Linda can't help but to seduce Gwen

Gwen pulled up a high back chair for me to sit in so I could rest comfortably for the life drawing. At her suggestion, I sat with a sheet wrapped around me so that she could capture the folds and creases of fabric as well as my physique. I sat there while she took out a graphite and started sketching onto the canvas. We conversed about the ship and our past lives as she drew.

Gwen had come aboard the Ishtar as a horticulturalist. She was part of the survey comittee to help review potential colony sites. As she had little else to do except tend the hydroponic plants, she often found a lot of free time to herself. It was a big difference to Linda's schedule with the depleted crew, having to work extended shifts to cover for the lack of manpower.

Gwen shook her head, "And here you are spending your free time with me."

I smiled back, "Don't be like that... You're very pleasant to be around."

"Oh, you're just being nice."

"It's true..." I let the sheet slip around my shoulders so my breasts were better exposed. I got a little thrill as Gwen raised an eyebrow and stared. I grinned at her, "I feel very comfortable around you."

Gwen continued to stare at my boobs for a moment before catching herself. She darted her eyes back at the canvas and dabbed more paint onto her brush.

"Say... I was wondering..." I noticed the flush cheeks on the artist and wanted to press her about it. My pussy slickened with the thought of this woman getting turned on. "How did you cope when the virus hit?"

Gwen looked even more flustered, "Me? I ah... When the captain, the old captain, ordered us to our quarters, I stayed put until we were given the all clear." She didn't look up from her canvas.

"So... You stayed put and... Coped?"

Gwen shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She dared a glance at me before looking back at her work. "Yeah... I... Coped..."

I leaned back in the chair. The sheet sank behind my back and left me fully exposed to the redhead. Ever so slightly, I slouched lower in my chair and spread my legs, revealing my glistening wet pussy. Gwen didn't complain about my shift in pose. Instead, she took a blank sheet and started sketching. It gave her an excuse to eye my features more extensively.

"You know... I held off from doing anything for the longest time. I thought I could cope by enduring the feelings and keeping them bittled up..." I said.

"What happened then?" Gwen asked, still gazing at my body.

"One day, I lost control. I had to touch myself and I didn't care who was around to see it."

Gwen swallowed dryly and nodded. Her paints were forgotten as she watched my fingers tread slowly toward my pussy. I smiled at her, "Have you ever watched another woman pleasure herself, Gwen?" The woman behind the canvas shook her head slowly. I stopped, laid back in my chair with my legs parted like a tavern whore, and asked her, "Would you like to see me?"

Gwen made the faintest of nods for me to proceed and I did. I slid my fingers over my pussy, giving myself long slow strokes. I watched the woman as I touched myself. She was in awe of the scene, afraid to move and ruin the moment. I let out a moan as my hip raised.

"Is this how you coped, Gwen?" I asked between moans, eyeing her with a lust that began to reflect in her eyes too.

"S..something like that..." she answered before licking her lips.

"Show me..." I pleaded as my hips waved in her direction.

This was all the prodding she needed. She stood up and unbuttoned her frock, dropping it to the ground. Her top and pants soon joined it and then her undergarments. Stripped naked, she stepped up to the center of the room to join me. I gazed appreciatively at the mature yet fit figure. She was tall, casting a silhouette of an hourglass with the light behind her. Her hands were trembling as this appeared to be a new experience for her.

I smiled reassuringly and continued my display with more gusto to encourage her. She seemed eager to please. Her hands slid up and down her body, groping at her breasts before sinking Downwards. She stood with legs apart as her fingers ran through the neatly trimmed ginger bush, down into her heated sex. She gasped and closed her eyes, breathing audibly as her finger dug in and out.

"Gwen?" I asked after watching her play for a bit.

"Yes, Linda?"

"Can I touch you?"

"Please..."

I stood up from the chair, half a head shorter than her. She watched me anxiously as her arms dropped to her sides. I stood straight and reached forward while maintaining eye contact. As soon as I touched her tender peach, she seemed to melt into me with a shudder and a moan. I could feel her body vibrating as we held each other, me trying to prop her up.

Eventually, I managed to guide her into the chair. She faced the back, bent over, with one knee resting on the seat. My finger prodded her temple as she rocked into it. She moaned and fondled herself before pointing to her paints.

"My brushes. Get me my brushes!"

I obliged. I gathered a handful and offered them to her. She plucked one up and turned it aound so that the handled pointed up.

"I used this to cope," she said as she looked at me lustfully. She sank into the chair, lifting one leg up onto the armrest to give a clear view of her blushing pink pussy. She took the round handle and slid it over the peaks and crevasses of the folds, slickening the end with her juices. She then plunged the length of it into her hole with a loud moan!

I watched as she took that thick brush handle and slip it in and out of her body with practiced ease. She waved for me to come close and took my hand.

"Like this," she said as she guided my hand to hold the brush and penetrate her with it. I followed along, matching her stroke and frequency. Gwen sighed and smiled. She reached back and grabbed the back of the chair, lifting her hips to push up against the paintbrush. Her hips thrusts faster and I quickened my pace to match. I looked up to see Gwen's eyes closed, deep in concentration.

"Fuck me please... I need you to fuck me, Linda!"

I did my best to please her. She was crying out my name as her body shook harder. Her juices were so slick by this time that I was havin trouble gripping the brush. Suddenly she froze up! A look of pure ecstasy was on her face. She then sreamed out a long and satisfied moan before collapsing in the chair.