Another one from my old days as Rino....
Floating
Cynthia Morgan (Mission Specialist, Astrophysics) hung
weightless before the window. Two hundred and fifty
miles below her, the shining globe of the earth
portrayed a panorama of blue ocean and fluffy
streamers of shining white clouds. Through the
filtered thick plastic, she could see the edge of
night. Soon it would be sunset. When your nights
were ninety minutes long, you saw a lot of sunsets.
Katherine Simmons (Mission Specialist, Life Sciences)
floated into the room. Quietly, she drifted in, and
hooked her hand on a grip to come to a halt beside
Cynthia. She watched, as the terminator grew closer.
On the International Space Station, one of the perks
of being aboard was the view.
They watched in companionable silence. Cynthia was
sandy-haired, about five-seven, and 140 pounds, those
pounds being arranged in a pleasantly rounded package
with generous breasts and a delightfully curved rear
end. She had wide hazel eyes and a mouth forever
curved in a slight smile. Well muscled, shapely legs
completed the picture. Her hair was normally an
abundant fall, but it now was secured into a firm
knot. She had recently celebrated her thirty-seventh
birthday. Katherine thought her quite fetching.
Kat was two inches shorter than Cynthia, more compact
in build and appearance. Her breasts were firm, just
on the edge of being a C cup. She had more of a
swimmer's build, thicker in the waist, more mass on
the thighs. She had short brown hair, dark eyes, and
an attractive face with a high forehead. She looked
younger than her thirty-three years would indicate.
Part of this was due to genetics. Also, zero-g tended
to allow fluids to accumulate in the upper body, since
gravity didn't draw them down. This made the face
slightly puffy, stretching the lines out.
Both Kat and Cynthia were dressed in standard space
station garb: shorts, pullover top, and slightly gray
athletic socks. Kat had a tendency to go braless.
Her breasts bounced and oscillated a little when she
moved. Cynthia had her larger globes secured in a
plain bra.
There was a tapping at the entrance. They both slowly
turned around and saw the station commander, Paul
Fletcher.
"Enjoying the sights?" he asked.
Kat turned to look at Cynthia for a second. She said,
"I never get tired of it. The light is constantly
changing. There is always something different to
see."
Cynthia nodded in agreement. "Concur. And they pay
for us doing this." She laughed a little.
Paul grinned. "Don't ever tell them we'd do it for
free." His face turned more sober. Both women
recognized that it was business now.
Paul said, "Okay, the EVA starts in a couple of hours,
after the team completes the nitrogen purge. Stan is
going to monitor us from the command module."
Cynthia said, "And...? You had something else for us to
do? I thought this was our free period."
He said, "It is. But I've noticed from the logs that
you're behind on the required exercise. I'd like both
of you to get the gym in the TransHab module and work
up a sweat. Eventually you'll be back in gravity
again. Take it from me: you don't get the exercise,
you'll suffer when you hit dirtside. Understood?"
Katherine and Cynthia threw a mock salute. "Aye, aye,
skipper!"
Paul said, "Great. See you when we get back inside."
After he left, Cynthia turned to Katherine and said,
"Exercise, huh?"
Cynthia checked behind her, then floated up beside
Kat. She reached out and pulled Kat to her. Her face
was inches away. "I'll bet we'll find some way to
sweat. Oh, yes, just wait. We'll get some...exercise."
She slid her hands down to Katherine's butt, and
pulled sharply. Their hips collided, and crotch met
crotch. The rustle of fabric. The promise of sexual
battle. It wouldn't be the first time. It damn well
wouldn't be the last.
= = = = = = =
Two hours later, Kat and Cynthia glided into the gym.
Part of the large inflatable Transhab module, the room
was padded on all sides, with hand and foot grips
spaced around the walls.
Kat secured the exercise equipment behind some padded
covers. They wouldn't need it.
Cynthia undid the knot in her sandy hair. Her
luxuriant mane floated free, hovering about her face.
"Damn, that feels good."
Kat wasted no time. Hovering a few feet away, she
pulled off her top. She let it hang there beside her.
She pursed her lips and blew. The shirt floated
away, and she started a slow topless tumble in
reaction to the jet of air. Her breasts bounced in
slow motion, her pea-sized nipples lengthening in the
cool, dry air. While still tumbling, she reached to
her hips and undid the velcro catch on her shorts.
She peeled them down. The hip-hugging tight panties
quickly followed. Her bush was a dark and untrimmed
thatch. She spread her fingers and combed the curly
hairs, revealing the gentle curve of labia.
Cynthia watched, catching her breath. Ever since they
had discovered their mutual kink of sexfighting, she
loved to see Katherine take off her clothes.
Kat said, "Well, I'm waiting. Get naked, sugar tits."
Cynthia grinned. She grabbed her pullover shirt and
skinned it over her head. Her eyes on Kat, she
reached in front and undid the catch on her bra. Her
large breasts moved up and down in opposite
directions. Her nipples were large, grape-sized sweet
pink confections, surrounded by dark aureloae. She
brushed her fingers against them.
"Are these the tits you're referring to, slut?"
"Got it in one."
Cynthia lazily removed her shorts and panties. Her
bush was a soft light brown patch that clearly showed
the lips of her sex, turgid and moist. She split her
legs slowly, and the pink nubbin of her clitoris
winked at Kat.
Two could play at the display game, Kat thought. She
rotated in the air slowly, bringing her legs up to
fold under her arms and expose that sturdy bottom.
This caused her cxnt to be nicely framed within the
upturned cheeks. She took her finger and spread the
lips, exposing her own clit, the head poking proudly
out.
They continued stretching for a few minutes, turning
slowly in the weightless chamber, and continued their
taunting and teasing.
Cynthia squeezed her breasts together with her upper
arms, and said, "Are you about ready, bitch?" They
got great pleasure from the trash talk, since most of
the conversations aboard the station were dry and
business-like. They found the vulgarities refreshing,
and increased the tempo of the sexual struggle.
Kat slipped her finger into her pussy and worked it in
and out. She brought the finger to her breasts and
wiped her love fluids on the nipples. "Let's do it,
cxnt."
Cynthia placed a hand against the bulkhead near the
top of her head. She pushed and floated backwards.
She hit the aft wall with coiled feet, the flesh
rippling in her abdomen and breasts. She pushed
outward with her legs and leaped into the air,
straight at Katherine.
Kat spread her arms and legs wide. Cynthia sailed
into her with a smacking of flesh, their breasts
crushing together. Kat took her strong legs and
wrapped them around Cynthia's back, bringing her
pelvis into a jarring collision with Cynthia's. They
wrapped their arms tightly around each other, and
brought their faces into lip-bruising contact. Their
foreheads were tight against each other.
Cynthia said between clenched teeth, "Is that the best
you can do? What a pussy."
Kat said, "Give me some tongue, whore! Open your
dirty mouth!"
They pressed their lips together in a wet, slobbering
kiss, sticking their tongues out to jab and push.
They twirled slowly around, Kat's legs pressing harder
together, their cxnts making naked contact.
The kiss broke, and they each grabbed the other's
rear, fingers digging into the luscious flesh. Their
breasts separated as they concentrated on bringing
their pussies against each other. The juices started
to trickle out, the drops hanging in the air,
occasionally landing on their tits or faces. The
breathing became ragged as they pulled their hips
together.
"I can feel you're puny twat on mine, bitch," Kat
said. "It's being eaten alive by mine."
"You'll be coming your brains out soon, you
slut-whore!" Cynthia gasped.
It was too soon. They wanted to prolong it. Just
before the sweet tension overcame them both, they
pushed away from each other, and then sailed to the
opposite bulkheads.
Cynthia hooked a strap with her hand before she could
bounce off the wall. Kat took the opportunity to
twist around and land with her feet on the opposite
side. She pushed off with her legs and Cynthia saw
her coming straight at her like a missile.
Kat had timed her launch perfectly. She extended her
hand and it hit Cynthia's soaking cxnt like a smart
bomb. The fingers twisted inside, and Cynthia
screamed with rough delight. She let of the strap.
Kat had one arm around Cynthia's thigh. The legs were
wide open as she worked three fingers rapidly in the
fleshy tube. She flicked Cynthia's clit with her
thumb.
Cynthia tried to push Kat away, but the shorter woman
moved around quickly, still continuing the lewd
assault on her pussy. She was close.
Kat pushed away from the wall with one foot, until
they were in the center of the room, spinning, as she
continued her digital rape. Kat ducked between
Cynthia's legs, and spread them apart. Then she
pushed hard, and started spinning Cynthia like a naked
top on her outstretched hand. She held her hand
straight out, and laughed loudly. Cynthia, her arms
and legs spread wide, twirling slowly, the fingers in
her cxnt like a pivot for a gyroscope. She moaned
with increasing loudness as the orgasm built.
She tried to bring her arms and legs in. Just like an
ice skater, this conserved angular momentum, and she
spun faster.
"Oh, my GOD!" she yelled. She brought her arms to her
sides and spun like a whirligig, the juices pouring
out of her pussy, smearing on Kat's triumphant hand.
Convulsions raced through Cynthia's body, her tits
were tumbling up and down, her belly and pelvis
contracting furiously. She whooped and hollered and
finished with a high-pitched cry of true orgasmic
bliss.
Katherine removed her fingers from the saturated
vagina. She brought them to her mouth and closed her
eyes in happiness as she licked the tangy juices.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that one," Cynthia said, her
breathing starting to slow. "You will pay."
"Let's see the bill, you pussy astronomer. Let's see
how much I'm gonna pay."
Cynthia reached down and grabbed Kat's hand. She
brought her up and twisted her around, and quickly
spread her legs, and laid into her cxnt with her mouth
and tongue.
Kat was caught by surprise. But she could give as
good as she got. She snagged Cynthia's butt with her
arms and brought it in towards her head. Soon they
were in a wild sixty-nine, twisting around in the air
like an erotic pinwheel. Cynthia's hair floated up
and down, caressing Kat's butt and the larger woman
worked her tongue into Kat's freely gushing cxnt. Kat
dug her fingers into Cynthia's marvelous ass and ate
her out with savage hard strokes of tongue and lips.
She slurped the juices into her mouth, her face shiny.
Cynthia had the advantage. She had started her tongue
lashing a tad sooner. She concentrated on sucking on
Kat's hard, throbbing clit. She was rewarded when
Kat's mouth ended its lustful licking to howl a wanton
song.
Kat bucked her hips against Cynthia's face, spurting
juice as she came. Her orgasm shook her body, and she
let loose a keening finishing cry. Cynthia let her
loose, to float glassy-eyed, leaking drops of fluid
from her cxnt. Cynthia extended her tongue and one of
the shining little pearls landed there.
They floated for a few minutes, catching their breath.
Kat said heavily, "This isn't over. You know it isn't
over."
Cynthia brushed some wild hair from her face. "I
figured. You ready to pussyfight, bitch?"
"Absou-fuckin-lutely, cxnt."
"Get the belt."
In the weightless environment, they would need a
little help. Otherwise, they would bang hips together
and just bounce around the room. To be in total
contact, they used a wide elastic belt wrapped around
their hips.
Kat retrieved the belt from a locker. They floated
close together and worked the belt up over their legs
and secured it around their hips. Their pussies were
already flowing again in anticipation of the battle.
Kat mounted Cynthia, moving her strong legs around the
larger woman's hips. Cynthia spread her legs, and
they positioned their mounds together.
Kat took the opportunity to work her hands into
Cynthia's bulbous breasts, digging her fingers into
the tender titflesh. Cynthia gasped, and took her own
hands and squeezed Kat's smaller tits with growing
pressure. As they did this, their hips involuntarily
moved together, the lips of their wet pussies sliding
in delicious friction.
Kat bent her head down and took one of Cynthia's
globes into her mouth, tongue stroking the nipple
roughly. She sucked, drawing the large, stiff nipple
into her mouth.
Cynthia bent her own head down, and worked the smaller
breast with her lips, drawing the edge of her teeth
lightly against the nipple. Kat moaned and grabbed
the thick sandy hair of her opponent. She lifted her
face from Cynthia's reddened tit, and slammed her
mouth onto those open lips.
Their tongues fought with other as they increased the
tempo of their hips. They would press outward with
their butts, and the elastic would slam them together,
their cxnts smacking wetly together. As they did
their thrusting dance, they gently twisted around in
mid-air, whimpering with growing lust into each
other's wet mouths.
Their clits lengthened, and grew hard. They begin to
feel these stiff needles stroke the pussy flesh,
diving in and out. Every so often, the clits would
meet and slide along each other, the pink pearls of
the heads touching with electric intensity.
They pushed their faces away from each other and
gasped, taking the air in huge hungry pants. Their
breasts were smashed together, the nipples meeting,
tingling with hurtful pleasure. They gripped each
other's arms as their mounds continued to buck and
join. Their cxnts were spread wide, and a river of
honey met and leaked from the heated holes.
Like the beat of a drum, the hips moved out and in,
faster and faster. They could almost see the
approaching climax, like a cataract of water cascading
towards them. Weightless, they battled, until they
both screamed incoherent obscenities, and they slammed
their pussies together for the ultimate fucking, their
clits banging head on and triggering the shattering
orgasm.
They rolled their heads as the eruption took their
bodies, tongues lolling, as shock waves penetrated
their frames. They bounced and jittered in their
elastic band, totally lost in orgasmic space.
After a few minutes, they rested their heads on each
other's shoulders, then pulled back to look into each
other's eyes. There was nothing more to say that
hadn't been said with greater eloquence in the lustful
sexual battle.
They slowly got dressed, and arranged the gym to its
regular layout.
As they got ready to leave, the door swung open. Paul
was floating there, and looked at the two mission
specialists.
"Well," he said, "It looks like you had quite the
workout."
The women nodded.
"I bet you both feel miles better, don't you."
Kat and Cynthia glanced at each other, and nodded
again. A ghost of smile was on their faces. Without
saying a word, they eased past the commander, and went
to their quarters.
Paul sniffed the air after they left. He looked
around the room with sharp eyes. What was that glint
near his feet?
He twisted down, feet in the air, head hovering over
the deck. He touched his finger to the drop of
moisture, brought it to his nose, and sniffed.
The commander of the International Space Station spent
the rest of the day wearing the biggest smile of his
life. It drove the rest of the crew crazy.
