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U.S.S. Ishtar | artican | 10

 

I was chosen to pilot the craft that would investigate the energy source. My commanding officer in this mission was Lieutenant Ellen Barberi. She was a slim Bajoran in her mid thirties who was quite pleasant to look at with shoulderlength strawberry blond hair and an ass that just asks to be grabbed. She was an engineer by rank but was well versed in environmental studies so was ideal for the research. We loaded up the shuttlecraft Oddysey and were on our way within the hour.

The trip itself took fifteen minutes. Once we landed, we took a look at our surroundings through the sensors. Although the mountain region were were in was at a high altitude, the temperatures were closer to those in a tropical climate. This may be a side effect of the energy source that we were searching for. We exited the craft and began to explore. We tried sweating it out for a while, but after ten minutes of sweaty heat, we both agreed that we could do without our jackets. It was a relief to get that off. Our sweat had built up so much that our undershirts were completely damp. It was fifteen minutes or so later that we were finding our tricorders couldn't get an accurate reading. Barberi suggested that it could be the mysterious energy having its effect on our equipment. She tried to contact the Ishtar but our communicators were buggy as well.

Since nothing was working, we thought it was high time to return to the ship. We went back to the Oddysey and started the engine. It started... then blew out, and I mean blew! There was this high pitched squeal and then POOF! the power coils were shot and the drive pretty much disintegrated. Our only hope was that after a while of no contact the Ishtar would send a rescue team after us. Fortunately, many devices were undamaged by the environment such as the computer logs and the replicator, so I get to keep up to date with these logs and no field rations. Unfortunately, the engine blow out took out other important systems as well. Most importantly of all being the environmental controls. Without them, the inside of the shuttlecraft is no better than the outside.

It's gotten so hot that we've removed our tops. It may be frowned upon by protocol, but we both agreed to keep the transgression to ourselves. Barberi suggested that pants could be optional too. I agreed, but didn't take them off when she did. I guess I should have put on panties before the trip, but that's hindsight for you, huh?

Anyways, we both kept busy while we waited. I tried to cobble together a homing beacon that could work despite the energy wave. Barberi tried to figure out what the energy wave was doing to our equipment by studying the information from our tricorders before they conked out. I wasn't getting much progress on my project due to the heat. I doubt Ellen was doing much better. She had been absent-mindedly playing with her bra strap which she let drop down to her shoulders when she allowed the bra cups to pop open, giving me a flash of her well rounded tits. That really didn't help matters for me. I'd been gradually getting hornier and hornier with the increase in heat. I had to step outside.

I explored the terrain a little more when I found a spring. At touch the water was warm, but it was more cooling than the humid air. I stripped down and hopped in. It was just what I needed... I stretch out and let myself sink all the way in before popping back up for a breath of air. My finger found their way around my labia, drawing out slow circles. They worked their way inside where they soothed my aching pussy with a melodious massage. "Hmmm...." The tropical hell was transforming into a paradise.

I was busy playing with myself when I heard a noise. Suddenly alert again, I stopped what I was doing and looked around.

 

What was the noise from?


          A couple having fun

 
 
 

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