Tags: Sci-Fi, Bikini, Blowjob, Straight Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Anonymous sex, Vacation
Note: Edited to better reflect the common science fiction setting.
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"Mr. Robinson..." the annoyingly chipper receptionist sounded out each syllable of my name as she typed it, "Here we go." with that fake smile of hers, "I see you came straight from Luna colony. Welcome back to Earth!" She peeked at me, slumped down in a wheelchair with a sour expression on my face. "I see the Earth-Gravity modifications haven't quite kicked in yet, but no worries, they'll have taken full effect after a good night sleep. Our porter," she gestured to some unseen lackey, "will get you sorted until then." The computer chimed, "Ah, your media-link is registered with our security systems. Your personal device will handle all your needs in the resort." I tapped the back of my hand, and commanded the wheelchair to my suite. The porter followed a pace behind.
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Living and working in space has it's advantages and disadvantages. Its major disadvantage, reduced gravity rotting away your muscles and bones, had long since been solved by Transcorp. All humans living away from Earth receive gene treatment that adapts their bones and muscles for optimum comfort in their colony. And when you return to Earth, the gene treatment is reversed. It's easy. We've been doing that for over a century now. That's what the wheelchair is for. The gene therapy was applied en route to Earth, but my body hasn't quite adapted yet. Trying to stand in Earth's gravity right now would shatter my bones.
Normally, sleep is advised while the modifications take hold, but thanks to luck and careful planning my sleep cycle is a perfect match for the resort's day/night cycle. I had no intention of fucking up my sleep pattern, so instead of sleeping I turned to the media wall and continued work on a private gene hack.
Several hours later I carefully tip toed out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. I stepped out onto my balcony with view of the Atlantic ocean to stretch my sore body. Though the gene mods had taken effect and I was once again strong enough to resist Earth's gravity, the treatment left the body sore, stiff and bereft of energy. I stood there for a minute or two, taking in the last rays of the late afternoon sun. "Hello neighbour." said a sultry voice to my left. On the adjoining balcony stood a vision of perfection smiling in my direction. I was instantly struck by the perfection of her skin which, in this waning light, glowed an almost golden Amber. Her long straight hair hung down her back to her perfectly proportioned waist and was a deep glistening black. Most of her facial features were slight and delicate, but taken along her deep brown eyes, portrayed a fierce intelligence.
"Good afternoon," I returned, "quite a stunning view we've got here." I indicated the beaches stretching into the distance and the endless waters of the ocean. I took the opportunity to get a better look at the woman on the other side of the barrier. She was elegantly slender, with just enough curvature to her body to hint at an exotic sort of sexy that is rare in the English speaking Lunar colony. She was dressed in one of those long black evening gowns that emphasised the feminine form.
She stepped closer to me and, keeping her piercing eyes trained on mine, turned her back. Smiling at me over her shoulder she asked me to zip up her dress. I reached across the barrier separating our balconies and carefully zipped up her dress. "Thanks neighbour," she winked, "enjoy the view." She stepped back inside and closed her balcony door with a last smile and wink in my direction. I followed her example and stepped back into my suite, where the stress of five years of non-stop research, interplanetary travel, and recent gene modification therapy claimed it's toll on my body. I stumbled to the bed let myself collapse. I fell into a deep sleep.