Lance had always wanted to go to the moon and when he signed up for the environmental experiment, he hoped that the moon was among them. After running through the basics he wondered why he had to take his clothes off as he disrobed and touched the screen. The door opened and he walked through to the options room. A soft neutral voice intoned that doors with red lettering were for female participants, blue lettering for male participants, and gray lettering were in active or already in use.
He scanned ahead to M and was disappointed that it said Mountain, and that it was a reddish gray anyhow. He glanced to his left and saw that the next door was L: Lunar, with trepidation he touched the door. The neutral voice intoned, "Environment selected, enjoy your experience."
Lance heard the door swish behind him and it took a few instants for him to take in the replication of the moon's surface. He took a step and laughed as they had adjusted the gravity so he moved further than he intended. He jumped, enjoying the feel of being able to almost float. The ground seemed to disappear beneath him as he jumped around. There was no end in sight to his new playground and he spent more time amazed at the detail of the ground.
Laura watched him from a distant smiling at the young man's antics. She was glad she blended into the landscape with the great make up job they had done. She even had an interesting cover story if she were spotted.
Lance eventually tired of jumping, especially as the air was quite thin, and he was panting as he walked across the dusty ground. He looked back to see his mess of footprints and wondered if he could find the original astronauts footprints. The landscape seemed to move in front of him as he walked. It took a while for him to realize that it was a humanoid form moving along. He stopped watching the form shift and settle down to watch him.
He began moving toward it, slowly and at last minute made a leap sideways and tackled it. It was surprisingly soft, and he could detect gray eyes blinking up at him. He realized he was naked on top of it, and slowly pulled back. He kept one hand on it, feeling its body. Lance wondered what it was as it silently let him grope her. It was female, he figured by the two soft mounds on it's chest and the lack of protrusion between her legs.
She said nothing, in order to appear as alien as possible she was not to speak until spoken to. Laura felt odd as his hands explored her, feeling her body responding to the firm touch of his warm fingers.
He was speechless as he noticed it’s nipples hardening, it took a while for his eyes to adjust but now he could see clearly where she was. He took a deep breath unaware of his body's response as he looked into her impossibly soft gray eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak and found himself unable to form words as he felt her shift beneath him, her legs parting. Lance found himself in the middle of his most bizarre, erotic, fantasy and not knowing what to do.
Laura felt the blood pulsing in her body and couldn't recall the last time she'd felt as safe and sexy all at the same time underneath a naked stranger. He had this odd innocent look on his face as she parted her legs and wordlessly invited him in. She reached her hands up to run over his smooth chest. She could feel the heft of his dick against her belly.
He wondered if the air was getting to him and any second he'd find that he was lying on dust. Until then he planned on enjoying the pliable body underneath him. Lance let his fingers caress down between her legs. He kept his eyes locked on hers as her body greeted him with warmth and wetness. He felt out of place and time, unable to believe how responsive this creature was. He glanced down for an instant surprised at how stiff he already was. His eyes got lost in hers as he felt her fingers stroke him. The air had to be getting to him, or the gravity affecting him somehow as his fingers strummed along what he assumed was her clit.
She blinked as his fingers caressed her clit, feeling tremors spread through her body. Her lips parted in an unuttered moan as her body grew hot and her hips rose as passion crashed through her body. Laura took a deep breath as she guided him into her, letting the tip rest at her entrance, needing him to provide the thrust to enter her, for him to want it as much as she did.
Lance was staring into her eyes as they opened, watching her hazy lust filled expression. He felt her soft slender fingers guide him to her and he saw her need as he pressed into her hot slick body. She was tight and responsive underneath him and he found himself wishing to never leave.
She found herself craving his touch as she licked her lips. Her body moving with his in an dance older than time itself.
