Izzy, sitting at the bar, turns and sees a man, or someone that looks like a man, definitely masculine, probably human without physical examination or questioning. How could she tell?
This “man” is sitting next to her wearing a flight suit and drinking a mixed drink. “Hey, are you the pilot? For the trip up to the parking lot,” she raises her hand to the ceiling as a mock shuttle.
He looks at her with his dark green eyes and flowing blond hair put up in a messy bun. “I am the pilot of the Shuttle-II Pegasus.“ He takes another sip of his drink. He holds out his hand to shake hers. “Good to meet you.”
“Didn’t they shut down the shuttle program?” She says the rough texture of the gloves he is wearing should have made her want to let go of his hand, but it never occurs to her.
“Sure, at least as far as the public knows. Why are you the public?” he says with a small smile on his lips. He traces the palm of her hand with his thumb.
Izzy watches his lips move, her arousal from before hanging around. ‘I should have just had Jacob fuck me with a toy while we were in the room,’ she thinks to herself. “Oh yeah, no, I am not the public; I am Izzy,” she says.
“Hello, Izzy, I am Charles.” He nods his head and takes another drink of the alcoholic mixed drink.
“Are you sure you should be drinking before flying?” she asks, his charm wearing off.
“Oh, I think it will be fine; after all, the shuttle does all the work. I just have to pilot it,” he says with a smirk.
Izzy rolls her eyes and starts to pull her hand away.
Charles the pilot looks confused. ‘Why is she not falling for me? I am the sexiest man alive.’
“I think it’s irresponsible to drink anything that will impair you before flying,” she says, looking around for the cat to back her up, but he is tending to Grup sitting at the end of the bar.
“Maybe you’re right,” he says as he takes off a glove and touches her hand. “Why don’t we spend the rest of the time before launch getting to know each other better? You can take me to the other bathroom and scold me.”
“I don’t think so,” Izzy starts to say before she has vivid flashes of her lifted off the ground, pressed against the bathroom stall wall, a thick cock parting her, filling her needs. Doing what Jacob isn’t allowed to do.
She blinks a few times. “I, uh,” she says, her panties getting damp. “I, uh,” she says again, looking around. She looks at Charles, the astronaut, and bites her lips. “I, uh, yeah, why not?” she whispers and stands up. He keeps hold of her hand as they walk into the other bathroom.
Jacob sits here confused and upset and, much to his deep burning shame, slightly aroused. “What the hell was that about?” He sulks, considering going back to his room, but instead takes Izzy’s alcoholic drink and finishes it. Now the burning of his shame is joined by the burning of his throat. “Wow, Cat, your mix is strong.”
“You’re just a lightweight,” the cat says from down the bar.
In the other bathroom, Izzy is enthralled with the sexy astronaut touching her breasts, his hands moving across her body as they make out. She breathes deep as he kisses her neck, his hands making their way down to her shorts, pulling them down.
“I am going to give you the best orgasm of your life,” he boasts as he gets a hand inside her panties; he can tell she is wet already. He smirks. ‘I know I am the sexiest man alive,’ he thinks, ‘with a massive cock and an endless ability to make women cum.’
Izzy groans and pulls down her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She grabs his cock through his jumpsuit. It feels massive in her fingers; she strokes it, biting her lip. “I need this so badly.”
She unbuttons his flight suit and lets it fall to the floor. She pulls his underwear down and admires the thick cock. It looks massive. The head is perfectly shaped. ‘So much better than Jacob’s cock,’ she salivates at the thought of it in her mouth.
“Turn around,” he commands. “Face the wall.”
Izzy reluctantly gets up and turns around, pouting a little. She wanted to taste it first. “When have I ever wanted to taste a cock?’ She thinks, ‘I mean, a few times recently.’ She shrugs, and Charles responds by cupping her butt as Izzy pushes her hips back to present herself to him.
Without preamble He presses himself into her and slips inside easily. ‘My cock is the best feeling cock ever,’ Charles thinks to himself.
Izzy moans loudly, not caring if anyone can hear her. She grunts and then moans even louder “the best cock ever.”
Back in the bar, the cat’s ears twitch; he moves to the front of Jacob. “Oh my, she is really going at it,” he says with a frown. “Would you like an orange juice?”
Jacob shakes his head no, his mood ruined. “So much for the excitement of the trip to space.”
Izzy pushes back on the mighty member; she pants softly as his tip brushes against her cervix. “Fuck, this is so good,” she whispers, pushing back hard in sync with him, his nuts slapping against her clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispers.
‘She is going to cum so hard for me,’ he thinks, thrusting harder, pulling on her shoulders to get as deep as possible. ‘I want her to scream my name when she comes,’ he thinks.
Izzy feels the tension growing as the thick cock hits just the right spot, each thrust punishing her g-spot. “Yes, YES, yes,” she moans.
He starts to lose his rhythm as he gets close. ‘Come for me,’ he says in his mind.
Izzy’s knees shake, and she feels the tension breaking down, leaking the orgasm feeling around the edges. She grunts like an animal and thrusts back hard.
Charles the astronaut starts to cum “Take it all—all of it. Take all my cum,” he shouts.
Izzy orgasms, the waves of feeling washing through her body. She slips down, pushing him deeper into herself; she screams out “CHARLES” as she clings on to the paper towel holder to keep from falling down. She feels a second orgasm hit just as the first one ends.
She finds herself on her knees, head pressed against the stall wall, cum leaking out of her onto the floor, and the astronaut nowhere to be found. Her watch buzzes, “T-15, where are you, Izzy? Get Jacob and get to the front of the ranch.” The note reads, It’s signed by Jack Harrington.
“Shit,“ she says and gets dressed, wiping as much of the cum out of herself as she can, but it leaks out into her underwear anyway. ‘Dammit, I bought pads for this,’ she thinks as she rushes back to the bar, where Jacob is looking sour at her.
“We have to go,” she tells him as she approaches, grabbing her bag.
“Fine,” he says grumpily as they walk together towards the door to the reception.
“See you around, space cowboy,” the cat says with a grin.
Outside the ranch on the main road sits a 100-foot-long space shuttle, but it’s wrong. It looks smaller, and it’s not strapped to boosters; it’s sitting on the road like it’s a plane. The engines are wrong as well; they are black and look like they are made of glass with thick magnetic rings wrapped around them. There is an extendable ramp on the side of the shuttle with Jack Harrington sticking his head out the door.
“Izzy Jacob, get on the bus; we are out of here,” Jack Harrington says, looking flustered.
Inside the shuttle is all polished aluminum; everything is smooth with swoopy edges that are padded. The passenger cabin consists of 2 seats against the cockpit door with Trever and Marlon strapped in. and 6 seats for general usage behind that. Jack Harrington hits a button next to the door, and the stairs retract, sealing the shuttle.
“Strap in; we are out of here in 5,” Jack says in a practiced voice. Izzy feels a longing inside her soul to see the astronaut even as his cum is leaking out of her, the dirtiness only making her want him more; she moves to the cockpit door, but Jack Harrington shuts it behind him before she can see Charles.
Jacob, still frustrated, puts his bag inside the overhead storage similar to a plane and sits down, strapping himself in, the diaper forgotten.
Izzy dazily sits down, leaving her luggage on the floor.
“You have to put that somewhere, or it could kill one of us,” Jacob says aggressively.
“Oh yeah,” she says, getting up and stowing the bag; she sits next to Jacob this time.
“This is Jack Harrington speaking. Welcome aboard the Pegasus. Get in and hold on; shut up. We will be flying out of the atmosphere and headed to the parking lot“. The mic clicks off, and the plane rolls forward. Jacob squeezes the arms of the chair in fear.
The shuttle smoothly rolls down the road. Jacob can see the sand hills moving past through the viewports. Rapidly they start moving faster and faster till they blur together, and the shuttle gracefully and almost imperceptibly leaves the road and enters the sky.
It tips up slightly and steadily climbs altitude. Jacob can see the sky growing more hazy, then it gets darker, and he can see stars growing brighter as the sky turns black, the thrust from the shuttle pulling them towards the back of the spaceplane.
“Engine cut off,” Jack’s voice says over the speaker. “Prepare your barf bags.”
Jacob feels the weightlessness for the first time, and his brain goes crazy; he scrabbles for the provided barf bag and empties his stomach into it.
Trever laughs, and Marlon pokes him in the ribs. “You did the same thing.”
“Only once,” Trevor says, looking indignant.
“Only once per trip,” Marlon teases.
The pilot door opens, and Jack floats out, looking like he was born in zero gravity. Just looking at him makes Jacob’s stomach hurt.
Izzy is fine. The zero gravity is not affecting her at all, but she is straining against the restraints trying to get a view of Charles the astronaut, the idea of seeing him making her heart flutter like she was 15 and having her first serious crush on her school teacher. But all she can see is the back of his head, his magnificent man bun in view.
‘I never liked man buns before now…’ she thinks.
