Zero-G Bliss

Carmen slowly eased off the throttle and felt the last tiny remnants of thrust gravity lift away from every muscle and bone in her body. She loved that moment when everything just let go and began to float. There was no practical reason to be handling the throttle manually - she could have programmed the flight computer to achieve geosynchronous orbit around the moon automatically and it would have handled the task precisely. But she had to retain at least SOME of the tactile pleasures of piloting her spacecraft.

She looked over at Samantha in the co-pilot chair, where the cute wavy-haired blonde was starting to drift in her restraints. Not that their small survey vessel needed a co-pilot, or that Samantha could pilot ANYTHING. She was the engineer in charge of the sixty-four survey probes that would be cast in a net around the moon to map its every nook and cranny, penetrating the surface with its scanners to locate all the precious mineral deposits.

"Full stop, baby," said Carmen, swiveling her seat to face the other woman. She grinned as a few strands of her long brown hair drifted around her head and face. She'd need to go find a hair elastic later to cinch it up into a ponytail.

Samantha sighed happily. "That's more like it. I missed being in free-fall."

They'd left the colony planet and had been burning towards this moon orbiting the nearby gas giant for three days, then flipped the ship around to start their decelerating burn for three more days. Each phase of acceleration or deceleration (the floor and the seats were oriented with feet facing the engines) meant simulated gravity the whole time. There wasn't a lot to do in transit, so they had... acquainted themselves with each other. Even though they had known each other by sight as fellow colonists down on the main camp, they hadn't ever talked - there were a lot of colonists. On this fateful assignment that had sequestered them together, they had corrected that oversight with extreme prejudice. There hadn't been an evening where one of them hadn't found themselves in the other's bunk.

Samantha keyed in the sequence to launch her probes. They started spitting out of the tubes on each side of the hull in five-second intervals, whizzing away from the survey ship and arcing out to cover the whole moon. After a few minutes, the little shudders at each probe launch ceased and the quiet hum of the ship was again unbroken.

"How long will the scans take again, Sam?"

"Let me ask the computer. Sophie, how long will it take for our probes to gather the data?"

Sophie, which is what Samantha and Carmen had named their onboard computer for this mission, replied through all the cabin's speakers in a uniform, soothing voice.

"Data acquisition is expected to complete in approximately 4 hours and 20 minutes."

Carmen drummed her nails on the surface of her console.

"Well, now what?"

Samantha winked at Carmen, wrinkling her cute, slightly upturned nose. "Well, I guess we have some time on our hands!"

Carmen's cheeks reddened slightly. She had perhaps been only slightly intentional in her suggestive question, but it had mostly been innocent. She grinned demurely.

"Well I'm game for whatever..."

Samantha raised her eyebrows and reached up to the center of her chest, with a single click releasing herself from her chair restraints. She shrugged herself out of the shoulder straps and floated a foot up towards the ceiling. With cat-like grace she pushed off an arm rest and glided face-first towards Carmen.

Carmen could see down the front of Samantha's jumpsuit. It was unzipped at the neck and slightly open, showing her ample cleavage. There was a little bit of black lace peeking out. Those definitely weren't colony-ration underthings. She'd chosen to bring that in her miniscule "indulgence stash" from back home - that said something about her priorities.

Samantha slowed herself with her hand on Carmen's chair as she drew close. She swung one of her legs down to the floor where her mag boot engaged with a softened clunk, and faced Carmen, straddling her with the free leg. She reached out with her hand and gently put two fingers under Carmen's chin and tilted her head up and looked deep into her big brown eyes.

"Hey there, Beautiful."

"Hey Sam," breathed Carmen. She really noticed all the little striations in Samantha's baby blue irises in that particular lighting.

Sam's lips descended onto Carmen's and their bodies crushed together in hunger. Eyes closed, they breathed each other in and felt the surge of life and desire in their bodies, made more intense because they had been sitting for so long. Tongues darted wetly together in their mouths - tasting, searching, beckoning. After long, languorous moments they disengaged.

Samantha grasped the buckle at Carmen's chest and the restraints fell apart.

Carmen remembered all of a sudden that she did have a hair tie in her chest pocket. She fished it out and pulled her elbows back, hands behind her head, fastening her hair into a ponytail. In doing so, her chest pushed out slightly and Samantha's eyes widened in semi-joking appreciation.

"Oh, I gotta get me some of that!"

Samantha tugged the zipper down the front of Carmen's flight suit and to her ACTUAL surprise, found that Carmen's chest was bare underneath. Carmen grinned.

"Happy to oblige, my friend."

Holding eye contact, Samantha lowered her mouth to one of Carmen's tight little brown nipples, flattening her tongue against it and inhaling. Carmen's eyes fluttered as Sam sucked on her tit. First darting her eyes to the other nipple, Samantha then shifted her head over and pleasured that little nub as well. Carmen's toes curled in her mag boots and she felt her nethers start to cream a little. She ran her hand gently through Samantha's wavy blonde tresses.

After a while, Samantha pulled Carmen's zipper lower, right on down to her crotch, and found that Carmen was not wearing any underwear at all. A small brown landing strip of hair led down to where the top of her pussy peeked out - a cute little hood of flesh over her softly swelling clit.

"Fuck, yes!" Sam exhaled.

Carmen grinned again, mischievously.

"I mean, it's just you and me here. I thought I'd dispense with some of the formalities!"

Samantha reached into Carmen's suit with her hand and slid it down over her pussy lips. Carmen squealed with laughter, but also arched her back and lifted her bum off her seat to provide better access. Samantha buried her nose and mouth into the side of Carmen's neck and began kissing her there, passionately. Meanwhile she started rubbing with her hand, a slow firm pace to start, and then gradually faster as Carmen's panting increased.

"Mmmmm, yeah..." Carmen moaned. She shifted her hips around as the pleasure built. A warmth enveloped her stomach and descended into her nethers. Oh no, she thought, this is too exciting too quickly. The swiftness and partial unexpectedness of this sexcapade was overwhelming.

"You gonna come for me, Carm? Already?" mumbled Sam into her partner's neck. She smiled, and Carmen could feel the shape of her smile. "I feel you tensing up. Were you really that horny?"

"Shut up and do it," demanded Carmen, pulling on handfuls of Samantha's flight suit, flailing a little to somehow press their bodies even closer together.

Samantha worked her hand like a maestra, in control of every muscle in her hand and fingertips. She pressed down, slowly and steadily and more and more firmly with each stroke. Carmen craned her hips up to press into Sam's hand as it slid harder and harder into her crotch. She bit her lower lip and scrunched her eyes shut.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed, shuddering. Samantha rode the wave, relishing in every little spasm and movement of Carmen's body, pinned beneath her. Wetness gushed out of Carmen's hole and coated Sam's fingers with hot, sticky liquid.

After a few moments, Samantha detached herself from Carmen's neck and looked down at her.

Carmen interrupted her own happy, relieved panting by widening her eyes and clapping a hand to her mouth.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "That was so loud. I'm so embarrassed..."

"Don't be, Silly!" said Samantha. "That's ridiculous. Hearing you come like that is so hot. It made me more wet just hearing it!"

Carmen giggled. "I don't know why I said that, you're right," she said, smiling. Her wild, uninhibited grin was breathtakingly beautiful. "Now let's see just how wet I made you!"

She slid a foot sideways, dislodging Sam's only engaged mag boot. Grabbing at Sam's suit at the neck, she walked her hands down the front, shifting Sam's body upwards.

"Get naked, now!" Carmen commanded.

"Yes, ma'am!" Sam agreed. She grabbed her zipper and ran it downwards to her crotch. She shouldered her way out the top of her one piece suit, and her slender arms flowed out. Her lacy black bra was exposed in all its intricate glory. Carmen still had her hands on Sam's hips, and so she grabbed the bottom of Sam's suit and yanked it downwards and off of her legs as Sam wriggled out and tucked her knees up. Carmen caught a glimpse of black panty fabric covering the little pooch of Sam's pussy peeking out between her butt cheeks.

Throwing the suit to the side, Carmen reached up with one hand to grab Sam's foot. "Not so fast, don't you try to get away now!"

Laughing, Sam extended her legs and arched her body away like a backwards swan dive, and Carmen, still holding on, floated up and away from her chair, her own half open flight suit bunching around her. As they floated, she pulled herself up Sam's body one hand at a time, grabbing Sam's calf on one side, then gripping her opposite thigh, then her hip, until her face was right at Sam's crotch.

Sam's intoxicating odor wafted across Carmen's nose, as she admired the delicate floral lacework across the front of the panties. Gently, she reached behind Samantha's butt and cupped a hand on each ass cheek, and pressed her nose to the source of the delicious scent. She nuzzled and took deep breaths through her nose. When she'd had her fill, she lifted her head and looked up at her lover.

Samantha looked down at her with such tenderness that Carmen's stomach caught, so taken she was with her stunning gorgeousness. Sam smoothed her hands over Carmen's sleek black, tied-back hair and rested her palms on either side of her head, intensifying their smoldering gaze.

With sudden impatient voraciousness, Carmen let go of Sam's butt and started frantically pulling at her own sleeves to get out of her flight suit. With it bunched around her waist, she pushed it off down her thighs and away, exposing her full nudeness underneath. Her lithe, pale olive-skinned body was spectacular.

"Oh Carm! You look so damn hot!"

Carmen drew her hands up again to both sides of Samantha's pretty black panties and hooked her fingers under them, smoothly slipping them off. Sam kicked them away off one of her toes, sending the pussy-soaked underthing off on its own trajectory.

Breaking their gaze, Carmen looked straight ahead into Sam's short mass of blonde curlies, and licked her lips.

"I want to eat you out so bad," she muttered.

"Then fucking do it already," Samantha growled.

Sam slowly, firmly, pressed Carmen's face to her crotch. She exhaled as she watched and felt Carmen's glistening wet tongue make contact with her pussy lips, her heightened senses appreciating the sheen of spit that transferred from tongue to the tender hood around her clit. Slowly, deliberately, that naughty tongue slid down into her slit and into her pink folds as Carmen mashed her nose into Sam's pubes.

Samantha widened her thighs slightly, and her legs drifted upwards, knees bending, toes pointed akimbo. She rested one hand on the back of Carmen's head, just beneath the ponytail, and pressed her in and up into her core, as her girlfriend lapped, lapped, lapped away. Carmen brought her hands up and palmed Sam's butt cheeks again, pressing her wide open mouth against that hot, pulsing cunt, letting no space get between tongue and pussy.

Their momentum had kept them drifting slowly together upwards towards the ceiling, and Sam jackknifed her body slowly, over and over, as she pumped her crotch against Carmen's incredible slobbering mouth.

"Ungh... ungh... ungh... yes... that's it..." she grunted.

As they neared the ceiling, Sam spotted a pair of hand holds and gripped one of them with her left hand. With her right, she reached behind her back and clawed desperately at her bra catch, until suddenly it snapped open and her breasts tumbled free, her lacy black bra drifting away. Finally, they were both completely naked. She felt unleashed. Reaching up with her right hand up above her head, she gripped the other handhold and squeezed her eyes shut in ecstacy.

Carmen was relentless, sucking and tonguing in endless steady waves of motion. Each wave, however, had a little flourish contained in it to make it slightly different than the last. It was truly a virtuoso performance. She breathed sharply and loudly through her nose because her nostrils were mashed up against Sam's mound.

Sam's slender arms bent at the elbows, pushing and pulling against the hand holds, as she pressed and pulled away from Carmen's full body inertia, the two women connected at her pussy like a docking ring at a ship's entry port, Carmen's hands on Samantha's ass like docking clamps. Carmen released one butt cheek and let her hand float down, giving her own tits a quick fondle and grab.

"Make... me... come!" demanded Samantha. Carmen moaned into her pussy in response, nodding her head slightly.

She ran her free hand up Sam's inner thigh, fingers reaching up and underneath where her mouth was attached to her girlfriend. She wriggled two fingertips around, and Sam felt them pressing at the entrance to her pussy. Still gripping the hand holds, she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly and approvingly at Carmen, who was looking right back at her.

Carmen watched Sam's eyes widen in pleasure as her index and middle fingers slowly worked their way in. She kept pushing and watched as Sam involuntarily blinked and let her mouth hang agape as the fingers pushed on through the narrowing, clutching walls of her cunt, and beyond, till they were buried to the knuckle. The whole time, Carmen kept up her steady lapping at Sam's happy little clit.

Carmen started pumping her fingers in and out as she slurped, first slowly but firmly, then a little more quickly, a little more forcefully. The sound of her fingers banging away at Sam's sopping wet hole became the dominant sound the two girls focused on, in the quietly humming ship's cabin.

Slap, slap, fap, fap, slap, slap...

"Oh, my god," panted Samantha, the orgasm building in her stomach.

As Carmen's fingers pistoned to a frantic pitch, tiny globules of clear, sticky liquid broke free from Sam's pussy and spun off into space, where they might eventually be sucked into an intake for the air scrubbing systems. She watched as Samantha's mouth fell open in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure reached a crescendo in Sam's body as finally, finally she arched her back and began to come. Her eyes rolled back up into her head.

"Ohhhh.... unghnnnnnnn... I'mmmmma comingggggggghh", she shouted.

Carmen felt the pussy walls around her fingers clench and impossibly, get even wetter, as Sam bucked her hard clit against Carmen's rapidly licking tongue. The hand at the back of her head pressed harder.

Samantha's dam burst. She came, and came, and came and came. Finally, after many long, tensed seconds, Sam's body and legs relaxed and floated free, like she was a rag doll, momentarily spent. Carmen dared to slow the pace of her tongue, relishing the relief of a more relaxed rhythm, until finally she slurped her fingers out, peeled her face away, and stretched her slightly aching jaw from side to side.

Sam let go of her hand holds and they floated gently, naturally, towards the center of the cabin. Carmen kept hold of her at the waist, and slowly pulled herself up, and Sam down, so that her tits slid up Sam's body and caressed her torso. Finally they ended up even, breasts pressed together, and Sam's eyes fluttered open again, long pretty lashes flapping. God damn it, she looked gorgeous.

They caressed each other, tugging and holding for lazy, lovely minutes, running hands down backs and cupping each other's bums. After a while, as their hearts stopped hammering and slowed to resting, goose bumps formed on their forearms and ass cheeks, at roughly the same time. Their bodies were in tune, sharing the same temperature, shifting to the same rhythms.

"Sophie, dear," Samantha called out to the onboard computer.

"Yes ladies?"

If they didn't know any better, they might have wondered if there was a hint of salaciousness to the computer's rich, sonorous response.

"Ummm, please increase the cabin temperature by 2 degrees," Sam requested.

"Done, boss. That will take 30 seconds."

The air recyclers hissed to exchange the air.

"Hey Sophie," Carmen ventured, "could you also play Amor Infinito by Gabriela Garcia?" This was an instrumental guitar piece by one of her favorite artists back home.

Soft flamenco guitar floated over the cabin's speakers with gentle, swaying accompaniment.

"And please lower the cabin lights by 40 percent," Sam finished for them.

The lights dimmed, and suddenly they were floating in a womb, enveloped in all the comforts the ship could offer.

Sam held Carmen's face gently between her hands and they kissed, eyes fluttering closed as their eyelashes brushed against each other's cheeks.

Sam brought her lips to one of Carmen's ears, and she whispered, "I wanna 69 you."

Carmen responded lustfully, "Yeah, me too. Let's do it."

Taking the lead in their floating dance, Sam placed two hands on Carmen's waist and separated their bodies slightly.

"Hold still," she said.

With that she spun Carmen's body like a pinwheel, counter-clockwise. The equal and opposite reaction was for Sam to spin clockwise. Soon their crotches swiveled into view in front of their faces and they reached out to anchor themselves to each other.

Carmen couldn't help giggling. "That was quite the maneuver, Specialist!"

"Thank you Captain, I hope I did you proud," quipped Sam.

Full of giddiness and joy, they hugged each other, upside-down. Hands slid down the smalls of backs, and the sensations felt new again in their changed orientation. They ran their palms over each other's buttocks and down their thighs, caressing past the backs of knees and all the way down to their calves. They each bent their knees and wriggled around to give the other's roving hands access to every surface of their long, luscious legs.

Burying their noses in each other's tufts of pubic hair, they delighted in olfactory heaven. Samantha's curly, golden-blonde mini-bush smelled as fresh and sweet as grass with a hint of moist dew. Carmen's scent was musky, forward, and thrilling, with the undertone of well earned sweat. They wrinkled their noses in each other's crotches as they completely filled their senses with each other.

Samantha was the first to lick, just a quick run up (for her) and down (for Carmen) the hood over Carmen's clit. Sam's clever, pink tongue slipped back into her mouth and she pressed her lips together, savoring the salty taste of her lover's most delicate skin.

Meanwhile Carmen tilted her head and mashed the side of her tongue over Sam's pussy lips, claiming her own long, urgent taste of Eden.

They gripped each other's bums as they each hunched over a bit to give each other full, face-enveloping access. Their tongues dove in and the two truly became one.

They wriggled fingers to pull ass cheeks slightly apart, exposing their cute little assholes to the air, as they dug into each other's hot, willing pussies. Their thighs opened, their knees drifted up as they curled into fetal positions and nestled into each other, becoming one heavenly body still rotating slowly in 3 different axes. The guitar music washed over them as the ship's gentle display lights played over their skin in the darkened, warm cabin.