After today's unsuccessful attempt to get an orgasm, I felt that I needed to be exhausted before going down to the planet. I asked Rita if she wanted to keep me company.

“No, thank you, I'm all for today,” she replied. - I fall down, I want to take a nap for a couple of hours.

- It's a pity. Will have the most. A hundred years already did not.

“Seduce your intern,” Rita said jokingly. - I like her.

- Trishu? Yes, she is pretty. And very young.

- Well, go ahead! It seems to me that you are perfectly able to find an approach to this.

“You know that is dangerous.” If it turns out to be a bore, it can inform the company management. And I will not see more space.

- Who can she tell? - asked Rita. - Maximum - the captain. And he already knows everything about you.

- No, I will not. Anyway, not today.

- Well, as you wish. I would gladly, honestly, but I am not able to.

I shrugged and went to my cabin.

“Zoe,” she called out to me.

I turned around. Rita stood in the aisle between the passenger cabins, leaning against the wall. She was damn sexy in the form of a stewardess.

“Sorry for what happened today,” she said.

- What are you talking about?

“Well, Dan and I are done, and you ...”

Trisha came out from around the corner, and Rita cut herself off in mid-sentence.

- Well, down? She asked me cheerfully. - It is time.

- Give me ten minutes.

In my cabin, I took out a purple dildo with a sucker made from Altair rubber, which is valued most in the galaxy in this kind of products. To get a toy from Altair rubber is very difficult. Dan gave me this one two years ago when he was still in love with me. It was made by special order, and the form repeated the form of its member. He says that it cost him a pretty penny.

I smeared the phallus, stuck it on the coffee table, and she sat on top, clasping the rubber barrel with a vagina. I started with smooth circular movements with my pelvis, getting more excited every minute and moving faster. A minute later I got an orgasm, and after two more - the second. As well, the walls of the cabin are soundproofed - you can scream as much as you want. I got off the penis and sat on the table with my legs apart. Taking the dildo from the table, I put it in pussy and began to fuck myself. Finally, after the third orgasm, I went to the shower, where I finished twice from my fingers.

Trisha was waiting for me in the corridor near my cabin - she could not wait to go down. She was a pretty young girl of eighteen, with small but expressive features, a freckled, snub-nosed nose and dark-red hair. Before getting on our spaceship, she worked as a stewardess on an ordinary sea ship on Earth. Due to the economic crisis in the Galaxy, Transgalactic Spacelines then had hard times and saved on staff training. If during my youth, I had to graduate from space school and go through a hard selection to get on board the starship, then Trichet was promised a full-fledged workplace after only a half year internship. It was her first flight into space.

She was a little reserved, she loved to think, and in the company she preferred to be silent. Nevertheless, she worked well and always looked neat. On the nightstand near the bed in her cabin was a portrait of a smiling young man, but I was always uncomfortable asking him. I liked her, so I helped her get comfortable on the ship, especially since the work was absolutely not difficult.

We went down to Zalon at midnight local time.The city in which we found ourselves was called Asfa, one of the oldest centers of Tourians culture. Asfa, like no other city on the planet, demonstrates the features of the architectural style of indigenous people. At the first moment it seems that you have got into some ideally built world, in which there is a place only for perfect and correct figures. But after a detailed review, you notice that there are no perfect forms here at all. Any correct not first glance figure, in fact, only seems so. Each has some flaw, wrong line, deviation from symmetry. It was as if the builder, waving at the great and perfect, worked with all his might, bringing the matter almost to completion, but at the very end retreated, gave up. And surprisingly, infinite harmony is felt in these strange buildings, consisting entirely of irregular shapes.

There was a white night in Asf. There were very few people on the streets, mostly loving couples walked hand in hand through the night streets. Trisha and I walked along the embankment of yellow stone, turned into the city on a granite pavement and reached the central square, on which stood a monument to the ancient leader of the Zaulons, who threatened to bring a hammer over the passing by. On the way, I told everything that I remembered from the history of Touri, that I knew about their culture and traditions, and Tricia listened to me as enchanted. We sat on a bench in the public garden near the monument, drank coffee in a local cafe and went to the historical museum that worked around the clock.

“It was awesome,” said Trisha when we left after one and a half hours. - I never could even dream of getting here! I read so much about this planet when I was still quite a girl.

- I have been to Zalona a thousand times already, but in Asf I am only the second. For the first time in this museum too.

- What did you like most about it? Asked Trisha. I noticed that her usual insularity had disappeared somewhere.

- It is hard to say. The tombs impressed me greatly. Just think, they already had such a developed civilization, at a time when, probably, only fish lived on Earth.

“It cannot fail to impress ...” said Trisha thoughtfully.

“Yes, that’s impressive,” I replied. - It is a very ancient people, and this is felt when you talk with Touri.

- I actually had in mind that we have reached almost the same heights as they have in a much shorter period of time.

- Yes, it's true. Never thought about it. Well, what do you like most?

- I liked the statue of the priest. Have you seen this proud profile? I have never seen such faces anywhere else. Even the rest of the images of the Zylon are not as impressive as they are. You know, it seems to me that if I met him in life, he would just have to beckon me with a finger, and I would go after him to the end of the world - in Tricia’s voice I could hear impulsiveness, which I had never suspected before. She, seeing with what curiosity I was looking at her, was finally embarrassed. - Yes, I know, it's stupid ...

- Not at all stupid. I understand you perfectly. The culture of this nation is probably the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.

We walked silently along a narrow street.

- How much time do we have left? - I asked.

“Three standard hours,” Trisha glanced at her watch. - A lot more time. Just something I got hungry.

- I, too! - I exclaimed. - Probably, the contemplation of these beauties takes a lot of energy.

- Look, cafe "Two Suns". Shall we enter?

“Two suns” turned out to be quite a decent and cozy place. There were a lot of visitors, but we found a free table in the corner. We were immediately approached by a waiter - a green-skinned two-meter rigelian, barefoot and dressed in black breeches alone.

“They like very much when you speak their language,” I whispered to Trichet.

“Good afternoon,” Tricia told him in broken Righelian.

The giant broke into a good-natured smile, scratched his hairy green chest and said:

- Good day. It is very nice to meet the people of the Sun who know our language. Have you been to us, miss?

- No, it was not.But my friend was a hundred times, - Tricia pointed to me.

But apparently I was not interested in the waiter, so he continued to contact Trichet:

- Would you like to order something? Help you with a choice?

“You know,” I answered for Trish, “for the time being we’ll just look through the menu, and after a few ...”