Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 18:31:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: astronaut-2

"G'morning Tadpole!"  Mark the station commander greets Sharon as she
darts into the Food Service Module, "What's this I heard about a
lawsuit?"  Sharon is easily the quickest-moving astronaut, massing only
30 kilos without legs, but with arms built by years in a wheelchair.
Nobody can remember who first said she moved like a tadpole, but the
name has stuck.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean for that to happen.  You remember when I
told that reporter from NPR that I wish I could stay here forever,
where no legs is an advantage instead of making me a cripple?  Well
some bunch of really rich women hired a law firm to get a court order
to compel NASA to let me stay in space as long as I want, 'on
humanitarian grounds'.  The lawyers were smart enough to know they
couldn't push around the U.S. government like that, so they went
straight to the international court in the Hague, because this is an
'international' space station, even if the U.S. pays for most of it."

Mark stares at Sharon in open envy.  "You mean you might get to just
stay in space forever?"  Embarrassed, Sharon simply shrugs.  The whole
court thing wasn't Her idea.  Mark covers the awkward moment by getting
on with business.  "This shift, you and Connie can get on with the F.I.
experiment."

"Yes Boss!"  Sharon has been looking forward to this task for the last
three days, ever since Connie Akima arrived.  Connie is Japanese, and
assigned to a series of experiments dreamed up by companies like Sony
and Mitsubishi.  With her slim body and long blue-black hair, Sharon
thinks she is sexy.  Since Sharon's first day on the station she has
acquired an enthusiastic liking for lesbian sex, but Connie seems so
reserved and proper that since her arrival things have been subdued in
the women's quarters.  Sharon intends to change that.

"Actually," Mark says, "I think she's already at the VF area, getting
things ready."  It is still 20 minutes until the beginning of shift,
but Sharon grabs a couple of gooey granola bars and rockets out.

The VF (vibration-free) area is a small module connected to the rest of
the Station by an advanced shock-absorbing lock.  The hatch is standing
open as Sharon arrives and peers inside the small space packed with
electronics.  She is staring straight into the crotch of the pale green
pajama-like trousers worn by Connie.  "Ready for lock-out?" Sharon
calls inside.

"Yup, go ahead and lock us up!" comes Connie's voice, so Sharon propels
herself inside then secures both the station-side door and the VF door,
cutting them off from the rest of the station for the next several
hours.

The experiment calls for Connie to continuously observe the formation
of a ferric-iodide crystal in free fall for a period of hours, using
magnetic controls to keep it from ever touching the walls of the small
containment chamber.  She will therefore always be looking into the
binocular eye-pieces of a microscope, while Sharon does everything else
that is required, which will be mostly changing the cassettes in the
VCR's that will record the process.  Sharon is in for a long period of
boredom, except that she has something in mind to make things more
interesting.

"Ready to start?"  Connie asks.

"Whenever you are."

Connie puts her eyes to the microscope and fastens a small strap around
her head to help hold her eyes in place.  "Fire!" she whispers, and
watches as a laser stabs across her field of vision to vaporize a block
of ferric iodide.  She knows that in moments several crystals will
begin to appear, and she will have to pick one to be followed for the
next hours of its growth.  After a few minutes, she selects a crystal
that is both near the middle of the chamber, and also a bit bigger than
the others.  She settles down to the long task of keeping it centered
in the middle of the weightless chamber.

"The cameras have your crystal, and in focus."  Sharon reports.  She
watches the small video monitors for a few minutes, but watching a
crystal grow is a lot like watching paint dry; and her attention
wanders.  Specifically it wanders along the lithe length of Connie's
enticing body.  She smiles.  Connie would never screw up this
experiment by letting the crystal drift, so she is effectively a
prisoner of the experiment, helpless to resist Sharon's plan.

Quickly Sharon slides out of the dark blue pocket-covered shapeless bag
that is her onboard uniform.  Her bra-less pink nipples jut out 2cm, in
excitement at the prospect of rubbing themselves all over Connie's
smooth skin.   She secures the bag to one of the ubiquitous Velcro
strips that line much of the stations walls, making sure that the extra
gear she has brought is still accessible.

The positioning of Connie's microscope compels the rest of her body to
float almost in the center of the small chamber, allowing Sharon easy
access to any part of her except her face at the eye-pieces, and her
hands at the controls. Connie can't see Sharon's conspiratorial smile
as she pulls a small jar from one of her pockets and opens it.  She
then floats over so that her face is only inches from Connie's chest.
But Connie does feel the sudden very slight tugging against her shirt.
"Sharon, what are you doing?"

"Ssssh, just arranging to make this little experiment a little more fun
for you."  Sharon purrs back as she pulls down the zipper of Connie's
shirt, which soon opens and the sides drift free.  Sharon takes a
moment to admire the 5cm brown nipples that dominate the Japanese
girl's small breasts.  She reaches to grip both the jar and the edge of
a nearby shelf in her right hand, and that is enough to steady her.
Her left middle finger dips into the jar, then moves back to make
little circles around her victim's right nipple.

"What's that?!"  Connie gasps.

"Strawberry jam."  Sharon replies softly.  "Don't worry.  I promise to
lick it all up."  Connie tries to protest, but Sharon silences her,
"You just play ping-pong with your crystal.  I've set a timer for five
minutes before the tapes need to be changed, and I promise to stop
then."  Sharon sets to work in earnest, smearing jam up and down the
girl's belly and all around her breasts, then carefully fulfilling her
promise to lick it up.

"Ohh," Connie moans, "Ohhhh!  Please don't tease me.  Suck my nipples.
Suck them hard!"  Sharon is only too happy to oblige.  She alternates
swirling her tongue around and around Connie's hard nipples, and giving
them quick little bites while she played with the other one.  Connie is
shaking so much she is beginning to have difficulty with the controls
of the experiment.  She feels as though she is going to cum at any
moment, but at that moment Sharon's timer chimes, and she stops.

Connie moans in frustration as Sharon carefully changes the cassettes
in the 3 VCRs that were recording the experiment, then equally
carefully labels and stores them.  "Get back here!  Suck my nipples
some more!  Please!"

But Sharon has other ideas.  She reaches out and oh-so-delicately
loosens the draw-string of her fellow astronaut's pants, then holds
onto the VCR shelf to steady herself as with the other hand she tugs
them down the girl's slim legs.  The unmistakable aroma of pure
feminine sex is released into the small space of the lab, and a
slowly-growing stain of fluid is apparent on Connie's light cotton
panties.  Connie spreads her legs wide, to reduce her tendency to
rotate in free-fall, and Sharon glides between them until she is facing
Connie's slim little ass, then she reaches to touch lightly stroke the
girl's crotch through her wet panties.

"Ohh!" Connie shrieks, and her eyes close momentarily.

"Don't lose track of that crystal!" Sharon warns, knowing that she
would be driving her friend totally crazy.  And she is right.  Connie
has to hold her upper body absolutely rigid in order to maintain
control of the experiment, while Sharon massages her pussy.   "Now put
your legs together for a moment while I get these off you." Sharon
croons, and Connie obeys.

It takes skill to remove another girl's panties while floating in free
fall, because pulling on them just tends to draw you into the other
girl's crotch; but Sharon is a natural at space operations, and she has
them off in just a few seconds.  Instinctively, Connie spreads her legs
again for stability, which suits Sharon just fine.

With the smoothness of a shark sliding through the ocean, Sharon drifts
toward the crack of Connie's ass, and lets her impact drive her tongue
firmly into the other girl's anus.  Only then does she steady herself
by wrapping both arms around Connie's hips.  She reaches around
Connie's thighs and begins to play with the girl's pussy lips, while
she proceeds to set a new record for going 'round the world in space.
The feeling of Sharon's soft tongue swirling round and round her
ass-hole drives Connie to new heights of ecstasy.

Connie watches as a second crystal seems to be drifting toward the
larger one she is tracking.  It looks to her like a sperm approaching
an egg with intent to fertilize.  "No you don't, you little bastard!"
she seethes as she manipulates the magnetic controls to keep her
crystal from being impregnated.

Connie feels a yawning void in her pussy as Sharon's fingers part her
inner labia, opening her vagina to the emptiness of space.  Meanwhile,
Sharon looks up quizzically, wondering who her lover is calling a
little bastard.  "Lick me!" Connie commands.  "Fill my pussy with your
face!  Make me cum!"

With the grace of a ballet dancer Sharon ducks between her friend's
legs and spins to face the sparse dark hair of her pussy.  Obedient to
the order from the experiment leader, Sharon reaches around to grab the
hard globes of Connie's ass, and pulls her face hard into the open gash
of Connie's crater.

Like a meteor plunging into the moon's surface, Sharon's tongue creates
an instant explosion.  Connie erupts in a gush of cunt-cream, and if it
were not for Sharon's ready open mouth, it would take hours to clean
the atmosphere of the lab of floating gobs of feminine fluids.
Connie's back arches for several seconds as she struggles to keep
control of both herself and her experiment, then finally relaxes,
totally spent, hanging in space.

Sharon is licking up the remains of Connie's orgasm as the timer chimes
again.  The planned duration of the experiment is now half over.