Diamond pushed off the mirrored wall of the zero-G room with her toe and let her naked body float slowly into the center of the chamber. She loved the feeling of zero-G. She shook her head, and felt her hair flowing freely about her shoulders, back and abdomen. She looked at herself in the surrounding mirrors, admired the shiny jet-black color of her hair, and the braided purple strands that gave her the perfect quirky air. It took a lot to stand out on SpaceX, and she did everything she could to make sure she did. Perfect milk-white skin stretched taught over muscles that she worked hard to keep tone. It was no easy task to stay this fit in space, even in a station as large as SpaceX. Her attention turned to the dark points of skin at the tips of her perfectly augmented breasts, pierced with her trademark diamond-crusted hoops. Diamond was in love with her own breasts. She adored the way men could not help but look down at them when they talked to her. She ran her hands slowly over her rippled abdomen, and up to cup the fleshy mounds. They stood up perfectly in the lack of gravity. She twisted the ring inserted in the nipple of her right breast, and felt the spark of lust shoot from her chest to her groin. Her left hand immediately chased the feeling back down to the bulging rosebud of flesh there, with its own matching diamond stud.
She needed to find a man, and soon. She pictured the dark, muscular frame of the new space-aerobics instructor that had come in on the last shuttle to work in the fitness club.
She found his name, Tommy, on the newly-hired list in the weekly newsletter. At least that stupid gossip rag was good for something. Yes, she would definitely have to get a piece of that tight little Tommy soft place. Maybe she should find out what his last name was first. Or maybe not. She worked her personal place with her left index finger while her right hand continued to tease her nipples. Her body floated up into the middle of the 10 meter-tall chamber, as her supple body writhed and arched under her own teasing.
A light moan escaped her lips as she slipped one, then a two fingers between her teasing hot lips. Diamond stroked the sensitive area, the upper flesh just inside her cunt, with her first two fingers as her thumb ground into the pierced flesh of her aching personal place. Oh play, she moaned, as she imagined her hips pounding down on Tommys rock-hard length. Oh yes, play me. Her body twisted about in free-space as she fingered herself into a frenzy. Diamond was too far gone to notice the chamber door swing open. Oh god, play me, she wailed, as another woman slipped through the opening and silently closed the door behind herself.
She was tall and lean, with a silly mop of red hair that looked like she rarely bothered to comb it.
The intruder held onto the door handle, to keep her own body from floating up into the room.
She enjoyed Diamonds heated performance for a few moments before discretely clearing her throat. Sweety, if youre going to finger-play yourself into an uproar like that, you really should lock the door. Diamond continued to hump her hand, as she moaned out the final moments of her glorious orgasm. Eventually, as her gyrations and moans subsided, she graced her new visitor with a reply. Well, if youre done sitting down there watching, maybe you can come up here and finish me off, you smug little bitch. Rachel smiled up at Diamond. Rachel, the charming, attractive, perky Activities Director. No inter-stellar resort would be complete without somebody like Rachel to usher the ultra-rich clientele around. Rachel was one of the few people on SpaceX that Diamond truly liked. She treasured the younger womans company, both as a friend and occasionally as a lover. Mmm, cmon you skinny bitch, Diamond crooned. Get up here and give me a good toying. Sorry Diamond, youll have to take a rain-check.
Ross sent me down to find you, and tell you that theres a new popper on her way in. A popper.
It was SpaceX slang for a filthy-rich pregnant woman who had herself shuttled up to the station in order to pop out another screaming little brat in one of the zero-G chambers. Apparently somebody back on earth was selling the idea that it was healthier for babies to be pushed out into a low-gravity environment. And since Rachel was the chief physician on board the station, she was responsible for making each and every popper feel special. Well, I guess Id better get myself put together then. But Ill hold you to that rain-check, honey. Count on it. --------------- Howdy fellow readers and writers. If you enjoyed this silly story, you can keep up with Diamond and her pals in my blog. - funky |
