The moment we stepped into the elevator, Charlotte started to take her clothes off… I don’t think I’m prude, but this lack of pudency really shocks me.
“What is it? You expected a changing room? I give you a hint, I also don’t have my swimming suit with me.” she slides her panties from her legs to the ground, and steps out of it with a graceful spitz.
“So this is how it works here?”
“This is Eden Boston!” She whispers. She pulls me to herself, and she starts to unzip my overalls. “And what did the first humans wore in the Garden of Eden?”
Uhhh. This girl is eroticism embodied, I almost climax from the touch of her naked skin.
“All the male guests of Eden receive a service like me?” I ask whispering. And then she gently bites in my ear. A sensual thrill runs down on my spine. Then she whispers.
“There’s no such a handsome guy like you on a hundred deserted planets!” then she kisses me passionately.
The lift stops, the door opens. A slightly salty, swampy smell, and warmth flow into the cabin.
“Come” she pulls me out holding my hand.
“And the clothes?”
“The elevator won’t go anywhere. I’ve blocked it.”
After the first step, I felt the warm sand under my feet. Headroom is barely about 5 meters. It’s half-dark, like on a full moon night. We reach the water from about 10 meters away from the elevator. The shore slightly waves. The light’s provided by the ceiling’s pale, deep blue glow.
“Navi! I want a tropical starry night, campfire on the shore, with enchanting music in distance.”
A mind-blowingly idyllic scene appears around us. My heart changes to a rhythmless beat, and I feel that my legs are getting weak. I let go of the girl’s hand.
“Charlotte! This is too much! I can’t…take this all in.”
“Tssss. Close your eyes, and lay on the surface of the water! It’s relaxing.”
I lean back. I feel the world slowly turning around me. As soon as my ears are covered in the water, the sounds changed. The crackling of the campfire, the whirring of the waves, my breathing, and the music fuses into a deep, distant rumbling. I feel as if sinking, and in a moment, I’m falling. My body twitches. I hear Charlotte’s trying to calm me in the distance.
“Tsss. Boston. Breathe slowly.” her beautiful body squats next to me in the barely two feet deep water. She keeps me afloat by holding me at my nape and waist, while I sink fast into the dark well of my mind.
“Ben! Something’s not right!” the voice of a distant familiar voice calls me from nowhere.
“It’s okay! Show me!” I answer her.
“I think it’s bleeding heavily.”
Half of the girl’s face is paralyzed, while the other half is filled with fright. Blood drips from her left nostril, but even worse, her left eye is bloodshot. It’s a stroke.
“We get out to the shore and call the ambulance right now!”
Her whole right side is paralyzed. Panic and fear surround me. The shore is not far, but I have never been a good swimmer, and I have never had to rescue anybody …
“Hang on Christin!”
I wake up in the wet, soft lap of Charlotte. I see the fear on her face what I’ve felt too.
“Jesus Boston, you scared me to death!” and she kisses me on the cheek multiple times.
“You had some kind of seizure, but your nanoprobes didn’t send any warning.”
“What does that mean?”
“That it isn’t organic, but a neurotic problem. ”
“I experienced something, a flashback … An old memory. From my teens on Earth … I swam together with a girl in the ocean. She got a stroke there in the water. She died in my hands, while I was trying to drag her to the shore.”
“A close relative?”
“She was my first love. Christin.”
“What else do you remember?”
“She had some kind of a brain aneurysm. Since her birth. She had a nanoprobe treatment a few months before her death. They said it’s risk-free …”
“Oh Boston! I’m sorry.” and she kisses me again with tears in her eyes. I hug her from below, and I rest my head between her wet and soft breasts.
“I lost my virginity to her.” I say, sobbing.
“Not the same day, of course. A week before, but on the same beach. We were in the summer camp for Orphans of Boston. We sneaked out every night to make love and swim. It was a big love but sadly short.”
“Oooh Boston. I dunno what to say. I just…”
I don’t want to spoil the night with this. I’ve been waiting for her all day. So I get up, brush her face, look into my eyes and say “I love you Charlotte. You’re smart, beautiful and intemperate.” and I kiss her. She leans back, and pulls me to herself. I feel the fire in her shaking breath, as she spreads her beautiful legs.
Romantic, it is, but I have to admit it, it’s scratchy when you make love in the sand. Charlotte sweeps the sand off her pussy while lying on her side.
“That’s why I wanted you in water, but it wasn’t bad this way either.” She says happily.
She’s a goddess in the light of the campfire. Watching me how I stare at her, and she bites her lip again.
“You could give me 5 minutes to rest. Even I haven’t been eased down.”
“If you stare at me like this, you won’t.” Slightly rotates her waist. “I know the male body well Boston. I know what it can take.” She grins.
“Did you learn about it?” she nods a yes “Did you study medicine?”
“I’m still a medicoine.”
“A med student girl.”
“Awww … that explains this naughty libido.”
“‘Medicoines’ of Earth were famous from their hot blood. They knew and loved the joys of the body.”
“Ohhhh … and how many medicoines you had a chance with?”
“With one for sure.” I push my forehead to hers. “One, who tempted me with the smile of her eyes, while I was bound to the bed.”
“Oh yeah? And what was her name?”
“Come into the water and I’ll tell you.”
The water reaches waist-high within 5 meters from the shore. Charlotte suddenly starts to splash. The cold sends shivers through my heated body.
“Just you wait!” I reciprocate the splashing fast and with big force. It’s an interesting experience to play with water in 0.3 G. It’s easier. Goes farther in bigger drops. Like on a slow-motion footage. Charlotte’s body is astonishing in this surreal, slowed down shower. The chill of the 24° Celsius water makes her nipples perky. I catch her from the front and I grab her tits. She grabs my waist with her legs, and my neck with her hands. Then she descends on me.
“North Carolinaaaaaah.” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she moaned this and similar things before she climaxed, but this is not the same. “Dad’s calling! Fuck!”
Charlotte’s pussy clenches around my cock. I cum in her from surprise.
“Ooooh daaaaaamn!” I mumble on a stuttering tone.
“What?” she asks with a stinging gaze.
“Nothing” I look down to our groins forged together in the water. I’m still twitching from the ejaculation.
“Ooooh!” She lifts her eyebrow. “Did you cum in me?! … Like now?” then she smiles “It’s okay! It happens sometimes.” She says in a sweet tone, and kisses me on my mouth. “But shut up now! I’m making a call.”
She changes to her good girl tone.
“Hello, Dad?” I can’t hear the voice of the commander. I can only guess what he says from the other side of the line. “At Hydroculture. We came to swim a bit.” … “Yeah, she’s here too.” … “Swimming.” … “Me? At the shore.” … “No, I dunno what happened to the elevator.” Then she lifts her thumb to her ears, and mouth of articulated ‘Call Susan, now!’
She gets off me, then points me towards the shore, out of her hearing range.
“Navi! Call Susan.” I whisper and I hear the phone buzzing. - pick it up, pick it up! - it connects after the sixth ring.
“Hello Ben. I’m just getting ready to sleep. Is everything alright?”
“Well, uhhh, how should I say…”
“Get to point son, don’t beat around the bush.”
“The commander called Charlotte, while we was in the water having uhhh…”
“Yeah, that.” I hear that she laughs softly and I feel that I blush.
“Has Charlotte blocked the elevator?” Susan asks.
“Yeah, I think. It’s here with open doors.”
“Smart. She’ve learned it from me.” and she laughs again. “Hold the line, I’ll text her.”
And then silence for half a minute.
“Oooh yes. Told you she’s a smart gal! … Now I gotta get to you faster than Anton … What do you think, can you swim 300 meters in 4 minutes?”
“Never mind. Start swimming in the rotation direction. There’s a bulkhead halfway there, then colder water. It wouldn’t be bad if it will make your tool shrink a bit, in this case.” she laughs.
“Where’s the direction of rotation?”
“The way the currents flow on the surface. To the left from the elevator.”
“Thanks Susan. I’m off to swim!” And I hang up. “Navi! Start a timer! Now.” and the counter starts. From left to the elevator, next to the wall, the sand ends after 40 meters, then rapidly deepening water comes. There is no handrail on the wall. There’s no choice, gotta swim from here.
My legs can’t reach the bottom, It bothers me. Also that I’m swimming along the curvature of the station in the dark. The mobAR outlines the edges of the structure.
I swim in on the left side of a huge spinning ring-shaped pool, 200 meters in radius, 20 meters deep and 50 meters wide. I look back and see that the beach is a tricky, about 100 x 20 meters big, half submerged bedside platform. It would’ve been a perfect space luxury resort. The fish farm’s technical equipment is indicated 10 meters deep. The ring pool is split into four section along the elevator axis. This is the tropical section. The next one where I swim to is the freshwater one, about 14 degrees cold. The other two are the arctic ones, 4 degrees, and the fluvial, 9 degrees cold. The timer is around 3 minutes, when I reach the watershed wall. A 30 centimeters tall bulkhead rising out from the water. I pull myself up. I reach into the water of the other side. Brrr. 14 degrees. This is a cold one! Susan’s calling. I answer the call.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“I’m agonizing at the watershed at the moment.”
“Son, if you’re this slow, wait for me where you are. I’m at the shore. I get in the water and I swim to you.”
I wait for her on the freshwater side. 14 degrees. If you’re swimming around you can get used to it. Timer’s around 5:10, when I see Susan swimming toward me.
“Put this on Casanova!” she says quietly, when she arrives at the wall, and hands me a white underpants. “Anton doesn’t value the Edenian dress code.” She giggles quietly. She also wears undies, fortunately.
“So, we’re swimming then?”
“Let’s swim!” I answer relieved after struggling to put on the underwear.
The 24 Celsius warm sea feels like a thermal bath after the freshwater section. Susan takes lead farther from the watershed. She’s a way better swimmer than I. May she can drag me to the shore if I run out of juice, I hope.
“What’s up champ? You’re out of breath?”
“This is not my sport.”
The way back against the current was quite challenging for me. I struggled out to the shore by backstroke in the last 100 meters. The commander and Charlotte sit around the fire. Susan just exhaled when she gets to the shore, while I’m panting like someone who ran a marathon. 10:22, timer stops.
“Ooooh damn!” I turn on to my belly on the shore.
Dad and his daughter have a good laugh on me.
“I was afraid that I had to save him out.” Susan laughs too.
“Water is not a friendly environment for an astronaut.” I mumble with my face in the sand.
“You see? Told you to not swim in that far with her. But you had to show off.” Charlotte says while laughs.
“Join us around the fire, astronaut!” The commander invites.
“Just a sec. I gotta catch my breath.”