The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 2

Serenity’s handmaiden sashayed up the ladder from her cabin to the corridor outside, one hand giving the little white lights arrayed around her door a playful cat’s paw pat. She slowly walked down the hallway toward Jayne’s quarters, smiling to herself and feeling the cant and sway of her bare rump inside the coveralls draped around her hips, the light brush of the arms tied low cupping her back end.

“No panties, Kaylee”, he’d requested last night and she’d been awesome-happy to comply, leaving the underwear in her drawer for today. Goin’ commando wasn’t exactly a new thing for her anyhow, it was a pleasantly sexifyin’ way to spend an occasional day, if not done so frequently that it became a boring habit. What she liked about it was the knowin’ of a secret nobody but her had knowledge of. That, plus the knowing little smile on her face now and then throughout the day brought on by the feel of it, pleasant slide slip pull of material without the buffer of underwear.

So going without undies was nothing new to Kaylee for her own delectation, good for a little sexual tension relief. But shucking undies and walking around for the express purpose of pleasing a man, well that was of the new.

She smiled at the thought of pleasing Jayne, of the pleasuring they’d worked on each other last night. Felt a twinge of anti-expectation, wondering if it maybe the night’s pleasures was just a one-time thing. Found herself wondering if there was more, if there could be more than just that hard sweet mating, a one-time only. What if, after sleeping on it, Jayne had woke up feelin’ like he’d gotten in and that was all he really wanted?

The conditions were just right last night, maybe, an all-systems-go kinda deal, and perhaps it no more bore repeating than the likelihood of reinstallin’ that Rey coupling she’d disconnected her first day on Serenity. That coupling was the little bit of guess work mixed with instinct, the first bit of mechanic-ing she’d ever done for Mal, the