Leaving on a jet plane

Sam Hayden couldn’t believe his luck. He was sitting on his comfortable couch next to his stunningly beautiful girlfriend, in an awesome apartment in Los Angeles, he had a cool, well-paying job and to cap it all, he’d been selected as the youngest member of the most prestigious scientific mission ever. Yet it was all going to change forever; he knew it and so did his girlfriend Stacey.

She was usually bubbly, exuberant, and charming which contrasted to her goth-style appearance. Her long, black hair hung in her face, and black eyeliner, was smeared from crying. Her square black rimmed glasses discarded on the table, dotted with tears.

He had just told her that he was going to Mars.

He’d applied, thinking there was no chance of his acceptance. Stacey had encouraged him to, telling him that he would regret not applying for his dream job. All the conversations, the jokes, telling each other it wouldn’t actually happen came to naught; he’d been contacted that morning about his selection for the Green Mars Program.

There was an air of secrecy and haste to the program, which he found weird and very unlike his job at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. At the JPL, he’d been working on systems that would harvest oxygen from the mostly nitrogen atmosphere of Mars. His job was nine to five, gave ample time off, and never surprised him. His work was entirely in the lab, and he never actually thought it would lead him to the Red Planet. Maybe one day, but not like this.

Green Mars Corp seemed to be operating on impossible deadlines. He’d been told that if he accepted the position, he must leave as soon as he can get his affairs in order, for the training center in Greenland. They had strict secrecy rules and knew way too much about his personal life. It was strange and off-putting.

“So (sniff), what is the program babe,” Stacey asked him, **** back more tears. It ripped his heart out that she was heartbroken, devastated, yet still interested and supportive of his dreams.

“Uh, it’s Green Mars Corp, soooo it’s a private company, but like, partnered to NASA somehow, I guess. Lots of strange investors but basically, they want to terraform Mars.”

“So that’s what you talked to me about before right? Where you change the planet so that people can live there?” She adjusted the black, chrome studded choker on her neck, and picked up one of her many tissues to dab up some more tears.

“Yeah, basically we’re going to do Climate Change like we did to Earth, but this time it’ll make it more inhabitable, not less,” he said with a grimace. “Why stop at irrevocably changing one entire planetary ecosystem right?”

“Then… why are you going baby,” she sobbed, a fresh tear running down her cheek, smearing her black mascara, “if you think it’s going to wreck Mars then…”

“No no no, I… I think it’s the right thing to do, I just can’t not be cynical, sorry baby.”

“Ok. I understand hun, it’s your dream. I meant it when I said you should apply, it’s just…”

“You didn’t think I’d actually be selected. I know, neither did I.” She leaned in and hugged him, her arms wrapping tight around his midriff. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest. Her black halter top exposed much of her pale back, and he gently stroked her soft skin. He was wavering. The pain it was causing to Stacey was almost more than he could bear. She was trying to put on a brave face, to support his dreams, even when she stood to lose the most. He hugged her tighter.

“OK,” she sniffed, sitting up, “this is a big moment, and we should celebrate. I’m so so so proud of you. You belong there, living your dream, it’s just… it’s just that I love you.”

“I love you Stacey,” he whispered. She kissed him deeply, longingly and then broke away and stood.

“Now then,” she said, wiping away a tear from her cheek, and putting her glasses back on, “I’m going to take supper out of the oven, and we’re going to have a nice dinner and celebrate this journey. I’m really happy for you Sam, really.”

“Thanks babe,” he said, rising to help by taking dishes and cutlery out. Sam really wanted to lighten the mood, even if he was feeling so rough deep down. When he passed by Stacey, who was pulling on oven mitts, he squeezed her bum through her crimson kilt. She giggled, and when she bent over to pull the lasagna out of the oven, she first pulled her skirt up to flash her ass at him.

“No panties? Very nice,” he said, admiring her tight little butt. She gave her butt a playful wiggle and gave a somewhat **** giggle. The two sat down at the little table in the apartment.

“This looks sooo good baby,” Sam said, serving steaming plates of food.

“It’s my favorite recipe,” she beamed. “So… why are you going to Greenland hun?”

“Oh well, they gotta train us there and I guess make sure we won’t kill each other before they fire us into space. Gotta learns about all the jobs, how to live on Mars, that sorta thing. The Greenland habitat is an exact copy of the Mars one I guess.”

“And so you’re going to do Mars research there? Like, for JPL?”

“Not for Jet Propulsion, no. They’ll be one of the contributors to my research, but like, not just them. I’ll be taking proposals from all kinds of companies and testing them, figuring out how to manufacture them on Mars, testing em, that sort of thing.”

“It sounds so cool baby.” He saw that she had some of the sparkle back in her eyes as she talked. It started to feel normal again.

“I think it will be. I mean, I’m like, I’m pretty honored, I never thought they’d actually pick me,” he paused, enjoying a bite of lasagna, “I mean like seniority, I’m gonna be working with some of the most important researchers in the field, it’s fuckin nuts. No idea what they see in me, but whatever.”

“Is SpaceY involved?”

“Fuck no,” exclaimed Hayden, “those guys are a mess. They can’t make a car that don’t explode, so I can’t imagine what travelling in space would be like with them.”

“That’s a relief babe,” she said, “what was it you told me about them? Not the weird stuff about the sex cult but like, didn’t you said their mission would fail right?”

“Oh just that their program relies so heavily on moving parts. Stuff that can break and will be difficult to replace. So like, my O2 harvester uses really very few parts, and the ones that move are 3D printable, so we could get them fixed in situ. The SpaceY guys would need an import part that could take years to arrive.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I think so yeah. My O2 harvester is much safer.”

“Will you be working on your oxygen harvester there,” she asked.

“Yeah absolutely. It’ll be pretty important actually. The colony will rely on technology like that and the stuff the others on my team are working on. Remember that space-portable nuclear plant that Stevie was working on? That’ll be going too so I need to figure that out.” Stacey listened intently to him, nodding when he made references to things he’d told her about before.

“This project is nuts honestly. It’ll take centuries to complete. I probably will barely be able to measure the differences from when we started, but eventually the terraforming will take hold. Green Mars Corp is weird too…”

“How so?”

“I dunno, they’re… they are… weird. Close lipped. The chick who hired me, um, something Dayton. Tara? She’s sketchy.”

“Sketchy?”

“Yeah, like, she seems cool, told me it’s a great opportunity etcetera, but I can’t find much on her, and she didn’t really explain who she works for. Just ‘the company’ this and ‘company’ that. I dunno babe, maybe it’s just nerves.”

“Is she hot,” asked Stacey, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Hayden was surprised by the question. They both knew their relationship was at an end, but he honestly had barely registered that yet, or that yes Tara was pretty hot.

“W-well, I dunno, I mean sure?” Stacey broke out into a laugh.

“I’m fucking with you hun,” she said, giggling a little, “I love it when you blush like that.” He tried to respond but she softly cut him off.

“Listen Sam, I know this is the end for us. It sucks so much, I love you, but this experience, this adventure… It’s OK. It’s all OK. I know things are going to change but, this is huge. You’re going to live your dream on Mars baby! I’m so proud of you Sam.”

I can’t believe I’m giving this up, Hayden thought. He would have to leave this girl, this sexy, wonderful, adventurous girl, forever. Probably forever. The planning was underway for follow-up colonists, but that was a million to one. He knew rationally that he’d never see her again after he left, and it ripped his heart into a million pieces. No, he thought, he had to remain steadfast. He’d worked his whole life for this. Since the time he was a kid, he looked up at the starts and thought he’d travel among them. This, here, now, was his chance, and he had to banish the regret. His mind drifted back to Stacey. She was so happy for him, and yet so heartbroken. He tried to push aside the regret. His eyes seemed to naturally follow the plunging neckline of her top to her tits. He wondered what bra she was wearing.

“Hell-ooo, horn dog?”

“Whha? Oh,” he stammered, “I spaced out a bit.” Stacey smiled.

“It’s OK babe, it’s… it’s a lot.” She reached over to him and held his hand lightly, then leaned close to lightly kiss him.

“I feel… Fuck… I feel so selfish. I want to go to Mars, but we have such a good life here…” Stacey cut him off, gently placing her finger over his mouth.

“Babe don’t think about that now. The mission, this is big. If you don’t go, after this crazy opportunity, you’d regret that your whole life. If this is something you feel like you have to do, and you’ve said it is, then you have to do it.”

“You’re right Stacey, you’re right it’s just… I’ll miss our life, our… this.”

“Listen,” she said, finishing the last of her meal, “you’re going to miss this, a lot I hope, and that’s ok. And you’re going to think about me a lot too.” He saw a different look in her eyes as she watched him finish his meal. A look he thought he recognized yet, seemed out of place.

“That was sooo good,” he said, dramatically rubbing his belly. “I’m going to miss that too.”

“Yeah, you are,” she said, a sultry smirk on her face. She slowly stood. “I hope it’s not the main thing you miss.” She walked over to him slowly, and he slid his chair out from the table a little, thinking she would kiss him. Instead, she leaned over him to whisper in his ear, her cleavage thrust into his face.

“What else are you going to miss,” she whispered, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel his heartbeat in his chest.

“These,” he said slowly, thrusting his face in her cleavage and motorboating her.

“Mmm I bet you are,” she said, straightening out. She pulled her top off and tossed it aside. Her bra was lacy and dark red, matching her kilt. “Like it baby? I got it for you… to celebrate.”

“Yeah, fuckin right I do,” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He breathed in the sent of lavender on her warm skin, and he gently kissed her collarbone. “I’m going to miss your body,” he said slowly, pausing to plant a line of kisses along the tops of her breasts. She sighed gently and started nibbling down his neck. His hands, wrapped around her back, wandered lower, and he squeezed the round curve of her butt through her kilt. Her hands started working at his belt.

“What else,” she asked sweetly, as he felt her hand slide into his pants and rub his cock through his underwear. “What else are you going to miss?”

“Your, mmmgh, your hands,” he groaned, her hand in his underwear gently stroking his cock.

“What will you miss about my hands?”

“Mmm, the way you touch me, exactly where I want to be touched.” She slid her other hand under her kilt and slid it inside herself with a sigh of pleasure, then placed her pussy-soaked finger on his tongue. He eagerly sucked her juices off, savouring the taste of her.

“I’ll miss how good you taste, how wet you get,” he groaned. Stacey pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking him and gently smearing the pre-cum around on his tip.

“Are you going to miss this baby,” she asked, pulling her kilt up to show him her shaved little pussy.

“You’re goddamn right I am.” She picked up her phone from the table and standing there in front of him, she spread her pussy lips and took a picture of herself. She touched a couple buttons, and he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“You’re so beautif…” Before he could finish the words, she swung her leg over him and lowered herself down onto his cock, effortlessly sliding into her. She started riding him, the creeks of the chair and her moans in his ear.

“Oh fuuuuck, mmmmm, you going to miss this t-tight little pussy baby,” she gasped, riding him slowly. “Gonna miss fucking my little pussy?”

“Mhm yeah baby,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her.

“Soo good,” she moaned, reaching to her phone again. He held up her kilt so that she could take a picture of his cock inside her. Then he reached down to gently stimulate her clit with his thumb.

“Yeah right there right there fuuuck,” she squealed, her riding reaching a crescendo. “Fuuuuckfuck!” She tightened on him, riding hard and taking every inch of him, her moans turned to soft screams as she came on his lap.

“Fuck you make me cum so quick,” she gasped and slid off his lap. His cock, wet with pussy juices, twitched with anticipation. She unclasped her lacey bra and let it fall to the floor. “How about these titties baby? Gonna miss em?” Her tits were round and soft, he answered her by sucking on her hard little nipple, making her sigh and run her hands through his hair. She picked up her phone again and took a titty picture for him, then she started stroking his wet cock.

“I want you to think about this,” she said, dropping to her knees between his legs, “every time you get horny and lonely on your mission, ok?” His cock was inches away from her mouth, “I want you to close your eyes in those times and imagine this.” She slid his wet cock into her mouth, taking most of the length right away. He groaned and put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her pace. It made him so hot to know she was sucking her own juices off of his manhood.

“Aw fuck, mmm that’s so good baby,” he groaned, watching her rhythmically suck him. Stacey slid his cock out of her mouth and started licking up and down his shaft.

“Mhmm? You like that (slurp), baby? Like my slutty mouth on your hot (suck), cock?”

“Ohh yeah fuck, suck it,” he groaned.

“You going to, mmm, you going to think about my mouth on your cock when you jerk off baby,” she moaned. Her other hand was under her kilt and had started playing with herself. Before he could answer, she engulfed him, taking his cock into his throat, making him tip his head back and groan, holding herself there until a gag made her stop.

“Ohhh fuck, mhm, I am,” he gasped. She smiled around his cock and slid him all the way out so that her lips grazed his wet tip. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth. She started to jerk him and gently suck and lick the tip as she did.

“You’re going to miss my perfect (sluuurp), wet (sluuurp), blowjobs?”

“Fuck… so much… aahhh fuck I’m gonna think about it every day,” he gasped. She fumbled for her phone, not stopping or taking his cock out of her mouth. She managed to get it unlocked and took a selfie with his cock in her mouth, then she slid him out of her mouth with a wet pop and took another selfie with her lips grazing the tip. Stacey’s insistent sucking was bringing him to the edge. He watched her bob on his cock, slurping and sucking, her looking back up at him periodically, then focusing on him. Soft moans and slurps came out from her full mouth.

“I’m gonna, ugh fuck babe, I’m close,” he gasped, expecting her to slow her pace. He moaned loudly as she instead, took him deep into her throat. He closed his eyes, gasping loudly, feeling himself start to cum. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he emitted a guttural moan as he felt his first spirt filled her mouth. She quickly withdrew him and aimed his hot spurting cock to cum all over her face and glasses, jerking every last drop out of him. He was still gasping in pleasure when she picked up her phone and took two more pictures. The first of her face, her cheeks, lips and glasses, all glazed with globs of cum. Then she opened her mouth, showing the camera the mouthful of cum, and took another picture. She swallowed and licked her lips, then stood. She sent the rest of the pictures to him.

“You can look at these any time you get horny, and you’ll know how important your mission is by what you left behind,” she whispered in his ear. Her face and breath smelled like cum. “And you’ll know that whatever happens up there, you can look up at Earth and remember there’s a gal there who will do anything to you, for you.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving this behind.”