Like a Fox on the Run, стр. 127
The spacefarer’s coat by itself was a status symbol, indicating membership into an exclusive fraternity. No, it wasn’t a bunch of spoiled rich college kids, it was a brotherhood of men who pushed the envelope and opened new frontiers. Less a statement of fashion and more a product of innovation and practicality, it was designed to be fireproof, waterproof, warm, breathable, and allow a full range of motion. Manufactured from a special material, it was durable and rugged without being too rigid and uncomfortable. It also had a dual personality. Made like a full-length duster or frock coat, it had two split tails that fell to the knees in the back, much like a tuxedo jacket. These came in handy on long, chilly flights to Luna and later to Mars, back in the day when spaceships and domes were cold, damp, and drafty. They could serve double duty as a blanket, since such creature comforts were often overlooked or deemed “luxuries” by NASA and their contractors. When a pilot did not need, or want the “frock” mode, all he had to do was take the flaps and fold them up the back of the coat and Velcro them to strips attached up around the shoulders and neck, creating a waist-length bomber-style jacket.
“Try it on,” encouraged Lulah.
Tiger was apprehensive. It had been over a decade. Taking a deep breath, he thrust his right arm into its sleeve and then bent his left arm to find its sleeve while he brought the jacket around behind his back.
“Well?” she asked anxiously.
It was tighter than he would’ve liked it to have been. Obviously, he’d lost that boyish figure, but it still fit well enough.
“Well?” he asked, holding his arms out straight and turning a circle, modeling for her. “What ya think?”
It seemed to meet her approval as that hungry look came back into her eyes. “Damn! That brings back memories!”
She was on him before he could react, her arms around his neck as her mouth hungrily found his, as if to devour it. He recovered instantly. It had been sooo long … too long. Greedily, their tongues fought and wrestled, their mouths open and eager. His hands held her face, pulling it to him. It had been so long. Her hands were now trying to peel the very same jacket he’d just tried on for her right back down off his shoulders. Once he took the hint and finished shedding it, she then went to work on his cinch belt clasp, deftly unlatching it and pulling the Velcro fly open with skilled fingers.
He needed no more encouragement. Guiding her toward the bed, the two moved in unison, kissing, groping and leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake. She backed into the edge of the bed and fell back across it, moving up it using her elbows and heels. He was above her, eagerly keeping pace, using his hands and knees. Once she stopped, he succeeded in pulling her t-shirt over her head and arms and was now working in futility to get her bra unclasped. But his hormone-driven frenzy only made his fingers clumsy. Impatient, she brushed them aside and nimbly reached behind her with one hand and unlatched the DD bra. He took advantage of this reprieve to shed his shirt, a much easier task for him under the frantic circumstances. She easily freed the two heavy, pendulous breasts, the nipples now rigid since their nursing days. They were like plump, ripe blackberries, growing wild on an abandoned country fencerow.
He blew out sharply as he took in the changes of her matured physique. “Damn, Baby!” he exclaimed in admiration. “That’s one beautiful pair of gals you got there!”
“I guess having two kids ain’t all bad when it comes to a woman’s body,” she replied, her words turned quickly into moaning, his mouth was already taking in first, one nipple, and then the other, greedily sucking at them, as if he’d become a third needy, hungry surrogate child. It’d been too long since a man had touched her in such a way. And it’d been far too long since it had been him!
“Oh God!” She threw herself back flat on the bed, moaning, giving herself over to the sheer pleasure of his mouth on her skin. Her hands went to the back of his head, pressing his face firmly against her flushed skin. He continued pleasuring her. Eagerly kissing, licking, sucking, and tenderly nibbling her nipples and the skin surrounding them. When he began to move down her abdomen, she arched her back, offering her soft, smooth stomach to his lips. Kissing and licking his way down, he moved slow and patiently, building her anticipation … as well as his. When he reached her navel, the fingers of both hands hooked the waistband of both house pants and panties, pulling them down as she raised her ass to allow them to slide fluidly down to her ankles. Pulling one foot free and then the other, he tossed the garments carelessly away. His eyes now gazed at a beautiful Greek goddess lying under him, Botticelli’s Venus come to life, nude, voluptuous and curvy. He paused a second to take it all in, to appreciate it all. Her hips were more rounded now, her tummy not