Giving In To Temptation

The pod's adaptive surface was hell on her hypersensitive skin. The previously comforting soft, cradling surface was now a mire of gentle sensation that she couldn't escape. No matter how she turned, more than half of her bare body was engulfed in the soft surface. Her nipples remained painfully hard, the slightest friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"Stop it," she whispered to herself, trying to lie perfectly still. But even her breathing caused subtle movements, the rise and fall of her chest making the air in the pod brush against her nipples. Between her legs, she was embarrassingly wet, and the pressure there was becoming impossible to ignore.

The chronometer showed it was still the middle of the night cycle. Hours remained before she could legitimately get up and face the day. Hours trapped in this state of maddening arousal, with nothing but her own thoughts and the lingering shame of her earlier accident.

That memory should have been enough to kill any arousal, but somehow, in her current state, even the humiliation had taken on a strange, heated quality. She remembered the warm wetness spreading beneath her, the release after holding for so long... and found herself squirming against the pod's surface.

"This is insane," she muttered, but her hand was already sliding down her stomach, fingers seeking the slick heat between her thighs. The first touch made her gasp – she was even more sensitive than before, her flesh swollen and eager. The lotion's effects showed no sign of diminishing; if anything, they seemed to be intensifying in the enclosed space of the pod.

She tried to be methodical about it, clinical. Just release the tension so she could sleep. But each stroke of her fingers sent waves of pleasure through her that were anything but detached. At some point, without even quite realizing it, she rolled onto her front, so that her chest was pressed into the soft material of the pod's cushion. Her back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly against the pod's surface, creating a feedback loop of sensation.

When orgasm finally took her, it was with an intensity that bordered on painful. Her body convulsed, muscles clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, tasting blood as the release went on and on, seeming to ripple outward from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

In the aftermath, she lay panting, her body finally relaxing into the pod's embrace. The tingling had receded to a pleasant warmth, and exhaustion pulled at the edges of her consciousness. As sleep claimed her, one last coherent thought flickered through her mind: something about that lotion had been very, very strange...