm that the viewscreen was indeed on, and showing an episode of Mach Go Go Go: Restart. Sitting up, Tatsuo looked farther over to the other bed and saw Chiyo there, lounging comfortably in one of the motel's bathrobes.

"Mmph... Why are you still here?" He groaned tiredly.

This being Chiyo's first confirmation that Tatsuo was awake, she looked over to him as a smug grin spread on her face:

"Well, space cadet:" She said in a teasing tone similar to the one she'd used at the bar. "If you think you can just take a girl to a motel and show her the time of her life without consequences... Well, clearly, you took home the wrong prostitute..."

Tatsuo stroked his chin. Who said she was a prostitute? He thought. Most hookers I know set a time limit based on their rates...

"Besides," Chiyo continued. "I'm looking forward to that blooming onion at the Nacelle."

Tatsuo sighed. "That's only if you're staying more than one night: The Nacelle doesn't open until 1300 hours, and checkout here is at 1100."

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to see what the motel is offering, then." Chiyo said. "So, get your clothes back on, space cadet."

"Alright." Tatsuo muttered. "Let me pee, first..."

---

Tatsuo almost never ate breakfast at the Flying Saucer motel. Normally, he didn't have a need to. Most bar hookups were gone the next morning, so Tatsuo was clear to just check out and meet up with Kisad or whoever he was with for the extraction. But this case was different:

Because he only ate breakfast at the motel once every blue moon, Tatsuo was largely unfamiliar with the motel's meager breakfast offerings: In an attempt to impress Chiyo before they parted ways, Tatsuo passed up on his usual motel breakfast of dry cereal and yogurt for a more protein-heavy breakfast in the form of a helping of eggs, sausage being stored barely outside the Temperature Danger Zone, and slightly over-crisped bacon.

Chiyo insisted that no breakfast was complete without waffles. However, she chose the one waffle maker that was defective and wound up burning them. However, rather than being annoyed, Chiyo simply laughed it off. Something Tatsuo didn't expect, as every other guest who used that waffle maker was notably pissed.

Tatsuo was hoping that it had just been the alcohol doing the talking last night, for previous women who weren't gone the next morning that Tatsuo had thought were cute while intoxicated were ugly as sin when sober. But even as they sat down to breakfast, Chiyo still looked so damn beautiful. If he didn't manage to get her contact information over this meal, he would hate himself for the rest of his life, because it should have been a crime to let a piece of tail this fine slip between his fingers...

To be continued...

 

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