0 comments/ 23701 views/ 1 favorites Blue Heat By: ninja-mon Chapter One "Three King Ten....." the radio crackled, on a relatively boring night. Sgt. Rick Thorn picked up the mike, and spoke back to the dispatcher, "Ten, go agead." "1345 Euclid, Apartment 1C, see the woman, possible prowler." "Damn!" Rick swore to himself. Fourty-five minutes to end-of-watch, and she gives me a prowler call! "Ten, clear," Rick responded. As he made a U-turn to go to respond to the call, he was fuming. He WAS a sergeant, after all, the supervisor of the shift, and he shouldn't have to handle trivial calls like this one. He had twelve beat cars working for him, and one of them should have been given this call! As he drove, Rick hit a button on his mobile computer, and checked to see what his troops were doing. He quickly saw that they were all busy, doing police work. He should have known. Kathy was a very good dispatcher, (among other things she was good at!) and she wouldn't have given him this call unless it was really necessary. It was about three miles to the call, and as his cruiser made it's way down the deserted streets, Rick considered his current plight. Thirty-four years old, married to a beautiful, very sexy woman, a career he truly loved, and he was in line for a promotion to lieutenant. Two kids, eighteen year-old twins ( a boy and a girl), but something was.... missing. That was obvious by the number of affairs he'd been involved in over the past few years - actually, nearly all of his married life. According to the secret list Rick kept, he'd had sex with two hundred and twenty-six different wpomen! Sure, most of them were one-night stands, but still - why? His wife Lori, also thirty-four, was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair, cute face, and a body to die for. But, without a doubt, her best feature was her long, perfectly-shaped legs. She'd gotten pregnant at seventeen, and they got married. Back then, that was what you did in that situation. Their marriage was pretty good for the most part. Lori was really good in the rack, but even so, soon after they were married, Rick started straying. He justified it by the fact that Lori had been his only lover. They were child-hood sweethearts, and had started having sex in the ninth grade, so he didn't have a chance to play the field. His new job with the police department immediately started providing him with opportunities to stray, and he resisted the temptation - for a time. But it wasn't long.... Before he had a chance to ponder that, he found himself on the street of of the prowler call. "Three King Ten, on the scene," he spoke into the radio mike. "Three King Ten, twenty-three thirteen," Kathy responded back with the correct time. He killed the lights before he got to the address, and parked on the street a couple of doors down. He got out and locked the door, heading for the building. It was a two-story, four units on each floor. He guessed that One-C was to the rear of the first floor, so he went toward the back. As he got behind the building, he saw that there were tall shrubs close to the building, and there were lots of windows with light shining out. There was also a wooded area behind the small yard, no buildings to the rear. "Perfect for Peeping Toms," Rick thought. He got up to the building, and using his flashlight, noticed several cigarette butts on the ground below the window. He shined his light up to the wall of the building, and saw what was obviously semen running down the boards. For the first time, Rick looked through the window. It was the bedroom, very nicely furnished, and well-lit. The mini-blinds were down but open. Suddenly, a woman walked into the room from a hallway, and Rick quickly turned his light out. He was seeing what had been the object of the Peeping Tom's lustful desire. She was very good looking; about twenty-five, tall, blond, a little on the thin side, and still dressed in work clothes. A short skirted business suit, sheer, dark nylons, and spiky high heels. As Rick turned to go back out front, she caught his eye again by taking her jacket off and laying it on the bed. It was quickly followed by her white blouse and then her skirt and slip. She now stood in front of Rick in her bra, sheer pantyhose and heels. Nothing else. Not even panties under her sheer-to-waist nylons! Then, she reached behind her back in the way that only women can, and unsnapped her bra. It joined the rest of the clothes on the bed, and Rick was treated to an unobstructed view of her very fine breasts. She sat on the bed, but before she could get her pantyhose off, Rick made his way to the front door and knocked. When she answered, Rick saw that she'd put a short robe on, but still had her nylons on. "Hi," Rick greeted her. "I'm Sergeant Rick Thorn, Fairwoods Police Department. Did you call about a prowler?" "Yes, I did," she answered. "Please, come in." Rick followed her in, placing his clipboard in front of the bulge in his uniform pants. She directed him to the sofa, and he sat down at one end. She took a seat at the other end, immediately crossing her legs with a distinct "hiss" from her nylons. Her short robe parted at the bottom, exposing her sleekly nyloned thigh, and she did nothing to cover it up. "Your name, please," Rick prompted. "Nancy Donovan," she answered. "Why don't you tell me why you called, Ms. Donovan." She took a deep breath, and started in. "Well, I got home from work about an hour ago, and, I started to change clothes." "Go on... " Rick chided. "Well.... this is so hard... " she hesitated. "Look, Nancy, can I call you Nancy?" She nodded. Rick went on, "Well, anyway, you're not gonna say anything that I haven't heard before, so just go on and tell me what happened." "Okay. When I started to change clothes, I got this feeling.... that someone was watching me. Have you ever felt that way?" she asked. Rick nodded his assent. "Anyway, I had my skirt up around my waist, and started to slide my pantyhose down, when I felt this... presence." Go on," Rick pressed. "I looked toward the window, and I thought I saw movement, and I got scared. So, I pulled my skirt down, and came in here, and called 911." "Rick wanted more details. "Have you ever gotten this feeling - that someone was watching you - before?" "Well, now that you mention it, I have. A few times. Always when I'm dressing or undressing." Rick broke the news to the frightened, sexy woman. "Well, Nancy, when I got here, I checked the rear of the building before I contacted you." Rick forged on. "Someone HAS been watching you. I found a lot of cigarette butts outside your bedroom window. With your blind open, you can see right inside." "Oh, my!" Nancy shreaked. "I had no idea. Who would do such a thing?" "There's lots of men that like to watch, Nancy. Sometimes, they even get off while watching." She looked perplexed. "Get off?" Rick decided to be blunt. "They masturbate, Nancy. As a matter of fact, there was evidence of semen on the wall below your window, so it's pretty obvious that your Peeping Tom jacked off while watching you." Rick noticed a tremble go over Nancy, and goose-bumps raise up on her arms. "I can't believe men would do that," she stammered, but it was very obvious that she found the thought of someone pleasuring himself while watching her, exciting to say the least. "Well," Rick offered, "Why don't I do a security check of your apartment while I'm here, okay?" "Hey, that would be great!" she answered, and they both stood up. Rick's boner was still obvious, so his clipboard stayed in front of him. They started in the bedroom, and Rick went to the window. "These blinds offer a perfect view into your bedroom when they're not closed, Nancy." He opened the window. "Look out here." He held his light out the window as she bent over and looked out. She saw the cigarette butts on the ground, and the steams of semen - some old, and some very fresh - on the wall. "It looks like he's been here a few times, " she observed. "Yes, he probably has," Rick agreed. While she looked out in the bent-over position, Rick took the opportunity to check her out more closely. He bent over as well, his line of sight starting at her spiked heels, and moving up, sexy nylon-clad ankles, calves, thighs, and bending over to see more, her sweet ass. "Hey, Rick, can I call you that?" she asked as she stood up, pulling herself back into the room. "Sure, Nancy," Rick responded. "Well Rick, when you were outside, checking the back, did you look in my window?" An alarm immediately sounded in his head, but just as quickly, he dismissed it. "Sure, Nancy, I had to check everything out." "Well, what did you see... you know, when you were.... checking it out?" "I saw the inside of your bedroom, Nancy, that's all." "Oh," she answered. "Then, you didn't... see me?" Rick didn't answer right away, but his face turned beet red. "C'mon, Rick. Tell me what you saw," she said, her lips turning up in a slight smile. "Exactly.... what you saw." Rick sensed the challenge, and responded. "Well Nancy, I saw you come into the room, look into the mirror. I thought you were very attractive - beautiful, in fact. Then, you took your jacket off, your blouse, skirt, slip, bra....." "You kept on watching, Rick?" she asked. "Yes. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I hoped you'd leave your nylons and heels on - I really love a woman dressed in them - and when you sat on the bed to take them off, I raced around and knocked, so you'd still have them on.... " They were both silent for a minute. Then, "Wow!" was all she said. Her nipples were very prominent poking out in her silk robe. She walked over to where she stood in front of Rick. Slowly, she opened the sash of her robe, and it slid to the floor. She reached out and took Rick's clipboard and threw it to the bed. Then, her hands went directly to his zipper, and slid it down it's track. Her hands then went inside and freed his rock-hard manhood. All nine inches of it stood proudly at attention. She looked down at it, measuring it with her eyes - and hands. Then, she backed up, pulling him with her by his dick, until she was next to the bed, and sat back. He stood in front of her, between her sleekly nyloned thighs, and she leaned forward to take him in her mouth. He knew it would be quick, so he just held her head in place, just kind of fucking her mouth. She stroked the shaft as she sucked on the head, her tongue probing every detail. Just to make sure, he whispered, "Nancy, don't let any get on my uniform... " He needn't have worried. "Oh, don't you worry, Sergeant Thorn, I won't miss a single drop!" and her mouth returned to it's job - cum recepticle. He felt his orgasm approach, and looked down at the beautiful woman before him. Her mouth full of as much of his cock as she could manage, her hands stroking the rest. Her legs, clad in the sheerest pantyhose he'd ever felt, and.... that was it. She moaned loudly as stream after stream of his hot seed poured into her mouth. She swallowed three times to get it all, and when she was sure she had, with a smug look on her face, she stood and kissed him deeply. The kissed a few more times, and he looked at his watch - he had to get out of there!!! "Look, Nancy, I gotta get to the station..." "Okay, Rick, but remember - you owe me one!" He made his way to the cruiser, and headed in. "Two hundred and twenty-seven...." he thought to himself.... Blue Heat Ch. 02 As he drove back to the station, Rick's thoughts returned to his most recent conquest. It had really been easy, and he wondered if Nancy Donovan hadn't actually seduced him, instead of the other way around. Could it really have been a coincidence, looking into her bedroom window and seeing her undress? Hmmmm... two hundred twenty-seven.... His mind travelled back in time, nearly seventeen years, to the first time he strayed. He'd been well-satisfied with his wife, but she was pregnant with twins, and her sexual drive was nearly non-existent. One of the guys at the station house had been bragging about getting a blow job while on a traffic stop, and Rick was horny... and jealous of the lucky guy. It had started with a simple question. "Rick, will you teach me how to give head....?" Actually, it had started with a phone call at the start of his afternoon shift. The phone in the Ready Room rang, and a guy called to Rick, telling him that the call was for him. "Officer Thorn," he said into the receiver. "Rick, it's Kellie." It was his wife's older sister. "Hey, Kel, what's up?" he asked. "If you have time, could you stop by? I need to talk to you about something." she said. She and her husband Andy lived in his beat, so it wouldn't be a problem. "Okay, Kel. There's nothing holding right now, so I'll try to stop over right away." "Thanks, Rick, see you then," she responded. Rick checked his vehicle out and stowed his gear. Then, he drove the short distance to his sister's house, wondering what she wanted to talk to him about. He pulled into the driveway and got out, turning his portable radio on to monitor his calls. He knocked twice as he walked through the kitchen door, and called out. "Kellie?" "In here, Rick," she said, and he headed for the family room. He found her sitting in a recliner, and she looked fantastic. She was tall and slim, with long, ashe blonde hair. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Today, she had on a thin summer dress that buttoned up the front. It's hem was at mid-thigh, allowing him a good view of her sheer nylons and very sexy stiletto sandals. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and spread at the knees four or five inches. As he took a seat on the sofa across from her, he could see part-way up her dress. She had on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose, and he could see up to where the clips attached to the expanded tops of her nylons. "What's up, Kellie?" he asked, trying not to be obvious about checking out her sexy legs. "Oh, Rick, this is so embarrassing... " "Come on, out with it," he prompted. "Well... Andy and I are having... problems. Sexual problems." She looked away from him. "Kel, maybe you should be talking to your sister about this... " Rick said, trying to wiggle out of the conversation. "Actually, I already have," she said, surprising him. "We were talking about... sex things... actually about giving... blow jobs." Rick was taken aback by that one! "I told her that Andy didn't like it when I gave him... head." Rick sat there, stunned and speechless. "Anyway, she told me that you... taught her how to do it.... you know.... suck your dick." Finally, Rick found his voice. "Kellie, that was a long time ago, and we were getting married, and..." Kellie interrupted him, and as she shifted the recliner to the upright position, his eyes were again drawn to her legs as they spread. He could see all the way up her dress, past her stocking tops, past the straps of her garter belt, to where her panties should have been - but weren't. "Rick, please, teach me how to give a good blow job!" There it was. Just like that. Rick's first impulse was to run. As he stood up to head for the door, he spoke to her. "Kellie, talk to somebody else about... " She blocked his escape by standing up in front of him. Then, without a word, she started unbuttoning her dress. Rick stood there, transfixed. One button, then another, then another, until finally her dress was completely open. She shrugged her shoulders, and it pooled at her feet. Naked except for her spiky high heels, sheer, dark stockings, their tops fully expanded and clipped to a lacy black garter belt that framed her pubic hair. That was it. No bra. Her hard nipples poked out at him invitingly. "Come on, Rick. Let me suck your cock. Teach me how. Please?" Then, before he could make up his mind, she slid to her knees in front of him, and unzipped his pants. His cock poked out at her face, it's head already dripping pre-cum. "Wow, Rick, I didn't know they made them this big!" she said. She took hold of it with both hands, and stroked it as she looked up at him. Then, she opened her mouth and her tongue slid out, tickling, and then licking the head, lapping up the clear fluid she found there. "Ummmmm, Rick, tell me what to do... ' He backed up slightly to the couch and sat down, spreading his knees as far as they would go. Kellie still had hold of his dick, and now she took the head in her mouth. "That's good, Kel," Rick finally whispered. "Use your tongue, lick the head, especially the hole at the end.... " Kellie's eyes were nearly closed as she fellated her brother. She moaned loudly each time it leaked fluid onto her tongue. "Ummmmmm, Rick..." "Okay, now stroke the shaft, but keep the head in your mouth. That's it.... Now, take more of it in your mouth... " She plunged her mouth down, taking him deeper. Nearly half of his nine inches was buried in her mouth now. Her head bounced up and down in his lap, and he knew he would cum soon. "Kellie, sit up here next to me... " His dick plopped from her mouth, but she held onto it with her hands. She sat next to him and he kissed her hard. He could taste himself on her tongue as she probed his mouth, and for the first time, he was able to touch her nylon-clad legs. The experience was electric in nature. These were the sheerest nylons he'd ever felt, and he'd felt a lot of them. After learning of his love for them, his wife had accumulated quite a collection of stockings, garter belts and sheer-to-waist pantyhose. "Yeah, Rick, I know all about what you like your women to wear.... " Obviously, his wife had a big mouth! Before he could comment, Kellie's mouth returned to his cock, and resumed sucking. One of his hands caressed her nyloned thigh, and the other the back of his sister's head. "Now, Kel, when I cum, don't let any get on my uniform.... " She quickly responded, "Don't worry Rick, I'll swallow it all so it doesn't..." "Yeah, Kel, keep sucking... stroke the shaft... yeah... that's great... you're doing great... faster now... " His urging had the desired effect. She now had her lips locked around the crown of his cock head, her tongue moved quickly over every part of it she could get to, and her right hand pistoned on the shaft. Her other hand cradled his balls, rubbing them gently. His hands continued to stroke her stockings, running from her knee to her pussy.... "Okay, Kel, here it comes....!" "Ummmmm, Rick, give it to me! Pump my mouth full!" The first spurt was handled easily, but the second one nearly choked her. She kept stroking him, and her tongue, which she put right at the tip of his cock, felt every spurt of his cream as it poured into her mouth. Finally, he was done. Kellie continued to suck softly on his cock as it softened in her mouth. Then, reluctantly, she released it and looked up at Rick. "Well, how'd I do?" she asked coyly. A drop of his cum was still on the corner of her mouth. "Kellie," he mumbled. "If Andy doesn't like that, then he's too messed up for you. Dump him!" "Oh, no, I could never do that," Kellie said as she put her head on his chest. "But, I'll try these new things on him.... tonight. Rick?" "Hmmm?" he answered. "Do you think you could... teach me how to... fuck?" Blue Heaven 1. See the solar system. 2. Earn money for college. 3. Work in a fun environment. Yeah right," Walker fumed thinking of his "to do list" as he brought Booth 4 their waters and put his smile back on for the elderly couple as he took their order. Walker worked at the "Branding Iron", a specialty restaurant that featured beef raised on Earth so it was very pricey and not included in most cruise fares. The free meal Walker got at the end of his shift was the only thing good happening to him since he shipped out on the "Vera Gemini". Walker was third generation Martian, his Great Grand Parents had been among the second wave of "Earthers" to colonize the planet over a century ago. Even after 100 years of "terra forming" Mars was still a harsh place to live. Walker's Dad and brothers worked in mining and made decent livings and accepted the harsh life. But not Walker. All his life he dreamed about Earth, the wonders of that blue planet. Imagine swimming in a lake of fresh water, the warm sun and wildlife. Animals were Walker's passion and at an early age announced to his amused parents he was going to Earth to become a veterinarian. Taking his education as far as he could on Mars, Walker needed to get to Earth to get his degree. When Red Sands Cruise Lines held a job fair offering employment and a generous scholarship program, Walker signed up on the spot. Now a few weeks into his 18 month contract, he wondered if he had made the right choice. His boss at the "Branding Iron" was an insufferable Prick, and as for the claim of a "fun work environment" that remained to be seen. The crew and staff of the Vera Gemini numbered around 500 and had its own social hierarchy. "On top of course is the Captain and his staff of pilots and ship engineers. Next comes the entertainment staff, then us, the service staff. We feed and clean up after the passengers." Walker recalled his roommate Artie telling him. Artie was a laid back "Earther" on his 2nd contract with the cruise line. Artie was a "bubble dancer," a dishwasher, at the main dining room. He also worked room service detail from time to time. His shift over, Walker just wanted to study a bit then sleep. As he approached his cabin he saw the smiley face disk on the door, meaning Artie had female company. A signal they had agreed upon when they had first met. "That's just fucking great!" Walker's head sunk against the door. Walker took a walk to the upper observation deck and found a seat. Guests milled about in wonder as the planet Jupiter loomed dead ahead. Screens ran down the time till the great ship orbited the red giant, the 1st stop on the cruise. After a while, he returned to his room only to see Artie was still going at it. A thoroughly dejected Walker decided he needed a drink. He made his way to the Employee lounge and Recreation area a few decks down. The employee lounge was crowded, service staff mostly from the looks of the uniforms they wore. Not spotting anybody he knew he found a stool and ordered a beer. A large screen showed a football game from Earth with the sound turned off. Walker sipped his beer and tried to watch. He liked football but his sad state of mind kept him from enjoying it. Walker ordered another beer and opened his Com. Device, logged on to the ship system and checked for messages, nothing. Homesick he ran the last message his family had sent him. With the sound muted he smiled as the video ran. It showed his Dad in the den with his brother talking shop no doubt. They were waving. His Grandmother was in the kitchen... "Hey Bartender, I Need a beer!" A woman standing next to him yelled. She set her bag on the bar. "You want a beer." The Bartender corrected her, "I don't serve drunks," the barkeep grinned at her. She was pretty and she bobbed her tongue out at him. They obviously knew each other. He served her drink and moved on to another customer. "Branding Iron eh?" Walker looked up realizing she was talking to him. "Yeah," Walker nodded. "Not a bad place to work, better then the main dining hall, though I hear that Blaine guy, the Manager, Is a total A-hole," the woman said with genuine friendliness. "You got that right." Walker smiled in agreement. "Walker your first name?" Pointing to his work name tag. He shook his head. "Jared," he offered his hand. "Natasha. Nice to meet you Jared Walker." Over another beer, Walker learned that Natasha worked on the Spa deck, leading aerobic classes and was a massage therapist. Her goal was to live on Earth also. Her parents were Scientists and had raised her on one research Station after another. Natasha had never taken in a breath of real air. She was a true child of space. As they chatted, Walker could not help but notice how pretty Natasha was. She had shoulder length raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She was wearing a T-shirt bearing the company logo and her uniform white pants. When she excused herself to use the ladies room, Walker watched her walk away liking what he saw, a firm ass and toned legs. As Natasha entered the bathroom two women filed in behind her. One wore the uniform of the "Branding Iron." "So?" "Well, his name is Jared" "I told you, and?" "He is not a farmer, he's studying to become a vet" "Impressive." "I told you, Mandy, my friend in Admin read his file. Is he nice?" "Yes, and a body to die for. Tall, dark, athletic, one of those strong silent types" Giggles filled the room. "You taking him to work?" "And my bed, if I have my way!" More giggles. Checking her makeup in the mirror, Natasha mused, "Yes, he is nice and obviously already on the female radar." Satisfied everything looked as it should, she walked back out to join her new friend Jared. A few pool games and dances later, Natasha and Jared found themselves in a back booth sharing their hopes and plans for a life on Earth. Natasha suddenly grabbed Jared's hand with a gleam in her eye, "Hey Jared, want to see something really cool?" Natasha smiled. "Sure, what do have in mind?" Jared asked "Follow me." Natasha led him out of the bar to a service elevator. They got off on a deck that was new to Jared. "Where are we?" Walker asked. "The Fitness and Health deck. Sick bay is at the other end," she pointed as they walked. Using her access card, she opened a staff only door and led him down a humming corridor. Opening another door, they were by the service desk manned by a dozing employee. "Hey Marv, where is everybody?" Natasha asked as she went behind the counter and used Marv's keyboard. "Playing cards in Room 6. It's like a tomb up here." Marv yawned. "Well, we're going to get some rays in Room 9. Run the Jamaica program for me" "No problem, have fun," Marv yawned and set up the room. "Have you been burning the candle at both ends again?" Natasha teased him. Marv looked at her sheepishly, "She was just too beautiful to resist," "They are all too beautiful for you to resist." Natasha rolled her eyes. "True, so many, so little time," he grinned back wickedly. Natasha grinned back at him and shook her head in a "lost cause" way as she and Jared walked off down a maze of corridors. Standing in front of Door 9, Natasha told Jared to close his eyes. Holding her hand, Walker heard the sliding door hiss open and close behind them after Natasha guided him through. The air was warm and humid and had an odd smell. There was other unfamiliar sounds. "Okay, open your eyes," Natasha whispered Walker opened his eyes. He squinted at first and as his eyes adjusted his jaw dropped. He was standing on a wooden deck looking out at beach. The waves were lapping at the shore, a blazing sun shone down casting a shadow of the couple and a breeze of warm balmy air engulfed them. As he took it all in, he became dizzy at the detail. Sea birds flew overhead and the palm trees swayed in the breeze. It was the blue planet, he had always dreamed off. "It's disorienting at first but you will get used to it." Natasha assured him, handing him a pair of sunglasses. "What's real and what's not?" Jared asked as he felt for the deck rail. "This deck and little Tiki bar and the changing rooms are real but the rest is just a hologram image. The sun and atmosphere are set to Earth intensity. Pretty impressive eh?" Natasha leaned in to Walker. "Amazing and just what I need right now." Walker answered awed by it all. He put his arm around her shoulder. "Thank you for bringing me here." Amazing was an understatement, Walker thought as he took it all in. He knew it was simulation but he let that thought go and gazed in silence. Natasha let him be for a minute, recalling her first time. "Hey Jared." She finally said. "Let's get into the proper attire, there are shorts in the male changing room. Last one back buys the beer," Natasha ran off, getting her bikini out of her bag as she darted for the changing room. "Beer too?" Walker ran after her. He was liking this room more and more. "This is Red Sands. 1. See the solar system. 2 Earn money for college and 3. Work in a fun environment!" Natasha cheekily yelled as she closed the door. Stepping into the changing room was a shock. Gone was the tropic deck and the reality of where he really was, hit him like a slap on the face. He was back on the ship where everything was built with efficiency and space in mind, so clinical, so sterile. Walker disliked it, and quickly changed. Opening the door, he saw that he had lost! Natasha was leaning against the small bamboo bar with two cold beers on the counter. She was wearing a simple black Bikini and Sunglasses. She was stunning and Walker was definitely interested in her. "1. Relax. 2. Don't fuck this up, you just met her 3 hours ago. 3. She's gorgeous." Walker thought as he approached her. Natasha sighed when she admired him returning. He was an attractive man. They sat at small table overlooking the beach and Natasha advanced the sun a few hours giving them more shade with a small remote she had in her hand. Sitting side by side, they drank and laughed as Jared told her tales of growing up on Mars and his Boss Blaine. His stories were tinged with all the funny episodes. With Natasha begging him to stop, holding her sides, Walker turned to face her and said, "Natasha, you're a life saver. I was so bummed out about my situation, then you show me this." Walker held up his hands and laughed. "Aww Jared, it happens to everybody when they first sign on. It gets better, I promise." Natasha smiled and moved her head in a little closer. "Promise?" Walker asked. "Promise." Their eyes suddenly locked and the attraction between them simmered. Unable to resist, Natasha kissed Jared for the first time. Jared folded his arms round her and kissed her back, cradling her head and deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into her open mouth. She tasted and smelt wonderful. Natasha eventually broke the kiss and murmured, "Wow." He was as good as he looked. Jared smiled down at her and gently kissed her lower lip. "You are beautiful" he whispered. Natasha enjoyed his attention and whispered to him, "Want to try something really, really cool?" Walker nodded, now nibbling her neck. "What could possibly be cooler then this?" Jared wondered with growing excitement. Natasha reached over Jared for the remote and spoke, "You'll see," she answered him and raised her voice to speak into the device, "Hey Marv?" "YES?" Marv's voice boomed very God-like in the sky and over the surf, followed by a massive thunder clap. It startled Jared at first. Natasha rolled her eyes, "We're going to play with the program from in here so pay us no mind." "Well make sure you put it back together like you found it, and don't wake me again!" The voice boomed even louder. "Ok here we go," Natasha said. The world around them froze as a virtual key board appeared horizontally in front of Natasha. One by one she swiped her fingers on it and shut down various programs. It was almost horrible to witness, Walker thought as he watched his beach disappear. In 30 seconds it was all gone. What remained was the wooden deck looking out at a cavernous rectangular room glowing in a blue-ish aura. "Want to try an air swim." Natasha raised her eyebrows, "Ever tried it before?" Walker knew immediately what she was referring to. Zero Gravity. "Only on the flight up from Mars and that life boat drill we did in Orientation." He answered intrigued. Natasha pressed the final button on the keyboard. "Step carefully," Natasha warned Jared. "We are in zero gravity now." She giggled when he stepped in close to her. The movement of stepping and pushing one foot on the floor to propel himself forward caused Jared to float and crash gently into her. His lips met hers and he embraced her. The collision into her caused her to take off but just as they did, she pushed up with her feet. They were weightless with no outside forces to keep them grounded. The couple rose gently, levitating up and diagonal. They were flying without wings. It was unique and such an unusual experience. Jared held her fast and kissed her and as they floated, they spun round gently in an anti-clockwise direction. His hands began to explore her body, stroking her skin and making her moan. She responded by fanning her hands across his bare back, scratching him lightly and pressing her groin to his. Of course every little thrust or subtle movement caused their weightless bodies to change direction until eventually they thudded into a wall or ceiling. They gently ricocheted off and floated to the next wall or ceiling or floor. "It's like playing pinball, with us as the balls," Jared whispered as he nibbled her ear seductively. Natasha just groaned in response and gently pushed them off the floor again and up into the air. She devilishly pushed her groin into him and thrust her chest up. The result was amazing. They rolled over, first upright, then horizontal, then upside down until they had done a full circle and repeated over and over. All the time, both of them explored each other's bodies and removed items of clothing that just floated in the air by them. Jared's trunks, their sun glasses and Natasha's two piece were just suspended in the air by themselves, moving slowly with any air currents that caught them. Naked now, Jared caressed Natasha's big breasts, amused that they elevated and swung around in the zero gravity. He pushed her body up so he could suckle her and teased her nipples with his tongue and palmed her soft orbs. He found he had to be careful, otherwise he could easily push her away from him and contact would be lost. Natasha felt the same and wrapped her legs round his waist. She suddenly bumped her head on the ceiling and she pushed them off again, only for Jared to swing his leg over her chest and suddenly bury his head into the shaved hairless pussy. They floated unsteadily in the 69 position slowly descending to the floor. She groaned as she felt his amazing tongue taste and explore her for the first time and reached for his erection. She licked his length, teasing him and then took him all in her mouth, pushing her lips over his knob and continuing down to his balls. His crown pressed on the soft tissue of her throat and she salivated all over him. She moved up and down and began to head fuck him in a steady rhythm, only faltering when Jared's tongue caused her to lose concentration in his own intimate exploration of her. Natasha groaned on his cock as she felt his tongue and fingers part her crevice, flushing her pleasure and coating him with her scent. He dragged his tongue over her sex and kissed and sucked her bare pubis mons, her lips and inner flesh. She was so wet and excited by his touch. She groaned again as he began fingering her pussy and playing with her clitoris. She was so turned on. Jared loved her mouth surrounding his cock and thrust in and out of her mouth. He buried his nose and mouth into her soft puffy intimate lips. He knew he would have to take her soon. He felt the lusty beast inside him, beginning to unleash. He smelt her erotic and tantalising heat. His male need began to answer her female need to mate. He moved down her body again, turning round and kissed her passionately. He positioned himself to enter her. Natasha knew what he wanted and was quite willing and ready. She throbbed for him and spread her legs. The movements caused the unsteadiness of the floating to become more unstable. Jared swore under his breath and as they hit the floor and rose up again, he took advantage, pushing with his feet and directed then to a full length maintenance ladder attached to the wall. It worked and they crashed into it with a soft thud. He guided Natasha's hands to the ladder and to grip them above her head. In doing so her delightful breasts rose up again and seemed to bob in this special atmosphere. He palmed them and held onto them to secure himself. She crossed her ankles over his bottom. Her hot pussy smeared his belly, teasing him. His cock pulsed in need and then, he thrust right into her, burying his cock into her wanton body. She writhed and he fucked. Both were frenzied in their need. They moaned and groaned. Kissed and sucked. Fucked and clenched. Natasha gripped the ladder, knowing she could not loose. This had the effect of restricting and pinning her movements and Jared was spurred on by her vulnerable position. It turned him on she was exposed and vulnerable to him. He fucked her harder and faster. Her pussy was tight and hot on his pulsing cock. Her tits soft in his tight grip. He changed position slightly so his crotch bone ground against her swollen aroused clit and cock hit and massage her sweet spot inside her channel. He felt her shudder in response and knew he was in the right position to give her maximum pleasure. Natasha began to murmur his name. He could tell by her writhing body, she was close to reaching climax. He pushed in, out and in, ensuring that he ground her swollen and sensitive clitoris before withdrawing and repeating it all over again. Natasha felt the stimulation. She knew he was doing it on purpose and liked it. She liked the way he kneaded her breasts, his hard staff driving into her, scraping along her G spot, poking her cervix and teasing her clit with his groin. She knew she was moaning like a wanton tart and she didn't care. Right now, this is what she needed. In her feverish state, she cried out his name as her orgasm hit her body full on. It crashed over her, flooding and overwhelming her body. "Aaaarrrrrrr Jarrrrrrrrrrrred" Spasms assailed all over her, as her pussy released her cum, smothering his cock in her unique nectar and shuddered ripples on his buried length. It seemed to go on forever as it sapped her body of strength. Her legs tightened and shook on his waist. Her knuckles showed white on the rungs of the ladder. A red satisfied flush embraced her body and she slowly climbed down from the dizzy heights of climax. She was suddenly very thirsty. Jared always enjoyed this moment best when making love. Natasha was beginning to climax, Jared slowed his thrusts and went deep feeling her contractions, clenching and releasing, getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to join her. He let go of the last bit of control he had. He pounded her with short urgent thrusts. While her orgasm was peaking, Jared's began. He went rigid and released his seed deep inside of her. Still locked together, Natasha pushed them adrift again into the weightless atmosphere. Embraced, the couple did slow repeat trips round the room. They changed course to intercept their sunglasses, her Bikini and his shorts, then hovered back near the deck. Blue Heaven "We have one beer left, let's share it." Natasha giggled. She poured the liquid into the air. The beer formed golden colored globules that Walker playfully bit at and tried to drink, failing miserably much to Natasha's delight. His breath and lips kept bouncing them just out of reach. "I think you can scratch, work in a fun environment, off your list Jared," Natasha told him and expertly rounded her lips and sucked a beer bubble into her mouth. "Ta daaa," she smiled, doing a ballet like spin to celebrate her successful feat. ******************** 4 YEARS LATER... The couple sat under the covered deck, listening to the steady rain falling in the coastal forest around them and on the roof. They were sipping steaming mugs of coffee. "Jared I like rain but this is ridiculous, and don't give me a, "Back on Mars, water is so precious that we recycled our pee story," Natasha teased. "Then turn it off." Walker countered. "I wish." Then, "Hey Marv?" Natasha called out to the sky. "Unless Marv is in the Pacific Northwest, I think we are out of luck." Walker grinned. "Yes we really are here," Natasha sighed. "Isn't it great?" Walker laughed and held his hands out palms up. He began to whistle a very old tune that had become the couple's favorite song. Natasha began to sing softly. They both joined in singing together. "A smiling face, a fireplace, a cozy room" "A little nest that nestles where roses bloom" Then just Jared sang as he moved over to her, placed his arms round her and patted Natasha's belly. Changing the words a bit. "Just Natasha and me" "And baby makes three" "We're happy in my Blue Heaven" The End.