Personal log: Ensign Linda Trask
Stardate: 9289.6
It's been a few days and still no word from the Ishtar. According to Ellen, the beacon should be working. Apparently the this area of the planet acts as a sponge, absorbing radiating energy from things around it. It works at such a low rate that it isn't noticable until after a few hours of exposure. She isn't sure if it's a natural phenomenon or if it was crafted by the people here. In any case, it managed to drain our shuttlecraft of enough energy to keep us grounded. We suspect it may have had similar effects on the Ishtar even if it's only orbiting this globe. That could explain why a rescue team hasn't arrived yet.
I asked Ellen how the homing beacon was supposed to work with all our energy emissions being sucked away and she explained that it wasn't really throwing off energy, it was more like it was concentrating the energy absorbtion in one area causing a break in any reading pattern the Ishtar might make. There were more scientific words involved but I sort of glazed over them.
Fortunately, the beacon was also able to provide basic systems with a secure power source, which means we have environmental control and don't have to worry about food. I'm still practicing my nudist behavior though, a little cool air isn't going to stop me from having a little fun with Barberi. We reverted to full uniform for the first day, but the isolation and tropical paradise has continually reminded me of how horny I was. I started dressing down when we would head out and scout the area outside the craft. By the third day, I just didn't bother dressing up except for boots when necessary. Barberi made a small fuss about my nudity and how it was no longer acceptable since our conditions have improved. I shrugged it off with the suggestion that we may be stuck on this planet and even if we did get rescued, as long as Starfleet doesn't know, it won't matter what I wear. She didn't put much fight in her arguement in the end, saying that I'd better look presentable if and when we get rescued. I've made it my personal goal to seduce my superior officer. Every chance I got I would come up with an excuse to lean towards her and display my tits in her direction, or bend over to pick something up so she would get a nice view of my behind and my two pussy lips peaking underneath. She's been as stoic as ever but I did notice that she's been taking more and more personal time away from the shuttle. She claims she needs the privacy for personal meditation and prayers, but I know better. I followed her one time.
She picked an isolated spot by a nearby lake. Making sure no one was watching, she stripped out of her uniform. What a body on that one. She had an athletic build but not so much that she lost her feminine curves. I admired her trim figure as she splashed into the water and did a few laps. My finger was in my pussy the whole time. I hid behind the bushes and masturbated. It was kind of shameful, but we were the only ones there so I didn't care. When the lietenant was done with her exercise, she lay on a large rock nearby to dry off. Not just dry off though. I watched as she absorbed the sun's rays. She stretched her arms and legs lazily, then lay down for a while. Then, she raised her legs again, with gymnastic ease, her leges rose and spread apart, hanging in the air in the shape of a 'v'. Her right hand traced her labia, her left hand circled her breast. The tracing turned into petting strokes which worked harder and harder. I saw a finger slip in, then two, then three! To my complete shock, she worked her entire hand inside her pussy. Even from my distance, I could hear her moans. "OH! OOHHH!!" I couldn't make out much movement anymore, but she was probably working herself from the inside. "AH! AHH! AAAAH!!!" she convulsed. Her movements became erratic as she came. The moisture flowing on her forearm and between her legs glinted in the sunlight. "AAAHHH!!"
After the sensation had passed through her system, she leaned over and caught her breath. I heard the sticky pop of her hand coming out of her cunt. She lay back down and enjoyed the sun some more before washing up in the pool, dressing and heading back.
I waited for her to leave and entered the area where she had done the dirty deed. Her juice stains still lined the rock she had laid on. I fingered myself at the thought of tasting those juices. I sat at the same stone and began rubbing myself. Cross-legged, it was sort of like a sexual meditation. It didn't seem enough though, I was willing but there was something more I needed. I spotted it in the water. It was a peculiar looking stone. Eroded smooth, it was long and round. I immediately snatched it. My vagina was very inviting to the stone, with it's outer walls already glistening with my own wetness. I lay back on the rock and slid the toy inside. It was a filling feeling that I've never felt before. I was slow at first because it hurt a bit, but my sexual urges pushed me on. I was soon impaling myself with the natural dildo and the sensation was electric. I think my screams could be heard back at the shuttlecraft. I spent the afternoon pleasuring myself with my new toy and it was there that I came up with my plan to seduce Lieutenant Barberi. |