Taking A Break.

“I need a break,” Triangle announced to Danny. “I’m going in the back for a Lho-stick. Don’t you dare disturb me. Seriously, that’s an order.”

Danny didn’t even bother responding as Triangle opened the hatch between the drivers compartment and what would have been troop bay if this had been a military chimera, nodding to the people maning the vehicle's various listening devices, and slipped into the lavatory. While it was against regulations to split up whilst on a stake out, there was no way Danny would ever dream of disobeying a member of The Inquisition.

The plasteal door closed with a deep bong and finally Triangle was alone for the first time in nearly six Terran days. Six days without being able to touch herself was longer than any time Triangle could remember having gone in years. She hadn’t even gone that long when she’d stationed to the front lines of Caltarex IV fighting against a traitor guard insurrection.

Knowing she didn’t have long. Roughly the time it took to smoke a Lho-stick and possibly a couple extra minutes, Triangle reached back and undid the fastenings that drew her body-glove suit closed behind her. Next, she shrugged the tight-fitting material loose of her upper torso, revealing two full still glorious perky breasts with tight pink nipples. (Another benefit of money-can’t-buy Inquisition rejuvenate treatments.)

Triangle hand slid into her body-glove and past her waist. Two fingers dove past her well manicure and trimmed patch of pubic hair and buried themselves straight into her pussy which had been leaking moisture all round her crotch for the past two hours. Triangle threw her head back and signed a deep, long sigh at what she had been aching for.

Her release however was interrupted by an urgent banging at the compartment hatch and Danny Kirkwood calling, “Miss Fistmass-Yellow, you’d better come back out here, Quick!”