Excerpt:

Lani closed her eyes and stretched her legs out until they both pressed against the far wall of her cleansing cubicle. While she would have much preferred to have a bathing enclosure, where she could lie down flat in the heated water, the next best thing a girl could pamper herself with was the lodging’s cleansing cubicle.

She had purposely arranged for a lodging with one of the newer models installed. With an inbuilt seat of breathing leather and old-style walls, it physically looked like the showers from the old millennium. Yet a cleansing cubicle was so much more.

Heat exuded from the floor, walls and ceiling of the cubicle, yet would not burn her if her feet rested near the porous exits. It felt so completely relaxing at the end of a hard day, or night depending on her shift and duties, to sit down on the comfortable seat and let the heat and steam waft around her naked body.

Smoothing her favorite lotion onto her skin, she let herself relax, muscle by muscle. The heat and steam cleansed her far better than any regimental shower could. Lani knew she would feel even better if she could soak in a bathing enclosure.

However, the knowledge that she relaxed in her own lodging and, more importantly, had complete and utter privacy for whatever she wanted to do, made her moan in ecstasy as her head fell back to rest on the wall.

Lani closed her eyes and breathed the steam deeply into her system, imagining the heat cleansing her insides as well as her outer skin. The cleansing enclosure had long ago become her special spot, her one place where she could be feminine, let herself go and indulge her body.

She had already ordered the cubicle to let the old, wildflower scent of jasmine waft through the small room. The light, flowery fragrance gently underscored the heat and rising steam that would eventually cleanse her system. For just another second Lani enjoyed the sweet, fresh scent permeating the room.

Adjusting her position so she could happily stay in the one spot for a while, she evened out her breathing. Slipping into a light meditative trance, Lani enjoyed the time and space to just let go and breathe.

For too many years she had been under constant pressure, never being able to truly relax on the long trips on the ship. Even then, with so many men on board, and so few women, she had never been able to pamper herself or indulge either in her own space or her sexuality.

With co-ed cleansing cubicles the few women always made sure they simply washed their bodies and then moved out. Not from fear or anything else so juvenile, but simply to prove they weren’t wasting the ships small store of supplies.

Women who indulged in anything more than her male comrades always invited trouble to themselves. With everything so strictly regimented between every person equally, if someone took more than their fair share, someone else would undoubtedly miss out. Particularly if a woman indulged, it invited censure and teasing at the least, or a reprimand from their Commander or a black mark against one’s personal record at the most.

Yet secretly, steam bathing, or true bathing had always been one of Lani’s indulgences. She continued to breathe in the steam, letting every inch of her body relax.

Without her permission, her thoughts trailed back to Gregor. Had he finished decoding the message yet? She knew in her heart he would eventually. Gregor was not the sort of man who left for home with a task incomplete. He would simply keep on decoding until he became successful.

Much as she admired the man, she knew his weaknesses as well. Pig-headed being an apt description for the stubbornness he displayed. The man simply never knew when to quit. Not that he could in this case. She had been excruciatingly careful to cover her tracks, so not knowing who sent him the missive would pique his pride as well as his curiosity. He would have to decode it to discover its meaning.

Despite herself, she could hear her breaths coming faster at the thought of Gregor. With his deliciously hard muscles, the large width of his shoulders, the silky threads of his hair, piercingly direct gray eyes, and his long legs all combined made him one hell of a man and desired by almost every woman in the Force.

He exuded the strength of a man who had been through hard training and come out the other side of it utterly successful. He had been out in the field for a number of years, not just sheltered here in the headquarters for his entire career. This, she knew for sure, gave him the slightly harder edge than most of his colleagues.

Moaning at the image of his naked body that played across her mind, Lani cast aside any thoughts of a relaxing meditation and spread her legs.

Luscious thoughts, images and fantasies of Gregor flitted through her mind, one after the other and could not be tamed. For once she was completely alone, in her own lodgings, in her own cleansing cubicle. She could indulge herself all night and no one would be the wiser.

Well, she mentally corrected herself, until the pre-arraigned time to meet Gregor, but there was still plenty of room to maneuver until then.

Feeling giddy at the freedom, she let her index finger run along her slick outer labia. Gently moving her finger up and down, collecting the dew already weeping from her body in desire, she shifted her position, her legs braced, so she could enjoy the heat of the steam as well as her own ministrations.

Keeping her lips separated with one hand, she gently found her clit with her other, hissing in sensitivity at her rough fingertip. Collecting more cream, she lubricated her finger and moved back to her engorged clit.

Stroking over it carefully, she found her own rhythm. Stroke, stroke, dip, stroke.
Relaxing more as she let herself fall deeper into her own desires, Lani began to imagine, to let her fantasies run wild.

She would be in her own bed, lying naked on the sheets. The night would be warm, steamy. She would have left her windows open in the vain hope a cool breeze would come by. Her body would be faintly covered in sweat, just like she felt now. Her muscles would be lethargic but needy, her body flushed. She would roll onto her back and spread her legs.

Wide apart, like she had them now.

Lani closed her eyes and imagined leaning her head back, almost feeling the soft pillows that would lie beneath her head. As she stroked two slick fingers inside her pulsing heat she arched her back and a small moan escaped her lips. Her inside walls clamped down tightly on the two slick fingers, yet she still needed more.

Briefly, she wished for the hard, full length of Gregor to be thrusting deeply inside her. Instead she only had two of her own slim fingers teasing herself. Lani stroked herself harder, teased her inner walls until she felt a pulse of electric current run through her. She sucked in a deep breath.

She had found her G-spot. Gently, tenderly, she rubbed herself there again. Lani moaned, pressed her feet harder into the wall and spread her legs even wider to allow a deeper penetration of her fingers.

Lani increased the pressure of her other hand on her clit, built the tension inside herself. Her head tossed from one side to the other.

And then she imagined seeing Gregor climb inside her opened window. In the darkness of the evening, the darkness of her room, the man himself seemed as dark as the night, half a shadow himself. He would creep into her room and flash that handsome, devilish grin.

Lani felt her breath catch at the reality of her vision. He would lean against one corner of her room, smile that white, hungry smile, and watch her please herself.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he would drawl, his eyes devouring her open and stretched-to-the-limit pussy.

Lani twisted in desire as her blood heated. Everything became more real, more sensitized under his gaze. Something that had until now been secret and slightly naughty became lavish and decadent. She spread her legs wider, to give her imaginary Gregor an even better view.

Lani rubbed her clit harder, knew her climax had begin to build deeply inside her. She slipped a third slim finger inside herself and the full, heavy, sensation was almost more than she could bear.

Canting her hips, she pressed herself into her own ministrations. Wanting more, wanting Gregor’s cock to be pulsing inside her, and not just her own fingers, she let her moans escape her mouth. No sense in being quiet or repress her responses, since she was alone.

As she could sense herself reach further for the elusive climax, she could see Gregor in her mind, watching her. She could feel the heat of his gaze upon her body. As she stroked one slightly rough fingertip over her engorged clit, she felt her whole body seize up. She pressed her head harder against the cubicle wall as her pussy contracted around her fingers, sucking them as if nothing else mattered.

In the back of her mind, her dream-Gregor watched her every movement in thorough fascination.

“Tell me, Lani,” he purred seductively at her from where he stood, “has anyone ever reamed that ass of yours?”

Lani moaned as her climax ripped through her, draining her of her strength. She had no idea where that last comment had come from. She never acknowledged, even to herself, some of her darker desires that haunted her dreams sometimes.

In her deepest heart she sometimes dreamt of being bound, or saw enticing mental or dream scenes of herself dressed in nothing but a thong and lacy bra being ordered sternly to suck a man off, or to lie across his lap for a spanking.

And in the very darkest, most secret hours of the night, tucked up in her own bed and far away from anyone else, she dreamed of bending over and wiggling her naked ass in front of a man like Gregor. She dreamed of teasing and taunting him with her submissive streak, offer to let him do anything he desired to bring her pleasure, or admit her willingness to do to anything to him that would bring him pleasure.
He, of course, would be instantly struck with a heated desire and bend her over whatever was handy, a chair, a table, even have her on all fours on her bed. And he would prepare her ass, and then ram his hard cock inside her.

Lani had never seen or heard any indication that Gregor was interested in being a dominant man in the bedroom, yet still her dark fantasies would persist.

Like everything else in her life, she had fully researched the mechanisms and reasons behind her bondage fantasies. She knew her dream-Gregor would need to lube her ass and prepare her carefully. But one day, when the right man came along, she would let him do this to her. And she would love it.

A small alarm tinkled in the cleansing chamber.

Damn, she cursed, groping for a small hand towel, time to get ready for the meeting with Gregor.

Sitting upright, letting her feet fall back onto the floor, she wiped herself down. Standing slowly, Lani stepped into the adjoining shower. She quickly let the warm water run over her body as she washed away her own juices and slathered more subtly scented cleansing lotion over herself to complete the feminine ritual.

She hurriedly dried herself and rushed into her bedroom to dress for the meeting. Well used to last minute, important, packing, she placed a couple of changes of underwear and clothes, as well as a few essentials into a small, light bag like the most seasoned of travelers. This completed, she grabbed the folder of information she had gathered earlier in the day.

Details of Xylone as well as the couple of Amazon tribes that resided there were all neatly categorized and ready for Gregor’s perusal. Folder tucked firmly into the small bag, she headed out to make her meeting with the man she had fantasized about for more nights than she cared to admit to.