Mercury Rising - Sex Stories

Mercury Rising

... day, it was there in abundance. 'What can it possibly achieve?' Sweeping silver hair from his brow, Ben smiled his lovely smile. 'PR as much as anything. I know it should really be you, Syl, but your condition obviously prevents it.' 'But why you?' Ben shrugged. 'I want to go; it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Miss Martinez is dying to show me all you've achieved and has promised to take good care of me. Isn't that right, Alicia?' Before I could speak, Sylvia railed. 'Forever fucking showing off, aren't we, Alicia? Listen, Ben, it's too dangerous. We have a child on the way! It's what we've waited years for. You have responsibilities!' 'But...' 'No! No! I will hear no more of it!' 'I'm going, Syl. I'm going.' The planet turned beneath us as we, in turn, spun around it, though I knew, in the greater scheme of things, the relativity of the movements made very little difference; it was all the same whichever way you looked at it. But the thing was, we could look at it, could see Mercury for what it was: a tiny speck of rock hurtling through an endless void. Much of the station's precious energy goes towards maintaining a bearable ambient temperature. Cooling is a constant necessary process, the pump's hum a constant reminder of how fragile the flesh really is. The regulation grey underwear - all that station crews ever wear - barely concealed our mounting excitement. Of course we knew the blackout was imminent, knew exactly when it would kick in, and, of course, we did ...

... not waste a second. As soon as communications failed, we were naked, our hastily discarded garments engaging in a swirling comical coupling of their own. 'Fuck, it's beautiful.' Ben slid out and in, deliciously slowly, stretching my bowels with his rigid meat. My cheek and lips pressed against the porthole, smearing it with my sweat and fogging it with my moist panting breath. I grunted between his thrusts. 'I told you. Travel changes your perspective.' He sniffed a quiet laugh. 'Yeah.' To be weightlessly arse-fucked by Ben while beholding such stunning scenery was fantasy become reality. I grasped tightly to the handles seemingly specifically situated for our purpose, while Ben simply held onto me, filling his hands with my tits, with my flowing hair, and with my skinny waist. Again he entered me, then clung closely to my naked body. We gazed out through the glass, benign gods surveying all we ruled. I could tell he was close to tears. I whispered. 'Was the journey worth it? Do you see now?' 'Yes... I see.' Insignificance manifested in his hesitant voice and slowly-softening flesh. This was neither the reaction I intended nor expected. As he became barely able to stoke my arse, I fired him up, placed him once again at the burning centre of my universe. 'Hey! Let's do it, what I said we'd do! Quick, before you shoot it up there.' Though grinning, he swept away a tear. 'Alicia, you're a dirty fucker.' He rarely said my name, whereas I used his at every opportunity. 'So are you, ...