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Samantha Traynor walked through the Normandy as naked as the day she was born.
Everyone was staring at her, even though Sam was outwardly unaffected by their stares. Some of them were shocked, and some were staring with open interest. Sam was reveling in it, all of the attention being directed her way - at least from the women. They were all so delicious. She’d follow any one of them into a dark corner, or maybe the dark corner wasn’t even needed. She felt a flush spreading through her at the thought of dropping to her knees in full view of everyone, like the horny little slut she was.
One of the bridge crew took too long to look away, her face too flushed for simple embarrassment. Sam took it as an invitation, striding over and pulling the woman in for a kiss. When her partner broke it off, gasping for air, Sam sank gracefully to the ground and reached up under her skirt, peeling away the panties to expose a moist pussy just begging to be kissed. Not even the murmurs of shock around her could deter Sam from her goal of wringing every last drop of pleasure out of this woman, whose name she didn’t even know.
Sam felt a warmth flood her body as she took her first lick, which intensified at the other woman’s gasp. Sam let go and succumbed to the delight she felt at being a horny little slut, fucking anyone who gave her half an invitation.
But even then, it wasn’t the most delight she’d felt, or could feel. That would come later, when … when …
Sam woke up, body drenched in sweat, and horny as hell. Her face was flushed as she looked around, wondering what sounds she might have made during the night - and who might have heard them.
Ah, hell. Get a hold of yourself, Sam! She retreated to the near-privacy of the bathroom and masturbated furiously, trying to dispel the haze of lust and desire that seemed to wrap tightly around her. It wasn’t working. Even after she brought herself to a sharp climax she still wanted, craving another woman’s touch.
Walking up to the bridge made her face flush hot, remembering her dream. And just as in the dream, she couldn’t stop herself from checking out all of the women that walked by. God, did anyone notice what she was doing? What the hell had gotten into her?
“Traynor,” Shepard said, and Sam jolted her head around to look at the Commander. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes - no, Commander, I’m sorry,” Sam replied.
Shepard sighed. “Take this down to Allers, if you don’t mind. She wanted an update.”
“Right away,” Sam said, grateful for an excuse to flee the bridge. There were far fewer people down on Deck Four. Fewer faces to watch her, asses to check out…
No. No. I will not. Sam felt like she was waging some kind of internal battle against whatever desire demon had decided to plague her. She marched along, keeping herself focused on the task at hand.
But as soon as she walked into the cargo hold where Diana Allers had set up, she lost the battle. How had she not noticed how revealing the reporter’s clothes were? How the top and skirt clung tightly to her, showing off every curvy inch. On second thought, the top barely deserved the name. Thin straps with a low cut - it would come off so easily and give Sam better access to her breasts.
Allers turned as Sam entered, and gave first a nod - then a knowing smile. She’d caught Sam looking. Sam searched for some excuse that she could offer for her behavior, but her mind went completely blank. Or, to be more accurate, her mind started focusing on Allers’ movements as the reporter walked forward - how her steps exaggerated the sway of her hips, how her breasts jiggled.
“Specialist Traynor,” Allers said, jutting one hip out and resting a hand on it. “To what do I owe the … pleasure?”
Sam swallowed. “Shepard sent me down with - this.” She handed over the datapad and tried not to look down at Allers’ nearly-exposed cleavage. She lost that battle too.
“I see,” Allers replied. “And are there any … pressing duties that would take you back up to Deck Two?”
“The only pressing duty is right here in front of me,” Sam heard herself say as she advanced and wrapped her arms around Allers’ back, bringing their bodies together. She was so horny. “And it’s very … pressing … indeed.”
Allers reached around behind Sam to press a button, and the door lock engaged. Sam felt a little better at that - at least there wouldn’t be an audience to see how shamefully she was behaving.
Like a horny little slut. That thought, rising unbidden, made her shiver against Allers’ body, and then Sam lost control. She kissed the other woman, hungrily, her tongue darting in to taste the other woman’s mouth. Her hands slid up that oh-so-thin top to cup Allers’ breasts, squeezing gently and eliciting a soft moan. Allers’ hands rested briefly on Sam’s hips before going to undo the zipper and pull her pants down. Sam was acutely aware that her panties were already soaked, and she just hoped Allers wouldn’t comment on it.
As soon as Allers pressed her entire hand against Sam’s crotch, coherency and caution went right out the window. Panting, Sam threw Allers’ top aside (there wasn’t even a bra underneath) and ran her tongue across one exposed nipple. One of Allers’ hands came up to grasp at Sam’s hair, pressing and encouraging her to continue. Sam felt a spurt of delight at the motion and started sucking, moaning as though it were her own breast receiving such treatment.
“Oh my God,” Allers said. “You’re incredible. Oh my God.” She swallowed and gasped before speaking again. “My bed. Is right over here.”
Sam’s top was shed on the way to Allers’ bed. She barely noticed where it fell - she only had eyes for Allers. As soon as they were on the bed she kissed the other woman again, moaning and pressing her body against the heat of the other woman.
When they came up for air, Allers flipped herself around so that her head was right by Sam’s crotch. Not to be outdone, Sam took the same position near Allers and both women began licking almost simultaneously. Yes, oh God, Sam thought. I’m so horny. I need this. And despite her charged state, it wasn’t until Allers began moaning and pressing herself harder against Sam that she felt her own climax begin, as though she had been needing to take that cue from her partner. She let go and felt ecstasy washing over her, a feeling of pure pleasure that made her moan even louder, and for a moment she thought she could see the pocket watch and hear a sultry voice speaking to her.
The moment passed, and Sam’s mind wandered back to the woman in front of her. She didn’t really have anything she needed to be getting back to immediately, and there was so, so much more that could be done …
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