Aerobraking

Raynor Schwartz could feel the vibrations of the ship in his feet. Aerobraking; that’s what the space-science types called it. Even the thin atmosphere of Mars provided some drag, and it was enough to slow the ship in increments.

“We’ll do this a couple more times before we’re slow enough,” said Tara Dayton, who had been checking on the plants in the botany hall. “It’s uncomfortable but better than the alternative. If we used rocket braking, then we’d really feel it.”

“As long as we get where we’re going in one piece,” said Schwartz, nodded along. Orbital physics was as far from his wheelhouse as could be, and it didn’t interest him. Around them the plants shook and swayed softly.

“They going to hold up, OK?”

“The plants,” asked Schwartz, looking around for Lyndon Carson. “It’s good for them. They have no wind in their lives; they need the resiliency.” Schwartz thought it was weird that she was asking him this while Carson wasn’t there. It was odd that he wasn’t; he barely seemed to leave the botany hall these days.

“And how is…” began Dayton before pausing. “How is the other business?”

“Oh that goes… well Schwartz said, feeling himself blush. He was not ashamed of his second career, yet to be asked about it by someone such as Dayton made him feel suddenly, and deeply, self conscious. “The reviews are good.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” answered Dayton with a knowing smirk. “This project is getting a lot of visibility. A lot of good press.”

“It is… good press?”

“Yes of course silly! There’s no such thing as bad press, and you two have done very well for yourselves after all. You do us proud.”

Schwartz found himself wondering if Dayton was a fan. Did she watch Ramona and he make love? Was she a regular subscriber?

“Thank you, Tara, I appreciate this.”

The door slid open with a squeak and in walked Lyndon Carson, looking dishevelled. He was flushed and small beads of perspiration glinted on his forehead.

“Oh… hello Tara, Schwartz,” he said awkwardly.

“Carson, hello. I was wondering where you were,” asked Dayton sharply.

“Oh I was just…”

“Never mind that,” she cut in, “I need to speak with you in my office, something’s come up.”

“OK I was just about to…”

“Now, Mister Carson,” she said, then turned to Schwartz, her voice softening, “have a great day Raynor.” The two walked briskly out of the room leaving Schwartz alone with his thoughts.

He began to walk up the long rows of plants, checking each meticulously for problems. He was about halfway done when Ramona Wagner walked in. He walked up to her and kissed her.

“How are you my dear,” he asked, and she kissed him again as a way to respond.

“Great! I was just checking our numbers and… yeah we’re famous babe,” she gushed. She embraced Schwartz tightly, so that his head was on her shoulder, and he breathed in the fragrance of her shampoo. “All because of you.”

“You are the star my dear,” he said, and she kissed him again.

“Sure but like, none of this could happen without you. I’ll never not be grateful.”

To Schwartz it seemed bizarre, yet exciting that his lover was so keen to show the world what they did in private. Sex in a relationship to him, was a secret thing one shared with your partner, but now it was something the entire world saw.

“Hey did you see Carson,” she asked, breaking away from their hug. “He seemed… I dunno. Weird. Flustered.”

“Yes, I thought so too, and Tara… she seemed none to pleased with him.”

“Scandal,” Wagner wondered aloud, her voice high with fake shock.

“Maybe yes,” Schwartz chuckled. He looked at his girlfriend as she brushed a stray clutch of red hair from her eyes. He reflected for a moment on just how well things had turned out for him. A pretty, devoted girlfriend, he one of the first colonists on Mars, a specialist in his vocation. He felt so very lucky.

Indeed, he felt so lucky it almost seemed wrong sneak around. If Tara, lord knows who else on the ship, the company and half of Earth all know, then why sneak at all? The ship shuddered under his feet, and the plant covered walls seemed to move in unison as if on the wind.

“I don’t like that feeling,” Wagner said softly, wrapping her arm around Schwartz in a comfort hug. “It makes me feel… it’s silly.”

“It isn’t,” he said softly, pulling her into his embrace a bit further. “The very idea of aero breaking is unsettling, and what it means too, can cause anxiety.”

“Are you worried about arrival,” she asked, looking up, her blue eyes looking into his.

“Worried, no, but it’s a big thing. Anxiety in such situations is normal.” Wagner kissed him gently.

“You know what would distract me though,” she asked, her voice charged with excitement, her eyes flashed with mischief. He knew that look well, and he felt his pulse quicken.

“We’re all alone in here. Why don’t we go over to the desk and you can do your best to distract me?” Before Schwartz could answer, Ramona hopped away gracefully in the Martian-G room and sat facing him on the small office desk. He followed, his hands shaking a little with excitement.

As Schwartz strode over, Wagner hastily began to unzip her coveralls and push them down. She was not wearing a bra under her thin singlet, and her perky round breasts jiggled as she stepped out of her coveralls and leaned back on to the desk. Wagner went to pull out her intercom, but Schwartz stopped her with a motion as he unzipped.

“Let’s just have this one for us,” he said softly as he knelt between her legs. She tossed her intercom aside with a warm smile. Schwartz got between her legs and gently pulled aside the white cotton fabric of her panties. Her pussy was smooth and visibly wet. He breathed in her scent, then started to gently lick around her labia.

“Oooo,” came a quiet moan. He traced around the outside of her pussy with his tongue, enjoying hearing her sharp intakes of breath as she responded to him. Above him, he could see her hands sliding her singlet up then playing with her exposed nipples.

He picked up the tempo. He started to lick along her pussy, up and down, the tip of his tongue dancing around but not touching her clit. She shivered with pleasure, and her voice was shaking.

“Oh fuck ba… fuck baby, oh my Gooood,” she moaned, barely able to control her voice. Now he had her exactly where he wanted her. The next time his tongue went up to circle her clit, he stayed there, gently licking her engorged clit and feeling her move under him. Her hand dropped down to the back of his head and held him on her. Her wetness coated her tongue and chin as she came, bucking against him and holding her hand over her face to suppress her screams.

Schwartz’s cock throbbed in his underwear. He suppressed the desire to jump up and thrust it deep inside her. That would come soon, he reminded himself as he slid his hand up her thigh.

No sooner had her first orgasm subsided, he slid his index and middle finger inside her. She was soaking wet, and her pussy quivered with pleasure as he began to rhythmically slide it into her, sliding the tips his fingers over her g-spot each time he almost withdrew. He went back to licking her.

“Fuckfuck,” she gasped above him, clamping her thighs on him, holding his head tightly against her. Schwartz focused on his fingers and tongue, trying to coax every single bit of pleasure he could out of her. Her cries were muffled by her shapely thighs, and he was only able to snatch an occasional ragged breath as she quaked and bucked to his attentions.

He felt her body relax and she released her grip on him. He stood and stripped off his jumpsuit. He loved seeing her like this, gasping, red in the face, her hair a mess, her pussy soaked with her cum and his saliva. There were only a few things he loved more than eating pussy, and one of them was next.

Schwartz got his hard cock out of his now open jumpsuit, and guided himself to Wagner’s sex, and pushed himself inside her, eliciting an involuntary gasp of pleasure. He grabbed onto her hip with one hand, and with the other he played with her exposed tits. He watched her face as he thrust, enjoying each minute expression of pleasure until, they all came together, and she squealed out a muffled cry and started to orgasm. She bit down on his shoulder, it hurt a little, but that pain made him feel incredible. Invincible.

In that moment, the ship started to shudder from more aero braking. The vibrations through the floor, the table, through Ramona, increased the pleasure even further. His mind clouded over with pleasure feeling him tighten around his thrusting cock. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. A guttural moaning growl escaped his lips as he felt himself pumping his hot cum inside her. They stayed together for some time, Schwartz couldn’t say if it was a minute or an hour, gasping in pleasure.

“Oh don’t mind me I guess,” came the harsh American accent they all knew. Schwartz turned his head to see Lyndon Carson standing there in the doorway, but Wagner clamped her legs around him so that he stayed inside her.

“Oh hello Lyndon, sorry about your desk,” she said lightly, making a pouty face.

“No I um, yeah no worries, just uh, go ahead and wipe it down after ok guys?” With that Carson left and the two broke into giggling. Schwartz belatedly slid his softening member out of her and they fixed their clothes.

“I guess he definitely knows now eh,” giggled Wagner, trying to wipe a big drip of cum off her inner thigh.

“I think he figured it out, yes. I wonder what tipped him off.”

“Could have been anything,” she giggled, adding “I liked that aero braking.” Schwartz was relieved. He didn’t mind Carson knowing, in fact, he was the most difficult to keep out of the secret, so this made things much easier. Plus as he zipped up his jumpsuit, he had to admit that he liked knowing they got caught.