Hey baby, guess what ...
Do you remember that thing we were talking about before I went off to join the space program?
Well, it happened, and I'm going to tell you every juicy detail, just like we agreed.
It was a little spontaneous, we started talking some minutes before about what we each wanted, and then things just kind of ... happened, obviously.
I figured out where the pilot-pair tradition comes from by the way. It isn't just something some horny spacers came up with, but it's not an official part of the program either.
We have actual instruction manuals detailing when and how to "give our co-pilot relief." It's a very informative read. They've basically got a whole sex book in it, complete with illustrations and advice from actual professionals.
Apparently the United Countries Council of Space Expansion's statistics say that a mission is more likely to be successful overall if you have a sexual relationship with someone on-board.
This is why they put us all in a crowded little base together with one big communal shower and no privacy for three long months before asking us that question. They wanted us to pick out a mate for the journey.
They treated us like livestock, and, well, is it weird that I find it a little bit hot?
I told you I put Sam Myles down in my number one spot for 'who I would fuck in space,' right? Well, evidently he put me somewhere on his list because, surprise, we're on a mission together.
There are a lot of rules and hoops you have to jump through for this not to be considered rape by the UCCSE. They take that shit pretty seriously, but Sam and I both signed the papers so we're fully authorized to have sex.
We just started talking about it the other day. I told him I was horny, he told me he'd been respectfully relieving himself at night so that he wouldn't get erections when we shower. I hadn't touched myself at all and I was really wet from some random thought I'd had. My pussy was just begging for a rub.
"Do you want to masturbate?" he asked me. "I won't mind."
I silently took him up on his offer, reaching down into my pants, spreading my labia with two fingers and stroking my fully erect clit. He heard me gasp slightly as I spread my legs apart and we looked at each other in the same instant.
He looked away, his pale cheeks turning redder than they got when we showered together. I laughed, noticing a bulge in his pants where his dick was. That's when I told him what you and I talked about.
When I told him my husband wanted me to fuck someone else during the mission his cock got visibly hard.
"You're free to watch me," I told him, rocking my hips while I hooked both fingers into my pussy. I'd only been at it for about a minute and already my panties were soaked and sticking to my ass.
He stared back at me, his eyes flitting to my hand as it moved inside my pants, the waistband of my underwear tight around my wrist. I fingered myself deeply while he looked, feeling the inside of my vagina expand and clench together as I caressed it with my fingertips. I've known Sam for a while but still my cheeks burned as he watched me get off.
"Have you been expecting something to happen, between us, I mean?" he asked as I bit my lower lip and stifled a moan, my clitoris hard and slick between my fingers.
"No," I said, letting my wet digits slide into my pussy and bathing them in my juices. "But, hoping ...? Maybe a little," I said, blushing as I admitted it.
"I see the way you look at me," I sighed, massaging the wet flesh between the curtains of my sex, "do you fantasize about me?" I asked. He looked away and then faced me again while I squirmed in my seat.
"Yeah," he said finally. "During training I used to ..." he started, his eyes going down to the bulge between my legs where my hand was. "Well, there was this one time we were doing CSET's together. I said something about the simulation making us take our clothes off ..."
I could remember the exact situation he was referring to, it got us on this whole tangent about being naked in VR, and thinking about things like how realistic is the simulation?
Sam chuckled and I grinned as we both recalled.
"And you ..." he continued, "the first thing you said was ..."
"We should fuck in here," I said, finishing his thought and then immediately bursting into laughter. My laugh turned into a moan as I rocked my hips and took two fingers up to the knuckle.
"Yeah," he said, looking at me and then looking down at the bulge in his pants. "Ever since that day I've wanted to tear your pants off," he told me.
"Oooh," I said, shivering a little as I ran one finger along the furrow of my sex. "How do you imagine it happening?" I asked. "When you, y'know ..." I looked at the shape of his erection pushing against the inside of his flight suit. To be honest, it wasn't until then that I realized just how badly I wanted to bang him.
"I don't know," he started, "I guess, usually you make one of your lewd jokes and I just kind of ..." he shrugged, "I act on it." I smiled at him, feeling my juices coat both my fingers and slick my palm.
