Seven asks for a favor...

Smiling, as much as Seven ever smiles, she leans over, selecting a strawberry. Her long, delicate fingers place the fruit between her full, red lips and bites down. The fruit erupts in her mouth, coating her tongue with its juice. Her eyes roll back as you watch her, her cheeks sucking in as she suckles the fruit, her chest heaving as she breathes deeply. The visual is incredibly arousing; your cock begins to stir as you watch her mouth work the fruit. Finally, thankfully, it ends, Seven's tongue licking her lips, collecting whatever might have spilled out as she ate.

She swallows and looks at you. "That strawberry was...quite good."

You nod, wordlessly, knowing strawberries probably won't be the end of it.

"Crewman, I...I have a favor to ask." Seven's large blue eyes look down at the table, her face beginning to flush. "The other day, in sick bay, when you...you tickled me. It was...a most pleasant sensation. I have tried to replicate it myself, but, I cannot. Would you mind trying?"

You lean forward, unable to keep yourself from grinning. "If you'd like," you say. "Perhaps you'd like to change into something that would allow me easier access..."

"That won't be necessary," she says, as she stands. Already, her slender fingers are pulling down the zipper on the front of her catsuit, revealing her flawless, ivory skin beneath. With a shrug of her shoulders, the suit peels off her arms, falling down, releasing her massive, gravity-defying breasts. You swallow hard, resisting every urge in your body as she continues, pulling the suit past her hips. She wears nothing beneath, and her hairless pussy glistens with moisture, even in the dim light of your quarters.

Seven moves to your bed, allowing you a long look at her firm, sculpted ass, and you wonder whether or not she's pieced together that your "tickle" the other day actually elicited a sexual response from her.

Lying on the bed, she looks over at you.

"I am ready," she says.