Space Station Sexcapades
Fucking in zero gravity is more challenging than one might think. You have to have some kind of help, whether it’s the wall of the sleeping cabin or the straps that are on the bed to keep you from floating out while you sleep. It can be great if you’re into kinky sex, or pretty mundane if you’re just a missionary man. Sexcapades can be an amazing experience in space.
A few months before I found myself a part of the beast with two backs in midair, I joined the Intergalactic Federation of Explorers. I had just gotten out of finishing school and didn’t know what else to do. So one day, I joined the IFE and the next thing I knew I was on a shuttle docking on the lunar space station. I was now a part of a very small, elite group of women pilots amongst large numbers of men.
None of us were married because only single people were allowed to join the IFE. No joint living quarters existed on any of the space stations or ships or outposts. I signed on for the shortest hitch possible, which was fifteen years. Not a lot of time when you have a total life expectancy of 500 earth years, but still the kiss of death for even the strongest of intimate relationships.
Sexcapades in Space Preparedness
As you might imagine, it was a virtual fuckapalooza on the lunar space station. You would think that men and women had never seen each other before! The staff at the space station seemed to know that this behavior was inevitable and had planned for it. A discreet pamphlet in our packets of information was titled What Every Woman Should Know about Sexual Relations in Space. What a hoot that was! It explained how weightlessness affected the feeling of sex and what an orgasm feels like. It also spoke about the best positions to try first and then how to avoid copulative injuries. Full color pictures in the Sexcapades brochures demonstrated examples for everyone to follow.
One Long One Night Stand
We were told that we would be at the station for a few months training before we were shipped off to our final duty stations. All of the new recruits had grown up in places where space travel was part of the basic educational program, so we had all been exposed to such things as zero gravity and space travel 101. This training was for learning the languages and cultures of the places we were going. Because we weren’t sure who would be continuing on with whom, most of us treated that time as one long one night stand. No strings, no commitments, not even much conversation. Basically, the hook up boiled down to: “Wanna fuck?” “Sure.” “Okay.” “Let’s go.” It was commonplace to wake up during sleeping hours to rhythmic bumping and soft cries of “Fuck me harder, baby!”
Lunar Station Fuck Number One
Consequently, this is pretty much how I ended up with the man I called my Lunar Station Fuck Number One. I met him at one of the getting-to-know-everyone mixers. When they were serving good food and alcohol at these things, almost everyone always showed up. I was wearing my favorite hook-up dress and heels. The dress was short, tight and navy blue. It was made out of this knit material that had a slight sheen. My long legs were tanned and oiled and my feet fit perfectly in my navy peep-toe stiletto heels. My hair is naturally red, a rarity, it seemed, to this group. Talking through dinner, we had a few drinks and somehow decided in that time to leave the gathering for a more intimate setting.
Harnessed to the Wall
We kissed and, straightaway, pulled on each other’s clothes as we entered my cabin. It wasn’t very big, but I didn’t have to share it with anyone, so I was glad that there was no chance of interruption. We knew that we would begin to float as soon as we were naked because small devices attached to every article of clothing we wore held us down. We had a quick discussion of where we wanted to fuck, right before we shed the last of our clothes. I felt my ankles beginning to rise from the floor. We decided to use the wall. I insisted that he use the harness anchored to the wall. It would be his job to hold me in place. Our Sexcapades were beginning.
I pulled off his g-string as he floated up and grabbed the straps. At that point, I was still in my red thong. He leisurely rubbed my bare nipple as I secured the straps around his legs, spreading them apart. Then, I lightly secured his arms so he wouldn’t have to work to hold them down. I finished, pulled off my thong and slowly floated up to meet him.
“Hold on tight,” I said as I kissed him and braced my feet on the wall on either side of his hips. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
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