![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Spanks for the Memories
The moment I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. I smoothed a hand through my perfectly coifed, totally awesome hair, admiring the way her tightly-clinging garments left nothing to the imagination. That was fine by me; I've always preferred the real thing to whatever the mind can invent.
Real. Visceral. Stunning and superb, with the kind of tits that would clap together in thunderous applause while you plowed her if they weren't being bound by the firm weave of the spandex that sheathed her like it had been poured on.
I could think of a few things I wanted to pour on her.
"Life aboard a space station is exotic, but I find myself wanting more," she sighed breathily, uncrossing her legs and giving me the briefest, tantalizing glimpse of a darker shadow amidst the dusky triangle at the place her firm legs and stomach met. "This spandex does provide more freedom of movement than the spacesuits we used to wear when conditions weren't as hospitable, but... Barney Stinson, I find myself just captivated by your hypnotic crotch-bulge. Day in and day out, it's all I can think of, even though I'm a trained quantum physicist who has never before had interest in sexual matters."
I understood fully. She wasn't the first genius to fall hard for my intoxicating charms. So many women had been in this space station with me, working until their brows were beaded with sweat that glistened like the stars outside. They were beautiful, these women, but cold. Ideal for surroundings that demanded professionalism and meticulous work. Not so ideal for a man with needs. "Desiree," I said. "Desiree, you know that we have to keep working to keep the space radiation from penetrating the outer shell of the..."
She cut me off before I could spout more jargon that you wouldn't understand anyway. "Barney, I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of trying not to hide the way you make me feel. I want you to take me now, miles above the atmosphere, in zero gravity..."
I plunged my hands between her well-shaped breasts, unzipping the tight spandex and feeling her quiver against my touch. Slippping my fingers under the smooth fabric and pressing them against her heaving bosom, I rolled the bud of a firm, erect nipple between my digits as she released a soft, yearning moan against my ear. "More, Barney, more..." she breathed wantonly, her lips hot against my soft pink earlobe.
My free hand reached towards the pins in her hair, plucking them out of her impeccable bun one by one until black curls cascaded down her perfect back, ending at her dimpled buttocks. She smelled like sandalwood and cherries, and the scent was even stronger in our stark, sterile surroundings. Clumsy as she kissed me, she reached for the zero-G button and slammed her palm against it as she stroked me through the straining spandex covering it, unzipping me and slowly sliding the slippery, stretchy material down around my well-muscled arms, torso, and then finally, around my hips, releasing my rigid organ. She took it in her hand as if seeing one for the first time, but as the zero gravity kicked in and we rose toward the ceiling, she took me into her mouth and I knew that I was with a very, very naughty quantum physicist.
I exposed her pale, lightly-freckled shoulders as she pleasured me, her tongue wrapping around my shaft like some merciless serpent. She licked gently at my family jewels, sliding my latex jumpsuit off the rest of the way and exposing my bare legs to the caresses of her soft hands as she teased my tip with her velvety, skilled tongue.
I unleashed her breasts when she peered up at me with those long-lashed, emerald-green eyes, and they rose appreciatively, pressing against my erect cock from below. Still slick with her spit, it slid pleasantly between her buoyant, soft pillows, and she fucked me thus for several blissful strokes. She had me very excited, and forcefully, I pulled her towards me, kissed her, and tore her out of what remained of her spandex jumpsuit. She wrapped her muscular legs around me, and I entered her slick, velvety tightness. She rode me, her lower spine accomodating her movements fluidly, and I met her thrusts with my own. I alternated between short and quick thrusts intended to make her cry out in ecstatic shock and surprise, and long, deep ones that drove her nearer to her inevitable and much-desired climax. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, biting gently, her voice rising to a frustrated fever pitch as she rode my more and more violently in pursuit of bliss...
"Barney..." she whispered urgently. "Barney, slap me in the ass! Slap my sweet ass, Barney! Barney, come on, spank me Barney, spank me!"
I wasn't about to deny a lady her pleasure. I could feel the shock waves reverberate through her full, muscular buttocks as she cried out. "Harder, Barney, harder! Slap my ass harder! Oh God, oh God, Barney, spank my ass until it's red!" I complied, feeling the flesh vibrate and spring back after each sharp strike.
She screamed as she came, her voice echoing off the cold white walls, and her walls clenched around me so intensely that I could longer hold off. With several deep, hard thrusts, I emptied myself wholly inside of her hot pussy, and we clung together, breathless, floating in zero-g and smelling like sex.
"Barney," she breathed, nestling against me. "This has been the best night of my life."
"Mine, too," I said, stretching languidly and turning on the gravity again. "You were wonderful, babe."
"But you were better," my little supernova insisted.
Someday I would return to Earth, and Desiree would become one of the brave pioneers to attempt the exploration of a wormhole. I never saw her again after she crossed that ill-fated event horizon... but you can bet that I never forgot our scorching encounter in the space station. If I could talk to her now, I'd have one thing to say to her: spanks for the memories, baby.
The moment I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. I smoothed a hand through my perfectly coifed, totally awesome hair, admiring the way her tightly-clinging garments left nothing to the imagination. That was fine by me; I've always preferred the real thing to whatever the mind can invent.
Real. Visceral. Stunning and superb, with the kind of tits that would clap together in thunderous applause while you plowed her if they weren't being bound by the firm weave of the spandex that sheathed her like it had been poured on.
I could think of a few things I wanted to pour on her.
"Life aboard a space station is exotic, but I find myself wanting more," she sighed breathily, uncrossing her legs and giving me the briefest, tantalizing glimpse of a darker shadow amidst the dusky triangle at the place her firm legs and stomach met. "This spandex does provide more freedom of movement than the spacesuits we used to wear when conditions weren't as hospitable, but... Barney Stinson, I find myself just captivated by your hypnotic crotch-bulge. Day in and day out, it's all I can think of, even though I'm a trained quantum physicist who has never before had interest in sexual matters."
I understood fully. She wasn't the first genius to fall hard for my intoxicating charms. So many women had been in this space station with me, working until their brows were beaded with sweat that glistened like the stars outside. They were beautiful, these women, but cold. Ideal for surroundings that demanded professionalism and meticulous work. Not so ideal for a man with needs. "Desiree," I said. "Desiree, you know that we have to keep working to keep the space radiation from penetrating the outer shell of the..."
She cut me off before I could spout more jargon that you wouldn't understand anyway. "Barney, I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of trying not to hide the way you make me feel. I want you to take me now, miles above the atmosphere, in zero gravity..."
I plunged my hands between her well-shaped breasts, unzipping the tight spandex and feeling her quiver against my touch. Slippping my fingers under the smooth fabric and pressing them against her heaving bosom, I rolled the bud of a firm, erect nipple between my digits as she released a soft, yearning moan against my ear. "More, Barney, more..." she breathed wantonly, her lips hot against my soft pink earlobe.
My free hand reached towards the pins in her hair, plucking them out of her impeccable bun one by one until black curls cascaded down her perfect back, ending at her dimpled buttocks. She smelled like sandalwood and cherries, and the scent was even stronger in our stark, sterile surroundings. Clumsy as she kissed me, she reached for the zero-G button and slammed her palm against it as she stroked me through the straining spandex covering it, unzipping me and slowly sliding the slippery, stretchy material down around my well-muscled arms, torso, and then finally, around my hips, releasing my rigid organ. She took it in her hand as if seeing one for the first time, but as the zero gravity kicked in and we rose toward the ceiling, she took me into her mouth and I knew that I was with a very, very naughty quantum physicist.
I exposed her pale, lightly-freckled shoulders as she pleasured me, her tongue wrapping around my shaft like some merciless serpent. She licked gently at my family jewels, sliding my latex jumpsuit off the rest of the way and exposing my bare legs to the caresses of her soft hands as she teased my tip with her velvety, skilled tongue.
I unleashed her breasts when she peered up at me with those long-lashed, emerald-green eyes, and they rose appreciatively, pressing against my erect cock from below. Still slick with her spit, it slid pleasantly between her buoyant, soft pillows, and she fucked me thus for several blissful strokes. She had me very excited, and forcefully, I pulled her towards me, kissed her, and tore her out of what remained of her spandex jumpsuit. She wrapped her muscular legs around me, and I entered her slick, velvety tightness. She rode me, her lower spine accomodating her movements fluidly, and I met her thrusts with my own. I alternated between short and quick thrusts intended to make her cry out in ecstatic shock and surprise, and long, deep ones that drove her nearer to her inevitable and much-desired climax. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, biting gently, her voice rising to a frustrated fever pitch as she rode my more and more violently in pursuit of bliss...
"Barney..." she whispered urgently. "Barney, slap me in the ass! Slap my sweet ass, Barney! Barney, come on, spank me Barney, spank me!"
I wasn't about to deny a lady her pleasure. I could feel the shock waves reverberate through her full, muscular buttocks as she cried out. "Harder, Barney, harder! Slap my ass harder! Oh God, oh God, Barney, spank my ass until it's red!" I complied, feeling the flesh vibrate and spring back after each sharp strike.
She screamed as she came, her voice echoing off the cold white walls, and her walls clenched around me so intensely that I could longer hold off. With several deep, hard thrusts, I emptied myself wholly inside of her hot pussy, and we clung together, breathless, floating in zero-g and smelling like sex.
"Barney," she breathed, nestling against me. "This has been the best night of my life."
"Mine, too," I said, stretching languidly and turning on the gravity again. "You were wonderful, babe."
"But you were better," my little supernova insisted.
Someday I would return to Earth, and Desiree would become one of the brave pioneers to attempt the exploration of a wormhole. I never saw her again after she crossed that ill-fated event horizon... but you can bet that I never forgot our scorching encounter in the space station. If I could talk to her now, I'd have one thing to say to her: spanks for the memories, baby.
