Different Planet Ch 23

He liked Vesse. Even though she worked him (and herself) hard, she was somehow more relaxed than anyone else he knew. She was old enough to be his grandmother, but he felt a connection with her that he didn't have with the other men and women in the dormitory. The Mission was so Serious for all of them. It didn't hurt that she sometimes used break time to strip down and get her vitamin D under one of the actinic lamps.

"The air here, ah!" he told Vesse as he checked in on his handheld, so glad to be able to breathe deep and smell plant life, rather than humans or machines, "Wish I could live in the dome instead of the dorm."

"I had to sleep here a couple of nights, back when the old plumbing was acting up," she stretched, her lean muscles showing even in her shapeless green work clothes, "Took forever for my back to recover! Still have the insulation pad and the tarp I used, in a storage up by the north-by-northwest sector." She laughed, "Nobody lives here but the squirrels and possums. I know you haven't got an apartment like I do, but in the dorm you're set up pretty well. You don't even have to wash your own clothes!"

"Yeah, they do everything for you there. And to you, too."

"Oh," she looked serious, but only for a moment, "The docents? They have a job to do, you know, just like us. I know all the rah-rah about the Reclamation-Repopulation Project, all of us being neo-colonial cosmonaut heroes and all that can sometimes be a little much, but it is important work."

He said nothing, just pulled his tools out of the rake-rack and got to work.

"I mean," she said, "It's not as if you can't just, you know, DO it, get it up, let them wank you off. I figured you'd probably be doing it yourself here in the decon shower if it weren't all open-air."

He ignored that. "I've tried to explain," he grunted as they worked on the bed of one of their oldest force-gown oaks, "My clade weren't xenophobes, we paired off with people all over the colony, but... in person!"

"Not liking the turkey baster thing?" she asked. He nodded, though he didn't know what a "turkey" was, really. "I suppose that was OK back then, but with the demographic troubles we're having now... "

"You won't rat me out, will you Vesse?" He was half sarcastic, half worried, "for thinking spraying my DNA all around with strangers is unnatural?"

"Course not, Gene! You want to be with someone, is all. Someone special? Wife? Girlfriend? Friend-With-Benefits?"

"Don't make fun of me!"

"Sorry." They moved on to the pumping station, gleaming, modern, automated systems that only had the most sophisticated, modern, computerized problems. "I have a confession to make. I had an idea that I could help you. I know how frustrating it is to be frustrated." He looked up at her sharply. She paused, then, "Do you think that's crazy of me?"

"No. No, I like you. But... "

"But not in that way? C'mon, I've seen you looking at me!"

"Yeah, you're right, you are pretty hot."

"For an old woman? Yeah, it is kinda hot." She took off her jacket and shook it out.

"I didn't mean -- "

"I know, I've seen you looking at me. I was looking at you too, when you were using the shower." She hung her jacket on a tree limb and pulled off her olive drab T-shirt in one smooth, athletic motion, "Wanna unhook my bra?"

"What?"

"C'mon, I'll put my T-shirt back on and splash a little water around, see if the wet T-shirt look works for me."

He just looked at her, large nipples and bumpy areolae clearly outlined under the fabric of the utilitarian B-cups of her bra. She saw his erection, even imagined she could see it throbbing, but he wasn't moving towards her, looked sad, if anything.

"Oh, honey," she put her arms around him and hugged him, "I guess I'm sorry again!" She kissed him on the neck, "I like to be with someone, just like you do, is all." She thought for a second, as if she had a secret that might or might not need keeping, then, "The boy they assigned here last month was so hot he bent me over the main console and rammed me so hard the edge of the desk made bruises on my thighs!"

They held each other for a while. He didn't say anything, but he didn't pull away either. Finally, she asked him, "Tell you what, when the shift is over we'll go find that old insulation pad and lie down under the actinics and, well, I'd just like to hold you and have you hold me. OK?"

He nodded, then kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips. Then stopped. "OK. Thanks. And, maybe... maybe before that we could take our showers together today?"

She nodded and he picked up her T-shirt for her, then watched her put it on before they went back to work. They made the circuit, raking, pruning, watering, checking readouts on grimy consoles, replacing rusted parts. The reverse osmosis pump range was the only thing that gave them any trouble. It was controlled from outside the dome, so all they could do was check the fault indicators and look them up one at a time. He put his arm around her shoulders and she gently squeezed his left buttock as they scrolled through, line by line. Other than that, they hardly touched or even looked at each other throughout the shift. They did make sure to at least open the chemical fertilizer bins so they'd have an excuse to use the shower.

He'd seen her in the shower before, but never up close. Now he saw every square centimeter of her was tanned a glowing brown, even her sagging breasts and well-muscled buttocks. He imagined her under the makeshift sun-lamps, naked on the grass, turning over regularly to avoid a burn. They soaped each other all over, slowly. She told him to touch her everywhere, legs, breasts, back, running his fingers through the gray cloud of her pubic hair, even separating her tight buttocks to explore.

"I guess this old woman has been keeping herself in pretty good shape!" she said, bending over a bit to give him access to her sensitive anus, feeling her thigh and gluteus muscles flex and tighten, "That feels so nice!"

She said the same thing when he went back to massaging soap into her breasts, "Do you like them?" she asked coyly, "They're not big and they're kinda saggy, but the nipples are so sensitive."

He bent down and kissed each one, then said, soap bubbles dripping from his chin, "Means a lot that you want me to touch you and you enjoy it!"

"Such a nice boy deserves a reward!" She'd soaped his genitals before, but now she cupped one hand under his balls and wrapped the palm of her other hand around his cock. At first he sighed in pleasure, but when she started moving her hand he shuddered, his erection fading.

"Oh!" She stopped. "Too much like I'm being your docent?"

"Yeah," he sounded embarrassed, so she took him in her arms again. "Being milked like that," he explained, "It's so mechanistic. I mean, it's not like they're mean to me or anything, but it's like I'm something they're farming, or like I'm just a flesh-machine and they have to make their sperm quota by twisting my handle."

"It's OK, honey," she comforted him. "Besides, I like it in my pussy as much as in my hand. I'm an old lady, but I still get hot with a young stud like you!"

"You're not so old." He began to rinse her off.

"Well," she held her arms out and spread her legs so he could reach all the soap suds, "At least I'm old enough that even with the best jerry-meds, nothing's gonna happen if you cum inside me, no matter how hard you shoot it or how potent your jizz is!"

"Where did you say you left that insulation pad?" he asked.

"North-by-northwest corner. C'mon, let's dry off and head over there for an end-of-shift," she thought for a second, "tanning session!"

The northwest corner storage was a big, old, vine and moss overgrown unit on the edge of a quiet little clearing hidden behind an almost impenetrable stand of bracken. A few scratches made them wish they'd taken their heavy coats with them, instead of just T-shirts.

The insulation pad was pristine white in a tough, clear plastic cover, which they put on the grass under it. He pushed his hand deep into the surface, so clean and soft, not like anything else he'd seen in all his time in the dome.

"I ran it through the industrial liquid CO2 washer after the last time me and -- and your predecessor played on it," she told him, flopping on her back and pulling him down next to her.

It was warm under the sun lamps, even naked they were comfortable. Breathing good air, squeaky clean, hidden in a small quiet corner of their world, Gene began to relax.

"I feel one part that's not relaxed," Vesse laughed, feeling his teenage erection poking her in the stomach as they embraced. He kissed her, but other than that...

After a while she began to get concerned. "You don't mind it, me mentioning that other boy? I should tell you I still see him sometimes. If that's a problem... "

"Oh, no! It's not that. It's I'm thinking I'm so, uh, you know, that I -- "

She guessed, "That you won't last very long?"

He nodded, blushing.

"You getting hard for me is so nice." She kissed him, "Makes me feel like a hot bitch instead of an old bag that a young man wouldn't want to," she patted her crotch, "stick his dick in. So don't worry. If I need a second round, I'm sure you'll be around. Now, just let everything flow naturally. We've got all the time in the world!"

She rolled on her back and pulled him on top of her, giving a sharp little "Oh!", surprised by the force of his thrust, eager but inexpert. "Don't strain yourself," she purred, shifting her hips so he could enter her more smoothly.

He bent down to kiss her breasts. She reached down and pulled her knees up and apart, drawing him in as deep as he could go. "That feels so good," she said, tensing her thighs and stomach to increase the friction as he moved his hips. "Kegel exercises keep me little-girl tight, don't you think?"

"Ye --!" his answer cut off, then turned to a wordless scream as she rippled her internal muscles. He thrust himself into her, slowly at first, then faster, then pumping her frantically, straining hard to penetrate her cunt, now constricted to a wet, pink tunnel narrower than a teenage virgin's.

"Now come for me, boy," she held his hands over her breasts so he could feel the nipples hard against his palms, "You know you want to!"

"Yesssss!" He did. He'd never had a woman want him so much, or at least one who could tell him so.

He felt her chest heaving as she panted breathlessly, "OhhhHHH! That feels so gooOOOD!"

Her moans of pleasure pushed him over the edge, moaning, groaning, finally gasping, "I'm coming" -- thrust -- "for" -- thrust -- "YOU" -- thrust -- "AAAAHHHMMMMMM!"

As he lost control, held up only by her strong arms, she felt his spasms fade to boyish trembling, his back, buttock and thigh muscles gradually relaxing as she gently massaged the last few drops from his softening penis, milking him expertly with her vagina.