Turned on despite yourself

You're not happy about the situation, but you have to admit it is rather hot. And while you no longer have feelings for Toby the way you once did, that doesn't change his body or the chemistry between the two of you. You would totally fuck him if he were the last man on Earth, and … well … here you two are.

The blowjob lingers in your mind even as the next hours pass uneventfully. You eat, sleep, and wash yourselves without the Keltraxans giving any orders. But you still can't stop thinking about the situation, and you can't ignore the telltale juices trickling from your cunt. As more time passes, it seems like you're just delaying the inevitable.

Toby passes the time by masturbating—to you, of course. While nothing is stopping you from fulfilling your own needs in the same way, it feels … cheap. Plus you're a little embarrassed to do it in front of something else, not to mention the millions (billions?) of strangers who might be gawking at you. It's one thing to be watched having sex with another person, but to put on such a show yourself? Is that too exhibitionist?

"Morning" comes around again, and as you finish breakfast, Toby goes off to one part of the habitat to start stroking his dick, while you prepare to do some yoga. It clears your mind, offers great exercise, and is a way of tacitly letting Toby look at you in various positions. You figure it's the least you can do since you're refusing to actually sleep with him.

Then again, if you won't masturbate, what's to stop you from changing your mind and jumping Toby then and there?