(Based on a dream.)
She wouldn't stop masturbating. Leaning on the hull, basking in the sun, wearing nothing else, Anik was reaching one hand under her crimson loincloth, and with the other, squeezing and fondling her firm but furry breasts. This was her time of day, of course; it's not the fault of the T'kaan that they must masturbate three times a day to stay fit. Had things gone as planned she could have had this and whatever other intimate moments she needed in private, but as it was standing there as she played with herself was making me quite uncomfortable.
Not least because it was beginning to turn me on. Hearing her make noises like purring and moaning as she stroked slowly, then faster, listening to her loincloth flutter in the wind, I found myself at the beginnings of an erection. For awhile I'd been trying to feign interest in my scanner, as if I really cared where we were or how long it would take us to be rescued, but after one particularly intense moan I simply had to turn and watch her.
Anik's furry white body really was beautiful, if not quite human in texture and proportion. A nice young male (or female; I understand non-bisexuality is extremely rare among the race) T'kaan would be very lucky to have her. Her eyes were a gentle blue-green, teal perhaps, round like a human's, though she mostly kept them closed, and even the rounded pseudo-feline ears on the sides of her head were cute when they fluttered in her ecstasy. Normally her four nostrils bothered me, but today they seemed to suit her, inhaling and exhaling ever more heavily. Her mouth had always been soft, though eerily lipless, and her neck long and smooth. Her breasts had always seemed remarkably human, especially now as her perfectly five-fingered hand stroked and caressed them. Though not as much as most of the women on the ship, I came to see that she did have some curve to her, a gentle, almost imperceptible inward sloping to her stomach, and of course she used to joke that navels were the one thing that was universal. With those long, soft legs sprawled out carefree, and her hand pushing up the fabric of her loincloth in waves, I came to wonder what sort of elegant anatomy it covered.
Did she have a vagina, deep and wet and welcoming? Vulva around it, wide lips covering and protecting it? Were the outer lips furry and soft like the rest of her? Under those lips, was there a pert and sensitive clitoris, responding gleefully to her every touch? Did she slip her fingers inside her wetness, softly pumping, imagining some strapping T'kaan's hard shaft?
By now I was completely erect, stretching my uniform. I wanted desperately to stick that member in something, and right now Anik seemed a very good choice indeed. Suddenly she cried out something in what must have been her native T'kaan and began to spasm loudly, and I felt like I'd explode like a plasma torpedo. If I didn't act soon she'd finish her midday orgasms and I'd have lost my chance.
"Anik?" I asked finally and sheepishly, as her body began to relax. "Do you mind if I join you?"
After moaning a few more times, she collected herself, still leaving her hand under her loincloth, and said, "I didn't know humans needed midday orgasms."
"We don't need them," I admitted, "but we like them."
She shook her head, rubbing harder. "What have you been waiting for, then?"
