Linda finds herself with remote access.

When I returned to my quarters, I took a long, hot shower. Skip the sonic shower, liquid showers are where it's at! The warm flowing water reminded me of the last mission oddly. I guess I'm starting to get a fetish for fluids... Anyways, I got out of that hot, steamy shower feeling nice and refreshed. I opted to take the day off for 'stress relief' purposes and just recuperate indoors. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle myself out with the rest of the crew with my arousal levels being what they were. It was like the height of the original virus outbreak all over again. I spent most of my time in my quarters trying to focus on my hobby rather than give in to the temptations of the body.

I broke out my set of model spacecrafts, not quite complete my replica of the U.S.S. Voyager. I thought it was a fitting model to recreate considering our position lost in space as well. I hadn't touched it since I began my sex logs. It was simple to fall into the habit again, though. It took patience and a steady hand to assemble the pieces and decorate. Each decal I hand painted, which required a professional touch. I like to think my delicate precision helps me in both model making and piloting... and maybe another task that requires finger manipulation...

I whiled away the rest of the morning working on my model. For lunch, I replicated a sushi platter and ate while I worked. Jenny checked in on me via vid screen to offer to take me out for lunch.

"Not today, Jenny," I said.

"But I want to hear about what happened on your mission," Jenny replied eagerly.

"I'm taking the day off for stress relief. The doctor said I need to wait out a viral infection," I explained. I left the part out about it being a sex virus because, well, it was Jenny.

"Eww... it's not contagious is it?" Jenny said, making a face. Thanks, friend.

"No, and it'll be gone by tomorrow, we can meet up then," I said, rolling my eyes.

I ended the transmission and disintegrated my wastes in the replicator. The vid screen chirped again and I leaned in to answer.

"Jenny, whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow."

"Oh but it can't..." Lieutenant Greene replied.

"Lieutenant... we aren't supposed to see each other," I said, sitting down and leaning in.

"We aren't supposed to be near each other," she corrected. "I'm in my quarters, you're in yours, no need to worry."

"Doctor Akira said this could be dangerous..." My concern was real, but deep down, my heart was palpitating from just talking to Isa.

Greene leaned in closer. Her eyes looked hungry as she gazed into me. "I know," she said in a low, sultry tone. "We could end up like the men... but doesn't that danger excite you?" I swallowed dryly. "Turn off your screen if you must, but then you'll be missing out on this..."

Greene pulled off her top, revealing her perfect round breasts. She cupped them and leaned them into the screen. "Tell me you don't want to rub these into your face and suck on them..." she dared. She stood up, revealing that she wasn't wearing any pants. Her fingers slid down your cleanly shaven mound and she started to rub herself and sway her hips as she chided, "...tell me to put this away and I will..."

I squirmed in my seat as I watched her frolic over to her bed, still framed perfectly in the vid screen. She rolled around on the mattress and rose up to wiggle her hips and touch herself in an exotic dance for me.

"What are you doing, Isa?" I asked weakly.

"I'm alleviating my urge, Linda... I just need your help. All you have to do is watch... and enjoy..." She lay back, legs straight in the air, then spread them apart and slid her hands over and into her swollen pink opening. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Mmm... are you touching yourself?"

I could feel my face flushed. "I..."

"I wish you were touching me..." she continued, eyeing me through the vid screen. "Right here..." She had turned around so that her ass was visible in a depraved position and dug her finger into her slit. She moaned again. I was hot and couldn't sit straight. I couldn't bring myself to turn off the screen though, I had to see what she was going to do next...

"Do you want to touch me, Linda?"

I nodded slowly. Isa crawled up to the screen and tapped in a command before moving back into view. She held a small device in her hand that flashed. She took that object and slowly eased it into her snatch. It wouldn't give at first, but then popped inside like a pill. "Go ahead and touch me..." she offered.

I looked to my own command console and noticed I had access to something. On. Off. Intensity settings. Pulsate, vibrate, expand...