The sudden nipple teasing, sucking sensation inside Chloe's space suit was disconcerting at first, but highly erotic. Just as suddenly it stopped. It lasted for only a few seconds. And as she went about her work on the space station, checking valves, reading the digital readouts showing the ambient temperature, oxygen levels, and reactor core temperature, she began to doubt that she had felt it in the first place. Living on a space station is lonely work, exciting, exhilarating, and lonely. Maybe I imagined it, she thought to herself.
The space station had a total permanent crew of 6 members, three men and three women, all chosen for their ability to tolerate long exposure to weightlessness, isolation, and loneliness. The space station itself was so large, and their duties took them to disparate parts of the loop, that they rarely saw each other, except for meals. And by now, already five months in to their 2-year stay on the Moebius Strip the six quiet, geeky introverts had mostly run out of things to say.
The silence had become so comfortable, Chloe was afraid to break it. But the second time, when a sensation of warmth, almost like fluid started at her cunt and spread over her thighs, her ass, traveled up her stomach and down her legs, she sucked in her breath and held it. And again, just as she was beginning to get used to it, to explore the sensations with her mind, it was gone. She exhaled. Then she began to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Not mentally, but physically, a virus, a neurological disorder, a what? Chloe's training was in astro-physics, in controlled fusion reactions for space applications. Her medical knowledge was limited to things like bronchitis, dehydration, and sinus infections. Nothing she could think of could explain the strange, but erotic, clit tingling sensations.
Only after exhausting all other logical explanations, did Chloe begin to wonder if space was really getting to her. Maybe she was going just a little bit crazy. Then she laughed it off. Only if being horny is a mental disorder. She chuckled to herself and went back to work.
Two days passed, and Chloe had already forgotten about the erotic episodes that had caused her to doubt her own sanity. The rest of the crew, Matthias, Sulania, James, Aiko, and Aathan were all so normal, with quiet chatter about the experiments they were conducting, or minor maintenance work that had been completed, Chloe had pushed the thoughts from her mind and decided not to bring it up. What could she say, anyway?
But then, not long after breakfast on the third day, when Chloe was cleaning up the pouches that had held things resembling scrambled eggs, hash browns, and oatmeal, she felt someone grab her ass and squeeze. It was so sudden, and so hot, that she squealed and gasped simultaneously, and turned around to see who was there. But there was no one. Then it happened again, but instead of her ass, someone was grabbing her breast, tightly, squeezing the nipple just hard enough to hurt. But the pain was good. Chloe floated in the zero G, mute with shock. She let go of the food pouches and reached for the wall. She was feeling dizzy, and hot and very confused.
When the sensation of squeezing her breast stopped, there was a quick vibration at her clit, the one teeny little spot where the space suit came in contact with her now swollen clit vibrated for just an instant sending shockwaves through her body. When it was over her mind was racing, but she knew she had to do something. She had to find out what was going on. She was flushed, and her pulse was racing. Chloe paused a minute to breathe and regain her composure. When she was ready, she curled her right index finger and touched the spot at the base of her thumb, on the glove anyway, this activated the voice-com system.
"Hey Matthaias, you there?" She asked, hearing her voice crack a little.
"Yeah, Chloe, what's up? Something wrong?" He answered.
"No, no, it's nothing. It's just that..." Chloe's voice trailed off, she was at a loss for words.
"Oh god, it's not the reactor is it?" He asked, a sudden tension in his voice.
"No. No. Not that at all." Chloe laughed, realizing how bad a panicky call from the nuclear tech would sound. "No, it's just that I think maybe my suit is malfunctioning. Some really weird stuff has been happening."
"Sorry Chloe, I don't know much about the suits. You know Aiko is the one who deals with that. You should ask her." Matthias answered, already sounding as though he was distracted with another, much more interesting and important task.
"Right. Thanks." Chloe replied and touched her glove again to end the call.
She stopped and thought for a minute. Aiko.
Aiko, one of the other women on the station, was a security and encryption expert, and the primary programmer on the station. She devised new programs tailored to fit the various needs of the other crewmembers in their experiments, maintenance tasks, and just for fun. Before she joined the service, and agreed to come to the station she had worked for a large number of different net security firms, and before that she was a well-known hacker. She was white-hat, though you would never think it after encountering her badass demeanor.
Chloe and Aiko had never really been friends. Then again, they had never had a problem either. But then, geeky girls just don't seem to get along with each other that well. Something to do with the introversion, the intelligence and competitiveness, and the tomboy tendencies. Chloe hesitated again before activating the voice-com and calling Aiko.
"Hey Aiko, you busy?" Chloe made an effort to sound more confident this time. No point in scaring Aiko too with the idea of a nuclear meltdown. "Naw, what's up?" Aiko replied, sounding pre-occupied, but then that was pretty much how everyone always sounded.
"It's nothing really. You were trained in maintaining the suits, right? I think there's something wrong with mine." Chloe wondered then if she should have mentioned it. It wasn't exactly something wrong. It felt good. It just didn't seem normal.
"Sure. If you tell me what the problem is, I might be able to fix it remotely." Aiko replied.
Chloe paused. "Fix it remotely," means that somewhere in all those systems, networks, wired, wireless and other devices, Aiko had some access to the suits, to their controls. She considered the implications of that statement.
"Well I think there might be something wrong with the temperature regulation, and also the nano-fiber shaping. It's been feeling tight in odd places." Chloe replied, trying to be truthful, but also clear about what was going on.
