The BLTS Archive - Promenade
first in The Ambassador and The Dabo Girl series
by R.Schultz (cousindream@MSN.com)

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Disclaimer: Star Trek and its universes belong to Paramount and
whoever. I'm just a poor sinner leading a few of their characters
astray. (Yeah!) I'm not making money off this. I'll put their
characters back good as new. This STORY belongs to me under common-law
copyright. Set in the period after "The Forsaken", first season.
Written Nov., 2000. Apx. 7100 words.

Warning: This story involves a consensual relationship between two
(fictional) adult women. If not your cup of tea, go. If you are
underage to read this sort of thing, or if this is illegal in your
country or locale, go.

Archiving: This story is part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest. It will be
posted to ASCEM. May be archived, and I hope for notice when this
happens.

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The others were going down to Bajor now. Evidently the 'Provisional'
government was being very nice to the visitors from the Federation. I
had no interest in being lauded at another meaningless banquet or
celebration. Fed badly done food and vacuous praises. I'll be down
tomorrow, or the day after. Let them perform their little pretends.
Smile at their little deceits.

To tell more high-sounding fibs than the Bajoran representatives...
Ah. Now that I enjoyed. It was a delightful dance of words, and my job
is to learn to dance it better than their best masters.

It was all such a farce, though. Back on Babel the Parliament can
hardly stop falling all over their own feet at the prospect of another
happy addition to the Federation. This parade of prideful louts and
pious incompetents was an unnecessary formality to allow pompous
people to think their inept input will mean admission or denial of the
Bajoran petition.

Below me strode the masculine figure of Chief Constable Odo. Hurrying
somewhere on his genuine and multiple duties. So embarrassed he was,
afterwards, after the debacle in the elevator. No, not debacle. I
might not have discovered just what a shape-shifter was capable of,
but I had made a lifelong friend.

So alone I was, again, now. A few new clothes on this sagging frame, a
few flourishes on a somber russet pants-suit. And Odo was walking,
quite forcefully, away. Not even aware of my inspection. The injustice
of it all. A little more luck and we could have had an interesting
evening. Morning. *Sigh*

So I stood there, elbows akimbo over the throngs below. Wishing I had
Picard with me right now. Oh, what a JOY he was! His little sidesteps
and operatic exits as he maintained his chastity in the face of my
determined onslaught. The sparkle of his desperate retreats were more
fun than any coupling of our over-aged and sweaty bodies could ever
hope to accomplish.

That Klingon of his, that Worf personage, that last time, oh, what a
delightful wild card he had become! I believe my dear daughter had
much to do with that.

Deanna, myself and he were on the Turbolift at the time. Not a hint of
a smile on his face, he speaks to me out of the corner of his mouth
while on the turbolift.

"It is not nice for you to tease my Captain the way you do," he had
sotto-voiced at me. "He thinks you lust after his virtue, seek his
body, and are serious in your matrimonial quest."

Deanna had driven a sharp little Betazoid elbow in his ribs, and he
hadn't even grunted. "A little teasing will do our Captain good, Mr.
Worf," my sweet angelic innocent Deanna said. "Help him re-establish
his personal balance."

The Klingon had immediately begun sliding to one side, obviously
losing his balance. This time he made a noise when maidenly Deanna
gave him a spirited one in his side from that well-remembered elbow of
hers. I'd felt that pointy thing once or twice myself.

In the momentary silence which followed, I expressed my opinion that
the Captain's warp core would have to be sabotaged before I could hope
to capture him. I would need the assistance of others. Any likely
volunteers willing to present their aid in my fervent quest?

"Mother...." she began.

Ah, it was such fun on the ENTERPRISE. DS9 was so....cosmic. Vital.
Important. Imminent. Great Events waiting in its wings. Boring. I had
seen SO many important events in my too-long life, they now blended
into each other in my memories. Shades of gray. Where was a Jean-Luc
when I needed one?

The movement caught my eye first. People had been moving about up here
forever. This one was different. I had to smile when I turned my head.
Ask and ye shall receive, I mentally congratulated myself. This little
delight was going to be my relief from ennui.

She was sitting on the floor, her legs dangling over the edge. over
the people below. A young girl, Bajoran once I noticed the nose
ridges. Chin on the middle railing, staring at...everything. Nothing.

She was surprised when I swung down to join her. Yes, it hurt a bit
when my body suddenly bent in unaccustomed ways. Hell with it. One is
always doing ridiculous things in the company of the young. She had
the wit to giggle when my bones and joints reminded me of my age, and
the wisdom to hold my arm in sympathy. Or maybe she was making sure I
didn't pitch over and down onto the Promenade. That could be messy.
Embarrassing.

The young Bajoran woman snuck a few sideways looks at me before
smiling. Once seated, it wasn't such a bad place to be. I knew I'd
only be able to stand it for so long, and I'd be ungraceful as hell
getting back up. However, since grace wasn't getting me very far...

Right now I wasn't feeling very beautiful, young or graceful. Hell
with it. Maybe Prince Gawain in shining armor will be there to help me
back to my feet. Failing that there was this railing. It didn't look
likely to crumple under the weight of an old Betazoid. Always have a
fall-back position.

"Much better," the girl said. "The hair I mean. If that dark coloring
is natural, you should culture that look. Suits you." Commenting on my
colorful hair shades and styles of yesterday and this morning.

"If you must know," I sighed, "I wear this look all the time. I do an
incredible amount of judging and reasoning and protocol and political
power brokering on my home planet. An image that suggests power and
wisdom AND authority is very useful." I hesitated to explain my mental
abilities as a Betazoid. It alienated most strangers, even if it
wasn't real telepathy.

Every one is afraid of their sins being exposed. How to explain in a
few words that its just emotions and moods we can see well? How to
convince them we'd just as soon not go through every day trying to
make sense out of that monstrous muddle their undisciplined minds are?

The fact is that in those few seconds I'd just learned enough to be
honest with her. This girl was no innocent. Yet she had not thought
avaricious thoughts when I mentioned 'power'. She had just a thin
broth of envy, the kind everyone has when facing those wealthier than
themselves. Nothing bitter. Nothing poisonous.

Most often, being able to read people's moods, gives us more choices
than we wish. Which is why most of the time we behave as though we
didn't catch 'THAT' secret or emotion.

"I have a PADD full of names attached to me, but those are mostly just
titles. My name is Lwaxana....what's yours?"

She gave me her slight hand, I tried very hard not to see things when
we shook. "Leeta," she replied. She rushed to include; "I'm a Dabo
girl down at Quark's". Then waited for my reaction of distaste.

"I know," I said. "I saw you there earlier, when I was following the
Chief Constable around like a love-sick old fool. That was certainly
an exercise in futility. Chasing him, I mean. Dabo is one also, I
suppose, but you can have fun being futile there. Odo respects me now,
but I don't know as whether I'd have liked his changeable body in bed
more. I mean, just think of it! A male that can change ALL his
measurements to suit his lady's mood? ALL of them?"

Leeta sat a moment, then got this terribly sly grin on her face. "If
he were a female, I wonder if he'd have periodic egg-passing and
swelling? At least for him, for her, it'd be no problem keeping his
slender girlish figure. Eat whatever you like...!"

"Odo's clothes are the real him, think of the wardrobe he could have
as a woman! See something in a holo, be wearing it before you can look
back! Be the latest everything!"

Girl talk. It probably hadn't changed since....before Cochrane and Abe
Lincoln.

Leeta had come from a district on Bajor. Her father a systems and
machinery repair person, in one of the agricultural areas. Come the
occupation and he was forced to fix things for the Cardassians. Some
years ago they brought him and his daughter to DS9. They brought them
here, to Hell, to die.

I assumed there was no longer any family.

"Why do you sit here?" I asked.

"I can pretend," she said. "I can pretend I'm invisible and I'm spying
on them and discovering all their secrets. I can pretend they're part
of my family and I'm keeping an eye on them. I can pretend I'm part of
them, their lives, and they're part of mine. I can pretend after an
hour or two I'm going to leave my perch for a nice place where I'm
going to be well paid and everyone respects me."

I looked at her, sad inside. "Leeta," I hurried. "I'm a Betazoid. We
can read other people's emotions and moods, at times, and we can be a
hell of a good shoulder to cry on. If you want. I can't read minds,
none of us can. But we can be Alpha Quadrant's best shoulders to cry
on."

I touched her again, girl stuff, trying to ask her to be my shoulder
to cry on. Come, little Dabo child, let's practice life. One little
problem at a time. Most recent problems first. Such as finding out why
and how some woman had recently broken your heart.

"Leeta, come with me. Find us someplace quiet, you're the native here,
take me somewhere quiet where they have soft seats for old backsides
and a drink that's hot and pleasant to an old tongue." With that I
swung my feet up and pivoted to Promenade deck itself.

"First off, though, do you think you could find five or six muscular
younglings to lever this body of mine erect?"

In the event one giggling female, one railing, and one Betazoid who
didn't mind appearing ungraceful was quite enough.

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The doorway was a flash of velvet, cherry and sienna, rust and Roc's
Blood. The Psisil Tree it grandly said. The second we were inside,
Leeta became instantly uneasy, but she pretended nothing was wrong. An
older male showed us a little alcove with a tiny table and plenty of
room for me to maneuver.

As she was off-center here, I made myself comfortable and discreetly
officious to the staff. Leeta was broadcasting unease on all available
band-widths, so I stalled the waiter while I tried to determine her
distress.

I started telling her tales on my fellow ambassadorial busybodies,
exaggerating where necessary. Most fact-finding missions, in my
recall, couldn't find the floor if they fell down. Keeping it light,
enlarging on my persona of witty and cantankerous gossip.

In the meantime I observed our fellow diners in what must be the
station's most fashionable restaurant. Thin soup sort of a place if
you were to ask me. It wisely kept its pretensions to a minimum. The
actual wooden table was a delight, however. Leeta explained the table
was a wood native to Bajor, Psisil. In turn I noted wood this
fine-grained would sell well in the luxury market before someone got
the replicator formula right.

The explanation for the signals emanating here was not obvious until I
picked up some of the rampant hormonal overload. Leeta had the grace
to be extremely uncomfortable. This was the place where people, males
with power or money brought their young females to be impressed.
Nothing unusual.

My little Dabo girl was embarrassed to be here with a friend. Usually
she came here when some panting male was attempting to surmount her
objections. She probably got a meal and a small slice of the take.
Poor child.

That was enough for me. "Come on, Leeta, this place is too fancy for
me right now. I want something more...friendly. Can you take me where
YOU go for a quiet moment?"

We breezed right out, ignoring the attempts by management to get me
and my credit filche back inside. Leeta was in a storm-center inside,
and I believed it was force of habit that had her take me to that den
of over-chargers.

To her credit, Leeta pulled me against a curving wall to talk with me.
"They let me eat and drink there cheap, because men buy me things in
there..."

"I understand," I said. "I'm sure it is a wonderful place to eat. Only
that isn't what I'm looking for. Can we go to your little hideaway?
Let's go right now to wherever YOU go for a quiet place."

I reminded her I could read most emotions and knew she was sorry. She
was unwilling to see a new friend overcharged. In turn I reminded her
I was a female and knew what a girl had to do to survive sometimes.
It's still a male's universe.

It was a very abject and confused Leeta that took me down......there,
over here, and in this door...until we were in a tiny one-irised door
Raktajino place. In seconds we were against a back wall, and the staff
left us completely alone. The help was formidable, though. The big
cats from Xenon A are a sight in any gathering. Over two meters tall,
much of it muscular, but surprisingly difficult to anger. From her
halter I presumed this one was female. We were sisters, in a way.
Females ruled on both our planets.

The Xenon kept an eye on us, but otherwise returned to curling herself
into a quiet ball on a stand between the Raktajino and Ice Cream.
Patience in orange fur.

It took a while, but Leeta quieted. Great Mother, she was such an
innocent in so many ways.

Most ordinary scams and deceits had ceased being novelties to me a
T-century before this child was born. A little case of too-high prices
was nothing. Looking at her as she loosened up again, I modified that
age difference to a T-century and a quarter. I kept reciting to her
what Betazoid abilities would have done to save me from most petty
commercial thieveries. In my view, their tricks would have been
delivered with all the subtlety of an asteroid impacting on a planet.
They were already radiating like fusion flares by the time we sat
down. Betazoid were never so blind we couldn't hear some messages. It
just took time to convince Leeta it was still right between us. Mother
save the innocents.

For some time I folded against Leeta, brushing shoulders, enjoying
being maternal and giving. Regretting a life less useful than it had
been. Once.... Once I would have been the focal point of this
ambassadorial frenzy. Now politics was just so..so repetitive.

The Xenon A Tiger girl brought us some whites, a local Bajor drink.
Tasted like a mixture of Lime and Quent. Didn't appeal to me, and
probably most Terran humans. Then stood watching Leeta as she went off
to the dumper to repair her face paint. Bajor obviously couldn't
afford the good kind that will hold up to a bit of wear.

To my surprise the Tiger girl teleported instantly to the bench
alongside me, silent as a cat in her moccasins. "So tell me, quick.
How did you and Leeta meet? She's a sweet sheila, don't worry about
that Quark's job of hers. She leads the males on, that's her job, but
she doesn't take her work home with her, if you know what I mean.

"How long have you known her? Are you passing through? I never knew
she liked older femmes, you're not offended are you? You're human
aren't you? My names Woota, it's actually several syllables long in
Standard, so everyone calls me Woota. Gonna stay long? If so, Hoho
could probably come up with a nice big cabin down in the sixth level
where they're rebuilding the storage cells. If you give him a few
days. What do you do? I like the suit, it looks simple and very
Martian. Here come two friends of hers, you've got to meet them!"

She motioned two males to the table, and Tiger introduced them to me,
I introduced myself as Lwaxana, they were human-derivative. Tshien and
Hekator.

"Oh, I see Leeta is moving up in the Galaxy!" the shorter one said.
"Glad to see a little class in this dive, it could use it. I'm glad to
see Leeta's gotten off that Buddha damned stage above the Promenade.
Just sit there, moping, being dramatically heartbroken ever since that
little slot from Regnir, what was her name...?"

"Mitlis or Witless or something like that. Knew she was going to use
Let and throw her away, first time I saw them together. It was no
surprise to me, let me tell you, when it got around the tight-assed
slot was married to a male back on the homeworld. Didn't I tell you
all? That slot was going to be pain to our Dabo queen."

I'd already figured it all out when I saw the purple squares lovingly
painted on the replicator. Soon as we walked through the door. At
least it was nice to know Leeta had a few friends.

Surprisingly, the Tiger girl took a moccasin off and was quickly
rubbing her paw-foot on my old shins. It felt uplifting to be leched
at by the Tiger female. Playing the part, I took one delightfully
furred hand in mine and gave it a kiss. She giggled for that. There
are few things more unlikely than two meters plus of muscular feline
going giggly over an old humanoid like myself.

"Is that one of those Vulcan silk-cotton blend suits? If only I had
the money," Hekator sighed.

"Oh sweet humanoid, do be a doll and let everyone feel the EXQUISITE
texture on that suit of yours?" Woota asked. As the two males felt my
sleeves, Woota inched closer. With her foot-paw still caressing my
leg.

"If you ever feel like venturing to the wild side," she said, "I do
enjoy most humanoids, if they appeal to me." At which point she licked
my shoulder and twisted so that her paw was kneading my thigh. All
that attention did this old Betazoid ego a galaxy of good.

Leeta was absolutely floored by the time she exited. There was I with
a foot-paw in my lap, scratching between the claws. Leeta standing by
the dumper while everyone said `hi' at her.

The Tiger was stretched out on the back bench with me, with one unshod
foot in my lap being energetically scratched. Xenon's still had
vestigial pads and retractable claws on their small toes. It was a
novelty scratching where she couldn't get to easily. I could stand
that purring all day and tomorrow long. Music to old ears.

"Oh, Leeta, my dearest love, you get tired of this one, send her my
way." Woota made ecstatic noises when I found an especially good spot
between the index claw and for-claw.

"Oh God! Do you believe in long engagements, Lwaxana? Tell me that you
don't. Be my wife. You can scratch my pad ANYTIME. Lwaxana, delightful
female, has anyone ever told you that you give great finger?"

---

We had been left to our own devices now. I kept smelling clean Leeta,
knowing her body was next to mine.

"You meant to let me guess, didn't you Leeta?" About her liking girls.
She hasn't used the word bi to me.

She nodded her head, giving me a sideways question. "No, I'm not
offended. It's quite touching, you're trying to be honest with the
stranger. Why?"

"Because so much of my day is involved with being dishonest. Away from
my job I want to be as much me as possible. Not some Dabo girl that
smiles and giggles and quivers when somebody puts their hands on me.
And I've still got to smile.

"I need some place and some one and some time where I can abandon the
Dabo girl and be me. It's very important to have this time."

"Why me?" I asked.

"You looked to be a kind listener and were at the right place at the
right time. I suppose I'm using you. Are you mad? Do you mind?"

Ignoring that offer, I looked in her eyes again. "Care to tell me
about her? The one that broke your heart?"

"Oh. Her." Sighing dramatically. Leeta had an innate sense of theatre.
"It was such a nasty little tale told forty times before. She's a
spacer, married, a pair of children on Rigner, and I wound up being
the female in this port.

"She's a first on a Rignerian freighter. She found Quark's and she
sees me. She swore I was her first female, and she didn't know I liked
femmes. But she'd had too many ethanol's. For fun she decided to make
a hook on the Dabo girl, see if she bit on it.

"She started acting friendly, touching, rubbing, interested. It was
fun getting picked up like that. Without Quark or his brother
realizing their employee was having less and less interest in that
damned Dabo game, and more and more interest in this customer who kept
touching me.

"After work, we went to my little place where she whispered things in
my ear, just like a male does, when we made love. Promises, hopes,
some truths, many lies. Just like a male. Her marriage and younglings
back home on Regnir she never mentioned. Nothing to share with the
Dabo slot.

"She didn't even have any scars on her belly. I've since learned what
a higher scale of medical aid can do, nothing like on Bajor or up
here. Until Doctor Bashir came.

"In the end it was obvious I was just something exciting to do when
she hit DS9. In the end she didn't even bothering trying to explain
her lies. She'd used me and that was the end of it. Like a male."

I patted her hand once. "It still makes me furious to see how stupid
I'd been. She never took me around to see her crewmates, or showed me
holo's from home. You know, there were the classic signs. I should
have guessed." A pause.

It was time to end the cycle of depression and self-flagellation. "You
mean she started like this?" I asked. Placing myself against her,
leaning against the young pretty Dabo girl. So young. She exuded the
sleek appeal I knew I had never had. Leeta gave me the funniest look
then. Not entirely sure what next to do.

"Tell me, Leeta, did this female smile at you, like I'm doing? Did she
touch your hand or run a finger down your side? Was her hand
eventually giving your hips or side quick little touchings where other
people couldn't see her do it?"

My hand found the small of her back, then traveled to the swells of
her lovely hips, then her side opposite me. Not pulling Leeta to me,
but she was knowing my hand was around her. I could feel the frenzy of
spikes in her thoughts. The confusion. A shade of fear. A wave, just
unrolling, of anticipation. Surprise. Wondering. Warmth where my hand
or hip touched her. A quick thread of wanting.

"Lwaxana?" she asked in a strained alto. I leaned to one side to kiss
her arm, then her shoulder. My hand was traveling up and down her
side, then as I leaned into the side of her face, that caressing hand
cupped the side of her breast.

Poor Leeta was frozen, unsure which way to jump. I kissed her cheek,
my hand finding the line of her spine and shoulders. My tongue finding
her Bajoran earring and pulling on it gently. Turned that way I put my
other hand on her thigh, light finger tracings. I could feel her
quivering, her knees shaking. When I made to bring my fingers to the
top of her thigh Leeta's hand stopped me.

Squeaky voice. "Lwaxana...?"

"Hmmmm?", rubbing my cheek against her shoulder. Oh, she smelled of
strange spices and new beginnings, different planets and anticipation.
Or I imagined so.

"Everyone's watching...?"

I opened my eyes, and they were. "It bothers you?" In a world where
naturalism, nudity was the accepted mode of dress, I'd learned to be
more open in my displays of affection.

"I... It... Yes" a timid nibble of a word.

I looked around. Woota instantly returned to her stool, and Hekator
and Tshien immediately found something to look at in the surface of
their table. In the corner directly across two males wouldn't have
noticed if the Borg attacked. They had other things on their minds.
Two Bajoran females at the counter were reading a PADD. The one
glanced and gave her girlfriend a nudge. I waved back.

Returning to Leeta I made to return to her earring-bedecked ear, and
she backed away. So I kissed her arm. Rubbed her upper thigh some
more. Very lightly. And let my left hand drift a trail of touches down
her back. Cupping the further curve of soft asscheek. Ladylike.
Feeling that sense of fire existing in my lower belly again. All
praises be... I'd been afraid I'd forgotten how.

Lwaxana..." Leeta crawled my name. It sounded beautiful in her throat.
"This is... Too fast. Please...."

"Of course...but tell me one thing first, and its utmostly important,
sweet Leeta." She looked at me hesitantly. "Do you think it would be
acceptable if this old foolish female invited you to her cabin? I'd
like to continue in a more private location something I want your
advice on." Quizzical look on Leeta.

"Somebody once described love as a moveable feast. Do you think I'm to
old to have a dinner with?"

---
Cabin Rho 19, LL1
---

It had been an enjoyable return to my cabin, with a multitude of side
trips. Leeta was giggling at odd times. A high-pitched unsteady sort
of a giggle. Not entirely sure what she was letting herself in for, or
what her ultimate response would be. Hoping mixed with a high sexual
fever. This gorgeous female was feeling amorous in my company. I get
back home I'll sacrifice a thousand fatted calves and Jean-Luc
besides. But uncertainty lay before her, this was somehow far beyond
her expectations.

For myself, I'll admit the prospect of holding that superb body or
kissing that lovely face excited me as it might some male. Well, I
couldn't reproduce some male reactions, but I could feel my body being
very warm.

Since leaving "Another Road" I had not touched Leeta, letting her
decide whether or not to go further. At least she wasn't making
excuses of disengagement. Her emotions were bubbling, and her cheeks
were flushed. I could practically hear her heart. She had no fear in
her. Only hopes of fun, excitement and new trust. Somewhere along the
way she'd decided to do a very female thing with me and trust me.

We had brought a few sta's of food, mostly from the Promenade. A few
meaningless items, nothing expensive. Leeta's had her fill of
humanoids trying to purchase her slender body.

The centerpiece of it all, though, was Leeta herself. Moving with
fluid grace, aware of my close study of her body, her face, her laugh,
the way now she'd allow her fingers to touch me. In a cove not far
from security she had pulled me to her. Held me. Let me give her a
quick kiss.

Leeta liked the cabin, larger than her own, but still Cardassian cold
in design. Once inside I put our little bag of foods and clothes by
the door. Her back was to me and she felt warm as a fire, to my
senses. I went to her, never more aware of the twinges of a century
and a half of living.

She sighed when I brought my decrepit body to hers, my belly feeling
the smooth flows of her backside, my hands moving up to weigh her
young firm breasts. She slowly rubbed herself back into my embrace and
my body. Enjoying the feel of another warm female. She turned, holding
my arms, backstepping.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Lwaxana Troi?" She took a step towards
me, then another. She could take no more without me falling down, not
so unlikely a prospect.

She was no longer running away. The hunted, turning on the hunter.
Waiting for my next move. Which was to raise my arms to let her curl
into the curve of them.

The first kiss was all glory and light, a touch progressing into much
more. The second had us staring each other's eyes, her mouth waiting
for the touch of tongue. The third was with closed eyes and the
stuttering flicking of tonguetips. The fourth began with my tongue
going from side to side of her mouth, her lips sucking on my tongue.
The fifth left bruising, my body warm all over as I felt her breasts
with mine, her hands on my sides and back.

The sixth was cut short when she groaned, a reaction to the back of
one hand quickly rubbing her groin. The seventh was swallowed by our
cries as her hand hurried across my belly to find my clothed sex.

It was as if there were a fire in my abdomen, directly connecting a
spot in my lower belly to my sex.

"Leeta," I managed. "Humpghmmm?", she managed, burrowing into my
now-rumpled shirt. Tongue licking the lines of sweat gathering in the
hollow of my neck. How had it gotten so hot in here so quickly?

"I'm in the range of being six times your age, sexy child. My body is
old, very old. My body sags everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. And
I doubt very much if this could be much more than one lovely
interlude. Or two or ten. I don't even know if I can please you....

"Leeta...are you sure you want to continue with this?"

"If I say yes, what'll you do?"

"Probably precipitate my death throes." Leeta kept alternating between
caressing my neck and fondling my body, such as it was. It was getting
harder to think, my skin felt steamed, and my ankles were complaining.
My shoulder was complaining again, my backside wanted a seat under it,
and I'd never felt so alive in years.

Leeta managed to get my jacket and shirt off somehow. My hands had
become ten thumbs and I could not help her. Then I worked on her
clothes. She was better at this than I was. At least she knew the bind
line swung from her left neckline of her colorful dress, to her right
hip.

She made to help take more of my clothes, but waited for me to fumble
myself out of my pants and shoes. By that point I'd called computer to
dim us to 20%, in an effort to hide some of my worst points. I touched
my bra to retract and curl, only then realizing Leeta was already
standing there in her bare skin. It even looked smooth to the touch. I
felt like a bag of wrinkles.

It had been so long. So long since my last....loving. So long since I
anticipated it so much. So long since I had a nearly perfect body
standing before me. So VERY long since the last time a young female
waited for my touch. Mine.

She came to me, giggling as I somehow got my unders off my big fat
backside. She lifted and kissed first one breast, than the other. I
ran my fingers through her rich thick hair as her mouth and tongue,
her teeth and fingers found my drooping nipples, the undersides of my
pendulous old woman's breasts.

Plasm hitting them couldn't have made me more alive. She'd found my
groin again. She felt the sag of belly and hip, her hands caressed the
aged muscles in my thighs.

I mumbled something and Leeta raised her head to look into my eyes.
"Please... Let me... Sit down, if I don't do something...."

She sat down on the edge of the couch, her hands playing with my nips
as I leaned over her to taste her lips and neck anew. I quivered, my
knees threatened to give way, and my belly threatened to overload its
fusion core. It felt hot, my sex felt surreal with tension. Her hand
dipped again to my groin, mine following to caress her fondling
fingers. And find something amazing. I was managing to lubricate. At
my age.

Before I had to lay down, or came to a point where my knees couldn't
stand me kneeling, something had to be done.

"Only...let's go to the bedroom. I need my soft bed right now."

I think I didn't need to lean on her slight shoulders more than two
times. My knees felt like castanets.

She didn't object when I made motions for her to lay back on the bed.
If I wanted to enjoy her body first, she could bend to that wish.
Oddly enough the more I kissed her, the more I traced fingers over her
firm young breasts, the younger I felt. When I spent long moments in
caressing her belly-button with my tongue, my body raised not a single
objection of pain.

I could not touch her enough. Such warm smooth skin, such life to it.
Even in this light I could see the flush that covered her from brow to
feet. Already a light sheen of sweat wet her chest, her hands moved to
help me or to cup her hardening nips. It was with a song shouting in
my blood that I finally came down to that most precious part of her,
next to her unique sentient mind.

Her thighs spasmed when my fingers first ran through her patch of
fragrant body hair. She edged her legs open, seeking whatever I might
decide to do to or for her.

"Computer," I asked. "Increase lighting to 100%." I bent to examine my
prize.

"Leeta," I began. "Do all Bajorans have these circles...there? They
look like your, your clit, its the center of a bulls-eye, a sexy
little target." She giggled at my surprise.

"All Bajoran women have them." She jumped when I lightly caressed each
of the three circles. "They're just ridging and skin darkening."

When she jerked her knees in the air I also knew they could be a
sensitive spot. It must have been as if she had one clit and fifty
ancillary lesser clits.

"It's not usually, its rarely, they're not supposed to be sensitive
like that," she mumbled.

What could I do with an invitation like that except to lower myself
(swiftly!) (painlessly!) to the bed, bumping her thighs with my
shoulders. My hands touched the insides of her thighs and she opened
herself happily to me.

She was an Exo flower, petals thickening as my touchings stirred her.
The scent of her was a treasure, a fragrance forgotten through the
years. She leered down at me, gasping when my first kiss was centered
on the tiny white pearl visible at the top of her sex. I licked it,
kissing again and again, enjoying the taste of this woman. I felt a
tenth my age. My groin, my blood sang to savor the tangy saltiness of
her. I ran my lips down her petals, feeling my own blood sing when I
leaned forward, bending my now supple neck to taste the entrance of
her life, her sex.

I lost myself in the tastes and the heat. I was a famished traveler, a
shipwreck, suddenly given sweetest food and finest wine. I couldn't
get enough of her as her hips rocked and arched.

She said something and I opened my eyes to look up at her. Her tongue
was caught in her teeth, her eyes in pain. She could not speak, but
her fingers spoke for her. Legs widespread, muscles corded in her
strong thighs, her fingers had stretched the skin and flesh at the top
of her sex. Trying to tauten the clit, asking without words for my
next move.

Her groin hairs tickled my nose, I inhaled her like perfume, my
tongue, then my lips feasted on her love bead. She became louder, her
hips circling, her fingers white-knuckled. I tried to make her tiny
steel bolt of a clit tighter, better. It was hidden in the depths of
her flesh, jerking, trying to thrust out. I sucked it into my mouth,
chewing with increased frenzy as she tottered on the top of the slide.

Then she wailed. Her knees jerked in the air, her head flew from side
to side, the scent of her deepened, I could feel her fluids with my
finger.

She grabbed my head, let go, grabbed again, pulling me to her center,
letting go. Wailing again and again. I kept sucking, nibbling, letting
her clit feel my teeth.

I felt a teenager with her.

Even after she was through I stayed there. My face to her inviting
mound, enjoying her scent. Enjoying the look in her eyes as she gazed
down at me.

In a second she had twisted to kiss me. I dipped fingers inside her
many times, letting us both taste her. Ambrosia and nectar.

"My turn," she said. Cupping my mound, fingering me in a gentle
masturbation. Fingers to mouth, time after time, her girl's touch,
exciting me, warming me, creating fire in my belly again.

"Leeta, darling..." I managed. She took it for a request, a warning, a
statement of wants.

"Of course, sweetheart, whatever you want. Here, scoot up, let me help
you, relax...." In moments I was spread on the bed and it was she
whose legs dangled off the edge. I opened for my lover, hoping for so
much, wanting it all. Then...

"Lwaxana, darlin', do you mind if I get some light here?" She called
computer to put the lights back up. I worried she might be repelled by
the sag and wrinkles, but her thoughts were focused elsewhere.

She was entranced by my groin. She ran fingers through my thick hair,
smiling a sly grin. "You're all white haired here. That is so cute.
You have hair treatments? You look so gorgeous with that garden of
white flourishing there. I love to touch it." Wonder of wonders she
liked my body. There at least. There was more to come.

"A garden. Yes. Oh, you're opening so for me when I touch you." Her
head dipped and my body wound tight in my belly, I had to finger my
hardened nipples, lift and enjoy my tired breasts. Then her mouth
dipped again.

"Has anyone ever... Your lips, no, your petals... They're growing
larger and larger, puffing out. Has anyone ever told you that you look
like an opening flower? Thick petals calling for a touch or a kiss, a
blossom of white and pink. You smell soft and light, you taste..." If
she enjoyed looking at me from that perspective, the lights could stay
on and bright until this Station fell into Bajor's sun. I saw her wet
two fingers in her mouth and I groaned. When she put them inside me
I....

So good, so damned many times good, and I could feel it getting better
as her mouth returned to me. The hell with the lights.

---

Leeta touched me, and I awoke purring. It had been a loving and
exciting night. I was amazed to find almost no muscles or bones
unhappy or complaining.

She was by my side, her hand idly finding my belly button. I patted
that hand, twisting to kiss her. The taste of her lips was pleasing,
thrilling, satisfying. She tasted of me and I of her. I hadn't
remembered how satisfying it could be with a woman who wants you, much
less a young one. I hadn't awakened with a woman in my bed since...
Had it been THAT long?

Our noses could have touched, so her whispered words were clearly
heard. My tired hairs were the target of her hands until she finally
asked a few questions of me. I'd been expecting more of them, and
earlier.

Let us begin, I thought. This has been far too hurried an affair. We
should have talked more. But we both knew I was offering a few cycles
of fun, not a lifelong commitment. Such a burning joy she was, so
alive, so perfect, so marvelously accepting of my old woman's flesh
and frame.

"Lwaxana....who was your first woman?" Very astute. She didn't ask for
my first love.

So many things she could have asked. My family, my position, children,
she didn't even know whether or not I had a husband waiting for me on
Beta Z Prime. She wanted to know...of my first woman.

She kept distracting me by sucking on my nipples, or letting her hands
wander over my belly, but I think I managed to keep focused on the
story.

"At one time I was in love with a Vulcan, or thought I was. He was a
brave Starfleet officer, and he served on the flagship of the fleet.
He would accept none of my shameless invitations and continually left
for adventures in nearby space.

"I had a medical degree, and I was important, so I was able to become
a medical nurse in Starfleet. I was a doctor, but I took the position
of nurse just to serve. One day his ship came back, and my application
to join was accepted.

"Do you know I'd been altered to appeal to my love? Not the ears,
thank you, but made a little bit older, to appear more.....his type of
female. Oh, what stupid things I've done...

"It was fun in many ways, there were many things I experienced and saw
that even today I have trouble believing. Some are still under
official Federation seal.

"My romance, however, was a complete disaster. He was so enwrapped in
his hard sciences and his ties to the ship and to his fellow Bridge
officers that he had no time for the skinny nurse with the thin legs
and the skimpy bosom. He never took me to bed once. Not once. I
shudder to think how many times I threw myself at him.

"Eventually my hope died and I was heartbroken, positive I'd never
find a love like him again.

"There was, however, a lovely communications officer on the ship who'd
watched my fruitless mating attempts. Charming, strong, fierce at
times, a marvelous player of harp, rich dark brown skin, swirling
black hair, patient, oh, so many things. Mostly she was my friend and
eventually she became my lover. I still miss her, her and the rest of
that crazed ship of overly-daring adventurers.

"She had ebon eyes, she could sing like a diva and she always wore a
musky scent. Very exciting. They allowed her to use a name other than
her own. The name she used on the ENTERPRISE was Uhura."

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continued in the second story in The Ambassador and The Dabo Girl series
'Farewell Bajor, Farewell