Your Omnitool Computer

You were always more a hands on kind of guy. Working directly with the hardware to develop new solutions or simply restore function never failed to elicit a smile. You remember the tool was stored in the overhead and as you turn to open the compartment you spot something that shuts down your sleep-deprived brain. Just 3 seats ahead is a beautiful female form.

Her creme-latte skin and short cropped black hair immediately set your mind to work, and as your mental gears start to click you realize she is wearing the form fitting suit of a mechanical tech. You mutter a silent prayer to the inventor of the Aura Suit as you watch her muscles ripple in a long stretch. You take particular care to follow the curve of her small breasts and perfectly shaped buttocks while your mind continues to lose track of other thoughts.

Just as your getting to some particularly enjoyable imagery she looks over and smiles. You panic and look away, but not before noticing her slide a tongue you've been imaging across her perfect lips. You blush intensely and fumble with the latch before finally retrieving your omnitool. Still flustered you turn and attempt to enter the shuttle's aisle only to collide solidly with Jessika.

Your already riled brain quickly transfers its fantasies to the communications technician now before you. Her curvaceous body certainly helped reduce the stresses of take off, and once in zero-g her large breasts provided hours of furtive entertainment. Your mind continues to fill with lewd images as she lifts her freckled pale face towards you and pushes her long blonde bangs from her eyes.

Then the remainder of your brain awakens and a torrent of shame halts all indecent thoughts. Deepening your earlier blush you reach down and help Jessika to her feet, doing your best to mumble apologies.

She smiles tiredly and brushes herself off before looking towards you again, "It's fine Aeric, really. We are all tired and a bit out of things."

You nod lamely and avoid starring at her cute face as best you can. Oblivious to your particular discomfort she turns and reaches into the compartment above. Standing on her tiptoes she huffs and turns to you. "Could you help me get my satchel down? I don't remember it being that high before."

You glance about nervously and notice the beauty a few rows ahead wink and start sauntering towards the airlock. Your mind scrambles to choose between the two.