Writer's Note: This first part to my story introduces the main character, Cserasha, and deals with consensual sex. Further stories in this series may not, as they shift to different themes of domination and fetish. Please enjoy, and feel free to comment!
The Bulk Freighter Racketroll shot through the depths of hyperspace, its irregular-shaped hull shuddering as it tore through the unreality of faster than light travel. Within, its crew of nine were trying to keep busy during the long voyage from the Core Worlds to Hutt Space. Some were on the bridge chatting idly, some were playing games on the hologram table, and others were in their quarters.
One such crewman was Cserasha Ban, a young Twi'lek, long of leg and slender of face, who had brilliant yellow-orange skin that many found captivating. She had only joined the crew a week previous while on Coruscant and was still trying to fit in. Cserasha was shy and nervous among her new crewmates, and very unsure of herself. She had spent the last few years in the slums of the Republic capital's lower levels, serving as maid in a seedy dive where every low-life scum had groped her. When Captain Jandeen had offered her a place on his crew she had literally wept with joy.
Currently she reclined on her bunk, studying a datapad full of ship's schematics. Cserasha had been busily learning all she could about the Racketroll in order to become the ship's co-pilot. The Captain said that she had good reflexes or something, and she would be good at it.
Tired of reading, Cserasha dropped the pad and stretched languidly, trying to relax. She felt cold all the time while on board, and had dressed in rough spacer clothes of pants and a jacket, with thick boots. This only improved her warmth a little, and also served to make her feel uncomfortable. No, if she needed to relax, she needed a hot shower.
Rising, she wandered towards the ship's communal bathroom. It was located centrally at the back of the crew quarters, over the engineering section. Cserasha's body felt the hum of the hyperdrive in the deckplates beneath her as she walked. She opened the door to the bathing section and stepped inside.
She stood in a small chamber with a couple of sinks along one wall, with a shelf of baskets opposite. At the end of the room was the door to the large shower room, Cserasha's intended destination. Seeing that the electronic lock on the door showed the room as 'vacant' she smiled in relief. Quickly, before anyone else came in, she rushed to the baskets and hurriedly undressed, throwing her itchy clothing into the basket and scooping up the dry towel within. Wrapping it around her, she moved quickly to the shower room, the cold metal deckplates chilling her bare feet as she went.
She reached out to the door control, and was about to hit it when she heard the sound of running water from beyond. Despite the vacant sign the room was occupied! Cserasha was about to turn and grab her clothes to run off, but something stopped her.
She heard another noise, this time a woman's voice. "Yes! Oh... ooh... OH!" The voice moaned, drowning out the sound of the rushing water.
Part of the young Twi'lek knew that she should be leaving, but another part was curious. What was going on in there?
A man's voice came through next. "Oh fuck yeah! Take it! Take it!"
Suddenly Cserasha understood! There were two people having sex in there! Now she knew beyond a doubt that she had to leave, and leave quickly, but for some reason she just stayed put. She felt a stirring down below, a tingling in her pussy that she had rarely felt. Something about the naughtiness of listening to two people having sex aroused her...
Cserasha pressed an ear-cone to the metal of the door, moving a lekku (the famed head tails of her species) out of the way as she did so, and savoured the sounds. She heard every gasp, every moan, every cry of delight and ecstasy clearly. And the more Cserasha heard, the more aroused she became. Without even realising what she was doing, one of her delicate hands had slipped down her body, lifted the bottom of the towel, moved between her legs and graced her hot lips with a single caress...
Oh yes! Cserasha gasped, echoing the chorus of sexual sounds coming from the shower beyond, and stroked her pussy again. Oh that felt good! She began to tease herself, gently rubbing her clit and relishing the jolts of pleasure that shot through her.
Cserasha had grown up being taught that pleasures of the flesh were wrong, and even during her years as a waitress she had felt less than sexual. Being leered at by every piece of scum she served drinks to had made her shy and introverted, and wary of such things. But that was a different life. She was free of Coruscant now, free to travel the galaxy and be someone else, and this someone else was apparently turned on by voyeurism!
Turning her back on a lifetime of abstinence, Cserasha found herself enjoying her masturbation for all it was worth. As one hand grew ever more furious in its stimulation of her clit, the other reached up and grabbed one of her full breasts. Almost instinctively she began to play with a hard nipple, and her pleasure grew ever higher!
"Uh...OH!" She exclaimed loudly, closing her eyes and tipping back her head as she worked ever harder to get herself off. She dropped to her knees, legs spread, and continued her masturbatory frenzy. The towel had fallen off some time ago (she did not notice when) and she was now naked, but it mattered not. She kept going, lost in the glorious pleasure, moving ever closer to satisfaction.
And then it happened.
"OHHHH YESSS!" She cried, as her body convulsed and an explosion of ecstasy ripped through her, lighting every nerve in her body on fire and her mind went blank with the world-shattering bliss.
Cserasha rode the feeling for as long as she good, her body trembling. Finally she sagged to the deck, spent. She hung her head, her lekku drooping down, and she breathed deeply to recover. She had no idea that masturbation could be so good! No idea at all!
"Well, what was interesting," Said a thoughtful voice in front of her.
Alarmed, the young Twi'lek glanced up suddenly, to see the person who had spoke.
She was called Chali, and she was the Racketroll's first mate. A Mirialan, human-looking but with deep green skin and long blood-red hair, Chali was a lithe and strong woman. The gentle muscles of her arms could plainly be seen, for she currently stood in the entrance to the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around her middle. "Our new crewmate is a horny one, it seems," She declared with a wicked smirk.
"I... I..." Cserasha stuttered, one arm rising to cover her breasts while the other grabbed for her own towel nearby. She felt mortified beyond belief and her mind froze in its desperate rush to think of something to say.
Chali smiled, amused by the Twi'lek's antics. "Oh no need for that," She said, dropping down to Cserasha's level and laying a restraining hand on the towel. She then reached up and gently pulled the arm from her breasts. "Ah, yes, there they are," Said the Mirialan softly. "My my, how nice those are."
"Th... thank you," Said Cserasha nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the other woman.
