Linda gets off before she gets off.

I checked the shuttle's diagnostics; I was ten minutes out from the Ishtar. That was plenty of time to dock and replicate a uniform before reporting to the bridge. I set the shuttle to autopilot and lay back in my chair. My hands were already on my body before I even hit the engage button. Instead, I slouched in my seat and activated it with my toe. The shuttle powered up to minimum impulse and lurched toward the Ishtar. I took in the view of our majestic Federation star ship while I took my fingers inside me. My legs were splayed on the console and I spread my own docking port open. Pulling out a standard issue phaser from a shuttle compartment, I pressed the handle end against my labia and rolled circles over the area. I moaned softly. The tip rubbed up against my rose bud and moistened me up as I started to breathe heavier. I kept rubbing myself gently, feeling my skin goosebump and my nipples and clit harden. My body ached for penetration, so I delivered. I continued to rub myself with the handle end of the phaser while applying more and more pressure until it started to enter.

The smooth plastic was quickly engulfed by my engorged pussy. My juices leaked out from the stem and piddled onto the synthesized leather seat. I felt the liquid run up the seat and soil my rear. I'd have to clean it up later, but at that moment, I realized I was free to do whatever. Like that saying, 'In space, no one can hear you scream.' I looked around, just in case, to find myself alone in the shuttle. I let out a louder moan. It was unabashedly slutty and that made me tingle all over. The Ishtar was in full view of my window, so if anyone thought to look, they'd see me masturbating in the pilot seat, if not maybe obscured by the pilot console. I felt emboldened by my isolation and crawled down to the floor. It excited me that someone happening to look out could possibly see me in the distance. I knelt up off the ground so that I was in full view of the growing Ishtar as I plunged the phaser handle into my sex. I rubbed my titles and humped the air, moaning like a cat in heat.

I laid on my back, legs spread, one foot resting on the pilot seat, the other on the co-pilot's. The phaser poked out of my hole like it was a turret. Jenny had taught me a kinky trick with a phaser that I put into action here. If you set the frequency correctly, it doesn't emit a damaging beam, but still manages to vibrate enough to get you off. I entered the settings that she showed me and set it to autofire. I suddenly tensed up; immediately taken aback by it's intensity. The device rumbled in my pussy and I clenched my kegels tight just to keep it inside. I wanted to let it do the work without holding on, so I flattened myself on the floor, played with my breasts and closed my eyes. I **** myself to stay still so that it wouldn't vibrate out, but my body wanted to twitch and squirm from the vigorous movements it was making inside me.

I moaned loudly and the sound of my own lust filled voice sent me into a deeper erotic trance. I stared out the window at the growing form of the Ishtar. I could make out the portholes and windows that could see outside. I tried to see if anyone was looking out at the moment, but it was too far away to make out the details. Still, I imagined that someone was watching me return to the ship and that maybe they'd squint and see the naughtiness I was performing. Maybe the bridge crew were checking in on me, to see that I was docking OK in spite of the shuttle damage. If they put me on viewscreen, they could zoom in and it would be plain to see what I was up too...

My body convulsed as the thought passed through my head. I couldn't hold it anymore and I shrieked with pleasure as the makeshift vibrator shook out a heart pounding orgasm from my quivering pussy lips. I felt the hard plastic squeeze out of me in a stream of ecstasy! I quickly rubbed down my clit and jerked my hips up for a quick follow up. The automated docking procedure took over and the shuttle settled down into the bay. The rumbling jolted my attention away from myself for just a second until my body was rocked by a third orgasm. Soon after, I lay in recovery with my juices flowing all over the floor.

The clean up was quick and stealthy. I didn't want to be caught with my pants down after all of this! I replicated wet towels to wipe down the interiors, then myself. I marvel at the technology we use today at times like this. After the quick towel bath, I replicated my uniform and got dressed. Just in time too because as soon as I left the shuttle, I was greeted by someone about to come in.