Black Lace Quickies 2

by Kerri Sharpe

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  Nadia usually worked right through her daily rest periods. Breaking the flow of concentration, she believed, was detrimental to her productivity. She only allowed herself to eat, wash and sleep outside of the laboratory.

  But today, after the unusual encounter with Drew Masters, Nadia retired to her cabin during the next break. She slowly stripped off her clothing as if it were contaminated, knowing that she would have to put it back on at some point because garments had to last several days at least. She allowed her long fingers to brush over her skin, thankful that her body was free from the ridiculous strapping and the incorrigible Masters.

  ‘How do I get out of this mess?’ she considered, while floating freely around the small space in just her white bra and knickers. She hugged her body, concerned that these extraordinary circumstances would challenge the strict control she self-inflicted. She stroked her shoulders and, to her utter shock, she allowed her fingers to slip inside the cotton of her bra and cup the fullness of her breasts. Is this how it felt for Drew? she wondered. Intrigued, Nadia trailed a hand down her lower back and nestled it in the fleshy groove between her buttocks. She smiled. It had been a long time.

  ‘I am not completely without feeling,’ she whispered in Russian, trying to ignore that her fingers were nuzzling beneath the elastic of her panties in search of the renewed tingle. Nadia bit her bottom lip as she made contact with the awakening bud nestled between the soft folds, following the channel further until she was able to tentatively slip a finger inside her surprisingly moist sex. ‘Not at all without feeling,’ she told herself, wondering how she would justify this indulgence over tending to fragile seedlings.

  ‘Nadia, you in there?’ Drew’s voice drove through the bulkhead, causing her to withdraw her hand. Unaccustomed to spending any length of time semi-naked, Nadia forgot her state of undress and concentrated on steering herself to the cabin entrance. Drew’s face acted like a mirror as she slid the door open, his shocked but then approving expression reminding Nadia that she was wearing only a bra and knickers.

  ‘Oh! I was just changing. You caught me –’

  ‘No need. You look fine as you are. How about another romp around the lab? We can practise our moves and then show the chief how it’s really done. What d’you say?’

  Common sense had been shed with her clothing and Nadia wasn’t sure if it was the slow, dragging gaze that Drew applied to her naked flesh or the newly discovered sensations that caused her to float out of her cabin and follow him to the lab.

  ‘Brig’s sleeping, so there’s no one to bother us.’ The laboratory door closed automatically behind the pair as they entered.

  ‘What’s that?’ She batted away what looked like an inflatable kid’s toy bobbing about on a pool.

  ‘That,’ said Drew proudly, ‘is our reproductive tunnel of love, as supplied by the kind folks in research. Wanna try it out?’ His smooth American accent contrasted against Nadia’s like custard drooling over gravel.

  ‘Do I have any choice?’ The thought of climbing inside the thing with Drew pressed against her bare flesh sparked the tingle again and, when he wasn’t looking, Nadia gave herself a little stroke between the legs for reassurance. Being reckless once couldn’t hurt, surely?

  Drew needed no further encouragement. While Nadia’s back was turned, he removed his T-shirt and pants but decided that he would never get the woman into the tunnel if he removed his shorts too. That, he hoped, would come later.

  ‘It’ll be easier getting into the inflatable with skin on skin. Less friction.’

  Nadia’s shock, when she saw his naked torso, was allayed by this justification at least until he gripped her around the waist and posted her legs through the tube. It was like trying to get into a sleeping bag underwater, especially as Nadia wasn’t concentrating properly. Her attention was focused on the expanding package buried within Drew’s shorts.

  ‘To hell with this tube,’ she said swatting it away. ‘My face will not remain straight if we use it.’

  ‘You mean, you won’t keep a straight –’ Drew stopped himself. Nadia was actually grinning and he didn’t want to kill the moment. Truth be known, her silly expressions turned him on. ‘What do you suggest, then?’

  ‘Come here and I’ll show you.’

  To Drew’s complete surprise, Nadia offered a slow wink and beckoned him to her. As he approached the Russian woman’s long, lean body – the stripes of a very fit woman visible in the form of streaks of muscle stretched across her tight stomach – he became aware of the enormous erection that now strained in his shorts. How he wanted Nadia to wrap her slender fingers around his shaft and mutter something dirty in her native Russian. How he adored the power she had over him – and she didn’t even know it.

  ‘I think the researchers have been approaching this completely the wrong way,’ Nadia said. ‘What they don’t realise, when they invent their clever contraptions, is that, when you’ve been in orbit for nearly ten months, you don’t care how you do it. You just know you’ll do it.’ She pulled Drew towards her and clamped his body against the length of hers, their groins meeting again but this time with sheer lust holding them in place.

  ‘Who needs elastic strapping and blow-up tubes?’ Nadia giggled. ‘Now, pretend to fuck me.’

  ‘Affirmative, Miss Kasparova. But are you sure you just want me to pretend?’ Drew began to rock his hips but, on the second shunt, Nadia floated away from him as if she were in an orbit of her own.

  ‘That worked well,’ he muttered, following her trajectory. ‘We need to approach this differently. This position is obviously impossible. One of us must be stationary.’

  ‘Fine,’ Nadia said. ‘Tie me up to the support brackets.’ She took a moment to retrieve four cords from a locker and Drew fumbled and rushed to get her bound to the wall. ‘Now I can’t float away and you can grip the handles above so that you can push into me. Theoretically, of course.’ She winked again.

  Nadia’s legs were spread wide enough for Drew to work the bulge in his shorts into the tempting mound behind the white panties. As instructed, he seized the support handles and slowly began to press his concealed cock against Nadia’s knickers. When she let out a long moan, not even attempting to stifle it as she had before, and began to pulse against his movements, Drew took this as a signal that she wanted more.

  ‘Let’s make this simulation as realistic as we can.’ He slipped off his shorts and began to peel Nadia’s panties down her legs. The angle of her tied legs prevented them going further than her knees, but Drew didn’t care. Her desperate, love-starved pussy was only inches from his face and he took the opportunity to swivel around, so that he was inverted in relation to Nadia, and plunged his face into the depths of her sex.

  Nadia yelped, partly in protestation and partly from delight as Drew’s strong tongue pushed inside her. It took her a moment to realise but, in his new position, he was offering up a feast of his own. Nadia couldn’t catch the buoyant erection with her tied hands so she had to seek it out with her lips and, when she did, she was rewarded with a slow and deep lick from front to back.

  ‘Time to attempt a docking procedure, Miss Kasparova.’ Drew flipped around again and pressed against Nadia’s suspended body.

  ‘Permission granted, Captain Masters.’ Nadia giggled, wondering how she had survived this long without sex. Her thoughts were smothered as Drew dipped his mouth on to hers and delivered a deep kiss. She felt the tip of his cock probe the entrance to her sex and suddenly she felt like a virgin all over again.

  ‘I shouldn’t be doing this.’ She pulled away, overcome by a moment of guilt as she sensed her mind and body letting go.

  ‘Nonsense. It’s for the future of mankind. One small step and all that.’ Drew buried his face in Nadia’s neck and began to ease himself between the folds of her sex. Strapping her to the wall was the perfect solution. Indeed, she could be tied to the ceiling, the floor, a chair – it didn’t matter as long as she was a fixed target. H
e planned to try each position in turn and present his findings to Mission Control. Finally, he was fully engulfed by the warmth and wetness of Nadia’s pussy and as he settled into a rhythm, he wondered how he would last more than a dozen strokes.

  Nadia was helpless. She had never felt so out of control – both in body and mind – and loved her newfound freedom. As she felt her orgasm approach, she rocked her hips as much as she was able and delivered squeal after squeal as pleasure ripped through her body. Unable to contain himself as he was milked by Nadia’s detonation, Drew jettisoned deep inside her.

  ‘I am sorry for yelling so much.’ Nadia gasped and laughed and writhed within her straps as she caught her breath.

  ‘We’re in space,’ Drew said with a smirk. He held himself close to Nadia, unwilling to separate from her smooth skin. ‘No one can hear you.’

  Static and several beeps suddenly filled the laboratory and the chief controller’s voice came through loud and clear. ‘That’s not entirely true, Captain Masters. Mission Control here.’

  The shocked pair frantically looked around the lab at the five cameras and, to their horror, each had a red light above the lens, indicating that they were live. Nadia began to laugh.

  ‘Didn’t you cut communications earlier?’ Drew whispered.

  ‘I must have forgotten.’ Nadia was wide-eyed and a mischievous glint sparkled in the cool blue as the sun rose once again. ‘But at least they’ve got the results they need for EROSS.’

  Nadia then addressed the nearest camera and, still completely naked and tied spread-eagled to the bulkhead, she spoke to Mission Control. ‘You have caught us with our pants down, sir, and my back is against the wall –’ Nadia winked at Drew ‘– but it is all in the name of science. I am pleased to report that this particular reproductive position has been a success and we will be experimenting further over the coming days. My full report will follow but for now, suffice it to say that the world was out of this.’

  With that, Drew flicked off all the cameras and turned his attentions to Nadia again. ‘That’d be “out of this world”,’ he corrected and pulled himself level with her exposed pussy. ‘Better clean up the mess before it escapes.’ And he set to work.

  Maya Hess is the author of the Black Lace novels The Angels’ Share and Bright Fire. Her short stories have appeared in numerous Wicked Words collections.

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