"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.