Bloomie pushed her way through the throng of bodies at the bar, feeling out of place amidst the rowdy crowd. She had never been one for large groups of people, especially when they were all letting loose and having a good time. She much preferred the solitude and quiet of her own company, or at most, the company of a select few.
With a sigh of relief, she finally broke free of the crowd and stepped out into the cool night air. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh scent of the sea as it filled her lungs. She had always loved the ocean, even from a young age. There was something so calming and soothing about its vast expanse, something that made all of her worries and fears seem small and insignificant in comparison.
As she walked towards the submarine, she noticed strange noises coming from inside. At first, she thought it might just be the engine or some other mechanical issue, but as she listened more closely, she realized that the noises were much too rhythmic and too...human.
Her heart began to race as she reached for her pistol, her mind immediately jumping to the worst case scenario. She had heard stories of pirates and thieves in these waters, and she wasn't about to let anyone take what was rightfully hers.
She crept towards the submarine, her senses on high alert. She could hear the noises growing louder and more insistent, and she knew that she had to act fast.
As she approached the shield room, she came across a sight that she never could have expected. Lana and Abby, two of her closest friends and most trusted crew members, were having passionate sex in the middle of the room.
Bloomie stood there, frozen in place, as she took in the scene before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Lana, with her back turned to Bloomie, didn't notice her at first. She was fully engrossed in the moment, moaning with pleasure as Abby worshipped her body.
Abby, on the other hand, caught a glimpse of Bloomie from the corner of his eye. He tried to signal to Lana, but she was too caught up in the moment to notice. Bloomie could see the panic in Abby's eyes as he tried to silently communicate with her, but she was too stunned to react.
She felt a strange mix of emotions as she watched them - shock, confusion, and a hint of arousal. She tried to make sense of what she was feeling, but her mind was racing too fast for her to keep up.
She watched as Lana picked up the pace, making Abby moan louder and louder. Bloomie couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched them, wondering what it must be like to feel that kind of connection and passion.
She stood there for what felt like an eternity, watching them as they lost themselves in each other. She wasn't sure what she should do - should she stop them, or just leave them to their moment?
As she stood there, she began to feel a warmth spreading through her crotch. She tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger. She couldn't help but touch herself, unable to resist the allure of the scene before her. She tried to be quiet, not wanting to get caught.
Lana and Abby were too engrossed in their own pleasure to notice Bloomie's growing arousal. She watched as Lana reached her climax, moaning loudly and passionately. Bloomie couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she watched her friend find her release.
As she brought herself to orgasm, she wondered if she would ever find a love like theirs. She decided to leave them to their moment, heading back to her cabin with a newfound determination. She would find her own love, her own passion. She wouldn't let this encounter define her or hold her back. She was a strong, controlling woman, and she would find her own way.
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