Astronauts' Zero-G Strap-On Orbit

Astronauts' Zero-G Strap-On Orbit

The station was quiet in a way that felt almost sacred. During the long orbital night shift, only the hum of life-support systems and the occasional metallic tick of expanding panels broke the silence. Commander Elena Voss floated near the cupola, her short auburn hair drifting in a weightless halo around her face. At thirty-eight, she had flown three previous missions. She knew every creak of the ISS, every rhythm of its machinery. What she hadn’t anticipated was how badly she would come to crave the soft, steady breathing of the woman currently finishing a systems check at the other end of the Destiny module.

Lieutenant Maya Torres, twenty-nine, brilliant propulsion engineer and the most dangerously attractive person Elena had ever served with, pushed off a handrail and drifted toward her. The motion sent the hem of her loose blue flight shirt fluttering upward, revealing a strip of smooth olive skin at her midriff. Elena’s gaze lingered there a second too long. They had stopped pretending not to notice these things weeks ago.

“Coffee’s hot, Commander,” Maya said, voice low and teasing as she offered one of the squeeze-bulbs. Their fingers brushed. Even through gloves that weren’t there, the contact felt electric. “Thought you might need something to keep those legendary focus skills sharp.”

Elena accepted the bulb, took a slow sip, and let her eyes travel openly over Maya’s body. “My focus has been shit for days, Lieutenant. You know exactly why.”

Maya’s full lips curved. She anchored one magnetic boot to the floor panel with a soft clack, stopping her drift so they faced each other in the dim blue night-cycle lighting. “We’ve been dancing around it since we lost the other three to stasis. The shared showers. The way you look at me when I’m toweling off. The way I look at you when you’re pretending to read telemetry.”

Elena exhaled, a slow, shaky breath that sent a tiny sphere of moisture drifting from her lips. “I keep telling myself mission discipline. Chain of command. All the usual responsible-adult bullshit.”

“And yet here we are,” Maya murmured. “Alone for another fourteen hours. No one waking up. No one watching.”

The silence that followed crackled. Elena felt her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her shirt. She could already feel the slick heat gathering between her thighs, ridiculous in zero-G where every droplet would have to be carefully chased.

Maya’s dark eyes were almost black in the low light. “I have a confession, Elena. During last night’s quiet check-in… I kept thinking about what it would feel like to fuck you in zero gravity. Not just touch. Not just kiss. I mean pin you down—or pin you up, I guess—and fuck you until you scream my name and the whole station hears it.”

The words landed like a physical force. Elena’s pulse thudded in her ears. She drifted closer until their bodies were inches apart, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Maya’s skin.

“I’ve been having the exact same fantasy,” she admitted, voice husky. “Only in mine, I’m the one wearing the strap-on and you’re the one begging.”

Maya’s smile was slow, wicked, and utterly certain. “Then we stop fantasizing.”

She reached out, cupped the back of Elena’s head, and pulled her into a kiss that had clearly been waiting for weeks.

The first touch of lips was soft—almost reverent—then instantly turned hungry. Maya tasted like the cinnamon gum she chewed during long shifts and something darker, sweeter. Their mouths opened. Tongues slid, hot and slick. Elena groaned into the kiss as Maya’s free hand slid down her back and cupped her ass, pulling their bodies flush. In zero-G there was no gravity to press them together, so they used hands, thighs, the magnetic soles of their boots, anything to stay locked.

When they finally broke apart, both women were breathing hard. A thin silver strand of saliva stretched between their lower lips before breaking.

“I brought something,” Maya whispered, almost shy for the first time. “From Earth. Packed it in my personal allowance. I told myself it was stupid. Wishful thinking. But I couldn’t leave without it.”

She pushed off toward her sleep station and returned a moment later with a sleek black case. Inside lay a harness and a beautifully made strap-on—thick, slightly curved, skin-tone silicone with a pronounced head and a textured ridge along the top. The base had a bulbous end designed to stimulate the wearer. Elena’s mouth went dry at the sight.

“You beautiful, filthy genius,” Elena breathed.

Maya’s cheeks flushed with pride and arousal. “I want you to fuck me first, Commander. I’ve been dying to feel you inside me while we’re both floating.”

Elena took the harness from her hands. The weight of it felt deliciously obscene in zero-G. “Strip for me, Maya. Everything.”

They helped each other out of their clothes with trembling, eager fingers. Shirts drifted away like pale blue ghosts. Soft cotton shorts followed, tumbling lazily across the module. Soon both women were naked, skin glowing under the starlight filtering through the cupola windows. Elena drank in the sight of Maya’s full, heavy breasts, dark nipples already tight, the neat landing strip of black hair above her glistening pussy. Maya stared just as openly at Elena’s leaner, athletic body, the defined abs, the soft swell of her breasts, the way her cunt already shone with arousal.

Elena stepped into the harness, pulling the straps snug around her hips and thighs. The thick dildo jutted obscenely from her pelvis. She gave the base a slow grind against her own clit and hissed at the spark of pleasure. Maya watched with open hunger, one hand drifting between her own thighs to stroke her swollen folds.

“Anchor yourself,” Elena ordered, voice rough with command.

Maya obeyed instantly. She clicked both magnetic boots to the floor grid near the exercise station, spreading her legs wide. The position left her floating torso and arms free, breasts drifting upward, nipples pointing toward the ceiling. Elena pushed off and drifted between those spread thighs, catching Maya’s hips and pulling their bodies together.

They kissed again—deeper, messier. Elena’s hands roamed over Maya’s breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples until Maya whimpered into her mouth. The thick head of the strap-on nudged against Maya’s soaked entrance, sliding up and down through her folds, bumping her clit with every pass.

“Tell me you want it,” Elena growled against her lips.

“I want your cock, Commander. Fuck me senseless in zero-G. Please.”

Elena flexed her hips and pushed.

The thick dildo sank into Maya in one long, smooth thrust. Both women moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the curved walls. In zero gravity there was no weight to drive the motion; instead Elena used her powerful thighs and core, gripping Maya’s hips hard as she began to thrust in deep, rolling strokes. Each push sent them drifting slightly; each pull brought them back together with a wet slap of skin on skin.

Maya’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Her breasts bounced and swayed with every impact, nipples tracing tiny circles in the air. Elena couldn’t resist leaning down to capture one in her mouth, sucking hard while she kept fucking her with long, deliberate strokes. The curved head of the dildo dragged perfectly over Maya’s G-spot on every withdrawal. The textured ridge ground against her swollen clit on every thrust.

“Fuck—Elena—harder,” Maya gasped, fingers tangling in the short strands of Elena’s hair. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you to wreck me like this.”

Elena gave it to her. She planted her magnetic boots, locked their bodies tight, and fucked her with powerful snaps of her hips. The wet sounds of the strap-on plunging in and out of Maya’s dripping cunt filled the module. Droplets of their combined arousal broke free and floated like tiny glistening pearls around them.

They spun slowly in the air, a lazy, weightless missionary that sent them drifting in a gentle circle. Elena kept one hand on Maya’s hip and the other between them, thumb circling her clit in tight, slick strokes. Maya’s moans grew louder, sharper, climbing toward release.

“I’m—fuck—I’m going to come on your cock, Commander—”

“Then come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Maya’s entire body seized. Her inner walls clamped down around the thick silicone, pulsing hard. A broken cry tore from her throat as she came, thighs shaking, back arching so violently that even the magnetic boots strained. Elena kept thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out until Maya was sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure.

Only then did Elena slow, kissing her deeply, swallowing every whimper. They were both sweating, strands of hair sticking to flushed faces, bodies gleaming.

“My turn,” Maya panted when she could speak again. Her eyes were wild. “I want to fuck you now. Turn around for me.”

They maneuvered carefully. Elena removed the harness with Maya’s help, the thick dildo glistening with Maya’s cream. Maya stepped into it, adjusting the straps until the base pressed firmly against her own still-throbbing clit. The sight of the big cock jutting from between Maya’s toned thighs made Elena’s cunt clench with fresh need.

They used tether lines this time, clipping soft restraints to anchor points so they wouldn’t simply drift apart. Elena positioned herself on all fours in the air—weightless doggy-style—gripping a handrail. Her back arched deeply, ass presented, pussy visibly dripping strands of arousal that floated away like liquid diamonds.

Maya floated behind her, hands caressing the firm globes of Elena’s ass. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from Elena’s clit all the way up to her tight little hole, savoring the taste. Elena shuddered and moaned.

“God, you’re soaked,” Maya whispered reverently. “All for me.”

She pressed the fat head of the strap-on against Elena’s entrance and pushed inside in one smooth, relentless glide. Elena’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of pure pleasure. The stretch was perfect—thick, hot, deep. Maya’s hips met her ass and she ground the base against her own clit at the same moment.

Then Maya began to fuck her.

There was no gravity to hold Elena in place, so every powerful thrust sent them both drifting slowly across the module. They floated in a slow, tumbling path from one wall toward the next, Maya pounding into her from behind the entire time. The wet slap of hips meeting ass echoed obscenely. Elena’s breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the cool air. Maya reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with her thrusts.

“Harder—fuck me harder, Maya,” Elena begged, voice hoarse. “I want to feel you for days.”

Maya gave a feral little growl and obliged, snapping her hips faster. The curved dildo battered Elena’s G-spot on every stroke. The dual stimulation—deep penetration and relentless pressure on her clit—pushed her toward the edge at terrifying speed.

They collided gently with a padded bulkhead. Maya used the leverage to drive even deeper, pinning Elena against the wall with each thrust. Elena’s cries grew louder, sharper, completely unrestrained.

“I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming on your cock—”

Maya pressed her face between Elena’s shoulder blades and fucked her through it, hips pistoning, fingers flying over Elena’s swollen clit. Elena shattered with a raw, throaty scream that echoed through every module. Her pussy clamped and fluttered violently around the thick silicone, gushing fresh wetness that broke free in shining droplets.

Maya followed seconds later, grinding the base of the strap-on hard against her own clit until she came with a strangled moan, teeth sinking gently into Elena’s shoulder.

They stayed locked together, floating slowly in the center of the module, still joined, breathing hard. The strap-on remained buried deep inside Elena as they drifted in a lazy spin. Maya’s arms wrapped around her from behind, hands gently cupping Elena’s breasts. Their bodies were slick with sweat, hair wild, skin flushed dark with exertion and satisfaction.

Maya kissed the nape of Elena’s neck, tender now. With careful fingers she reached down and slowly eased the thick dildo free. A heavy droplet of Elena’s cum followed it, floating between them like a tiny planet. They drifted apart just enough for Maya to remove the harness completely. The toy was set gently aside to be cleaned later.

Still breathing each other in, they found the nearest sleeping bag tether, unzipped it, and slipped inside together. Their naked bodies pressed close in the confined warmth, legs tangled, arms wrapped tight. Elena tucked her face against Maya’s throat, inhaling the scent of sex and skin and satisfaction.

“Round two after the crew goes back into stasis tomorrow night,” Maya whispered, voice husky with promise. “I’m going to eat your pussy for an hour before I fuck you again.”

Elena smiled against her collarbone, already half-dazed in the sweet, floating afterglow.

“Promises, promises, Lieutenant…”

The station continued its silent orbit around the glowing blue curve of Earth below, carrying two very satisfied astronauts curled together in the dark.