Look but Don't Touch
Copyright© 2017 by Armera Llsehi
Prologue
Science Fiction Sex Story: Prologue - A cargo ship in space, with an all woman crew and a mysterious container. Nothing bad will happen right? After all, in space no one can hear you scream in ecstasy.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Lesbian Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Incest Sister Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Violence
EEEEP! EEEEP! EEEEP!
“Alright already!” Madelyn says slapping her hand down on the little square box that pretends to be an alarm. “I’m up! I’m up!”
As she pulls the covers down, Madelyn’s long silky black hair rolls out with them. She sighs and drags long strands from her face, revealing a beautiful face with all the perfect features of a model, though she isn’t one. “Fuck! I’m thirty and unmarried.” Madelyn sits up in the bed. As the covers fall to her waist, her voluptuous chest bounces beneath her shirt. “I’m getting old,” she groans.
“Maddie, are you up?” her sister calls from the other side of her cabin door followed by a gentle tap at the metal.
“Yeah Lori, I’m up,” comes the tired answer.
“Good, Rhea has breakfast ready in the mess.”
“I’ll be out in a minute. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Okay but you better hurry before Kendall eats all the bacon,” Lori teases.
“I won’t be long,” promises Madelyn.
“And Maddie?”
“Yeah, Sis?”
“You’re not getting old. Not quite yet,”
That remark brings a smile to Madelyn’s face. “Of course I’m not Lori, I just feel like I am.”
Her sister is already gone from the door. This was Madelyn’s and Lori’s first trip through space together. Madelyn has been a cargo hauler for nearly eleven years, while her sister is only into her second year. And this is the first time the sisters have done a mission together. Their directive was to fly out to Aetera 2, the largest moon of Thara in the Trion System, and pick up a special cargo. Nobody in the crew knows what it is, nor do they really care. They haul cargo for a living, wondering about the content gets old very fast.
Madelyn had hoped to get back home to Earth before their younger brother’s birthday, but they are still four days out. Their ship has been delayed by some unexpectedly strong solar winds at the edge of the solar system, just before Neptune. She shrugs and kicks the covers the rest of the way off and slides her long legs over the edge of the bed. When her feet hit the cold metal deck, she wiggles her toes. Unlike most of the people she has flown with over the years, she enjoys the cool feeling of the deck. Eventually, Madelyn makes her way into the refresher. She relieves herself and pulls her shirt over her head.
Across from the toilet sits a large full length mirror. The thing is so big that its stretches from the deck to the bulkhead. She looks her reflection over in the mirror. She marvels at herself, from her lusciously large breasts, to her long black, silky hair, to her creamy skin. She thinks of how the men back home flock over her and how she doesn’t give any of them the time of day. She doesn’t want to fuck just anybody. But she can see why they want her so bad, she is fucking hot!
Because she has always been popular with men, she always took jobs that carry an all-female crew. Sure, there were woman that have hit on her as well, but at least they don’t drool all over her and are comparatively few. Madelyn isn’t conceited—well maybe just a little—but who wouldn’t be? At thirty, she still looks like she did at twenty. Looking at the mirror, Madelyn thinks how she would even fuck herself. She can already feel the wetness gathering between her thighs.
Madelyn stands up and the thought of playing with herself sends shivers through her. She suddenly feels goosebumps rising all over her body. Her light brown nipples harden, pushing out away from her body. She feels a need at her center and as if to accentuate that fact, she feels the wetness between her legs gliding down her inner thighs. She grasps her nipples between her thumb and finger. The resulting chills sent another shock into her center and another small gush of warm juices flows down her thighs.
Madelyn steps over to the shower and turns it on, leaning more toward hot than warm. She better makes the shower a quick one before her breakfast gets cold. Otherwise her sister will start wondering what is keeping her and comes to investigate. The water turns warm, then warmer and then hot. She lets the steam build in the room as she closes the door, trapping in as much of the heat as she can. The translucent clouds wrap around her from her ankles to her curvy hips. The clouds even appear to cradle her hefty breasts. When the steam finally wraps itself around her red, silky hair, she feels like she is wading in a mountain hot spring during a morning fog.
She steps into the shower and it is—almost painful. The water is a bit hotter than she thought it would be. But after a few moments under the, gushing water, her skin acclimates. Madelyn drops her head back and lets the water soak her hair. The water juts hard from the shower head. It is an extra-large model with a radius about as big as a sunflower. The company seems to really want their employees clean.
