Pretend to be asleep

You did the only thing you could think of. Closing your eyes once again, you slouch against the locker resting the mag-pistol carefully on your lap hoping to hide the growing bulge in your uniform trousers and wait. Smith's moans continue for what seems like an eternity, gradually building in intensity and volume until she all but screams out in orgasmic release.

Keeping your eyes shut while this curvy blonde was putting on a show like this was one of the hardest things you've ever done; compared to this your diff-E-Que's oral final had been a piece of cake, not even running the manual shut-down of the Grendel's overloading core in the stifling heat of its abandoned engine room had you this hot and bothered. As much as you wanted to peek, you could not take the chance that Smith had opened her eyes and was watching you as she fingered herself, what could you say if she caught you spying on her at a time like this?

The possibility that this pretty young engineer might know you were sitting their as she strokes herself makes your cock fill out even more than before, it was now fully erect and trapped as it is under your waistband and throbbing in a mixture of pain and arousal. You wonder if it is possible for you to cum just from the combination of the auditory stimulus of Smith's moaning and the throbbing pulsing of your hyper-sensitive organ twitching against the tight waistband of the naval uniform's trousers. You consider linking with the Gorgon to access the ship's library but decide that in this case your curiosity would just have to wait.

You hear the precise moment Smith opens her eyes and sees you sitting in her room. She was still panting from the exertion of her orgasm when the young woman's gasp filled the tiny crew-quarters. Her shock is unmistakable, and you try to maintain your relaxed sleeping posture.

"What the fuck?" Her quiet question goes unanswered as you will your erection back down. "Captain Thorn?" and then after a brief pause "Sir?" You heard the faint sounds of your engineer quietly dressing in the small room and then sense her turning her attention to your slumped form. She slowly slid the mag-pistol from your hand and you heard her gasp of surprise when she saw the bulge in your pants.

"Holy shit!" Smith whispered and you will your body to keep still as you feel her hand rest on your thigh.