While Tom scanned the latest message from Ty, Sally wandered into the unused stateroom to inspect her handiwork. Having plopped down on the bed and stretching out on her back, she began daydreaming of meandering through a meadow of tall grasses and wildflowers. Sally envisioned a beautiful summer day with just a hint of a breeze lifting her hair from the nape of her neck. With not another soul for miles, she peeled off her clothes, letting the sun and breeze wash over her bare skin, and laid down in the grass for a little sun bathing. It was so warm and peaceful in her fantasy world, and Sally’s mind continued to drift… after a while her right hand migrated to her furry mound. It had been so long since she had shared herself with Bobby. With trembling fingers, her imagined self began stroking her moist crotch, softly and slowly at first, then ever faster.
Moaning softly in the quiet stateroom aboard Bolo One, Sally’s right hand slid down inside the front of her shorts as her left hand began gently massaging first one breast and then the other, squeezing the nipples lightly. It didn’t take long for Sally to find the pleasure she had been seeking in her fantasy. In a matter of minutes the release left her gasping.
Sally opened her eyes to find Tom, standing at the door, his gaze riveted on her. As their eyes met, he blurted out, “I’m sorry. I wanted to show you the note I got from Ty. I didn’t realize…” as he turned to walk away.
“That’s OK,” Sally whispered as she jumped up and moved quickly toward him, her hand outstretched asking for understanding. “It’s my fault. I should have shut the door.” She was embarrassed but also searching his face for any sign he liked that which wasn’t meant to be seen. All she could make out was a shade of crimson staining his cheeks.