DATELINE: SPACEPORT AMERICA -- Southwestern New Mexico desert
The Future
Jim and Nancy were high school sweethearts who fooled around and fell in love during the so-called, "Race for Space" between the wealthier planetary nations. In fact, the couple was naked in bed enjoying some much-needed cuddle time when NASA's Apollo 11 mission landed on the moon -- LIVE, right on the old television screen. Of course, they had to take time out from their nocturnal overtures to witness this historic event. Then, they went right back to what they intended on doing in the first place -- creating optimal friction between their naughty body parts for pleasure.
Jim stopped long enough to ask, "I know they don't take women on missions yet, but someday they will. It's only a matter of time. They'll conduct experiments on everything, but they'll never get around to having sex in space. When and if they do, they'll never talk about it. Sex seems such a small part of the bigger overall picture of basic survival in space. Living and working in space is the priority for now. Still, I wonder what it would be like having sex in reduced gravity ... or even completely weightless with no gravity at all?"
Nancy answered, "Well, let's see. For starters, my breasts would probably float in separate directions and so would your dick and big balls. It might be funny to watch that happen."
Laughter broke out between them. "Yeah, that would be funny for a couple of minutes, but I'd still pay to see that -- in a mirror, of course. Wouldn't you? Too bad NASA doesn't do porn films in black and white, complete with black masks and their always dirty feet." Of course, he didn't mean that. Nevertheless, the idea created more thought.
"You have a nice enough tool collection there, Jim but it's totally utilitarian and not necessarily aesthetic. We women like what it does for us -- no doubts there. Otherwise, maybe we could play a ring toss game with your hard-ons just for fun. How would that work in space? Haha. Otherwise, we women don't create great works of art concerning the male genitalia just to hang them in the Paris Louvre the way artists paint nude women."
"Fair point, I guess. Your breasts are a work of art. I'd paint them all the time if I had any real talent that way. You might recall that night with the watercolor paint set?"
That comment gave Jim a special night of loving. "I've always known you only loved me for my tits."
"And your sweet ass. Don't forget that."
That was a long time ago now, but the couple remembered it like it was yesterday.
The years rolled by and the couple aged almost like everybody else, but not as quickly as the other people their age. Jim had prospered well in the pharmaceutical industry and had access to some quietly developed and fantastically experimental anti-aging products. Health-wise, the couple's internal organs were performing as if they were still in their mid to late twenties despite their true age. Jim's research and developments over the years earned him huge bonuses so when the opportunity came, the couple found themselves ready to take the most adventurous trip of a lifetime.
They were finally going to experience having sex in weightlessness conditions aboard the New Paradise Company's, Elite Vacation Space Station, called the Newton 3 - for six days and nights. They couldn't call it Space Sex Station One, could they? Newton 3 was a code for the uninformed, referring to Sir Isaac Newton's Third Law of Motion. The travel reservations and accompanying welcome packet brochures stated as a caveat warning that if the couple remained physically attached, their movements would counter each other. As a result, their actions will not change their speed unless affected by another, unattached object. They could also experience some further difficulties due to drifting into other objects. If the couple have a similar relative velocity to other objects, collisions could occur. "That might be fun in and of itself, "Jim remarked.
This, of course, prompted some humorous research discussions between the couple over online videos explaining the physics for laymen. A hard pelvic thrust could send your partner flying against the opposite cabin wall, for example. Yet still, they still wanted to go. Surely, the service providers had invented ways to accommodate their goals with respect to the laws of physics. They were still convinced that it would be fun - at least the two days of training it was fun. They discovered that weightlessness didn't make them queasy and that the G-Force pressures of travel weren't any greater than when flying on supersonic transport planes.
Their preflight physical examinations declared them fit for travel. They didn't even have to pack a suitcase as all their clothing would be provided for them at Spaceport, as it must be as sterile as possible. In fact, their required first stop, once inside the space station, would be to the space shower facilities.
Nancy asked, "Should I take along this book of the Illustrated Kama Sutra? What if we run out of ideas?"
"Honey, we've been through that book forwards and backwards and upside down in our lifetimes. With respect to anti-gravity sex, it's a bit outdated. Maybe we could write a new textbook -- at least a couple of new chapters or an addendum book when we get back. Huh? Or we could just make audio journal notes on our smart watches. After our years together, we'd be telling stories about ourselves just by having that book handy. Just look at how worn out those pages are. Some are even stuck together, mysteriously."
"You're right. Besides, it's heavy and I don't know what the weight restrictions are for carry-on items. Do you?"
"I don't care what they are. I'm not taking anything. The brochures said everything will be provided for us based upon our needs as indicated on our registration forms -- even new toothbrushes. All we do is show up and have a positive mental attitude. They even provide every brand and style of condom on the market. They're required use on the space station. No matter how careful people are you just can't go around having random balls of sex cells flying around the place spreading DNA material."
"I think you've seen too many of those alien monster movies. I seem to remember from my high school biology courses that it requires 23 chromosomes in male and/or female sex cells, which must perfectly match up with any potential mate's chromosomes within the combined cell or nothing happens."
"Did I ever tell you I loved not only your tits and ass, but also your brains?"
"Not nearly enough."
"Well, tomorrow morning, all our questions will be answered. We take off at 8:00 A.M. from Spaceport America in Southwest New Mexico aboard the new Delta Class, Galactic Space Plane. What a beautiful craft! With the addition of the new scramjet, we'll be able to takeoff from the airport, fly around the Earth twice before we dock inside the Space Station. It carries three other couples and us plus a crew of three. This updated version also has space portholes on the top of the fuselage. Once we've achieved low earth orbit, the pilot will perform a roll maneuver so that the portholes face the earth. Then, we'll be able to unfasten our seatbelts, float around the cabin and glue our faces to the portholes for a sight few of our fellow earthlings have ever seen. We should arrive onboard the space station by early afternoon."
"This will be our greatest adventure. I so want to have sex with you right now."
"Patience, Nancy. At this point, we really don't know for sure how being in space will affect us physically, but I'm sure it's safe. What if you totally wear me out down here and I have nothing left to give you up there?"
"Really, Jim? You're going to cop out with that lame excuse?"
"Did it work?"
"Well, you made me think about it, so that was a mood killer. Okay, I can wait. I know you're good for a rain check."
Late that night, they slept in the Spaceport Motel under tight security. It was all part of the price of their tickets. At 5:00 A.M. the bus would arrive to pick them up with the other vacationers and take them to the underground train station for the quick trip to Spaceport some 25 miles away.
The bus arrived before dawn and everyone got onboard. The underground train was fast and quiet. As they arrived, they were directed to the Concierge Desk of the Spaceport to check in. Their electronic tickets and facial I.D. scans were verified with the computer reservation files. The concierge gave Jim a metal lock box.
"This box is for all your personal valuables that you would normally carry with you here on earth. Please put everything in this box and return it to me. By that time, I'll have your lanyards and I.D. keycards coded and ready for you. You'll use this card for access to any of the resort's facilities you wish. When you return, your I.D. card will be used to open your lock boxes to retrieve your personal articles. Our boxes are kept in our safe for your security while you're gone."
The couple deposited everything from Jim's wallet, pocket change and hair comb, to Nancy's entire purse inside the box and returned it to the Concierge Desk. "Do you have any questions?"
"No. I think I understand perfectly, so far. Thank you."
"Very well, then. Here are your I.D. Lanyards and your boarding passes which will be collected at Gate Two." She rechecked her computer terminal. "Now, if you will exit down this hallway to our locker room," pointing to her left," use your ID/Keycards to select a Spacesuit and boots in your appropriate size. Put those on after you've showered. This is required. The assistant there will help you in the changing rooms. Once dressed in your spacesuit, place all your clothing in any available locker and use your keycard to set the lock. Only your keycard will unlock it when you return. Okay?"
"Very nicely done. Thanks again."
Turning to his wife, "Are we having fun yet, honey? This is going to be so great!"
Properly suited, earth clothing secured, Jim and Nancy carried their space helmets and were directed to Gate Two ahead of schedule. "I'd really like a cappuccino and a bagel right now. How about you?"
"Didn't the pre-flight instructions say that food and drink were to be excluded until we get to the space station? I guess they don't want to risk passengers throwing up in their spacesuits."
"Yeah, that would be bad in so many ways."
At Gate Two, Jim and Nancy met the other couples of space tourists. Two of the couples were bold enough to indicate they might be open to multi-partner experiences. "Wouldn't that be interesting? When I think of that idea, I think of tables of pool balls bouncing off the rails and into the ceiling, only with naked people."
Brad said, "Yeah. Ha. That's the idea."
