Lunar Mining Facility US1487 - May 28, 2117
"Another day another 22 hours closer to freedom," I shout as I pull off my minesuit helmet and catch a whiff of recycled air in the locker room. I am here on a 3 year program where I will earn passage to a new world in exchange for mining He3 for use in the fusion reactors orbiting Earth. They send power to help maintain the massive thirst for energy that 18 Billion humans have. One of those reactors is special, a new design so powerful that it can open a worm hole and send settlers through, allowing humans to leave behind the bonds of Sol and find room to grow under a new star. It's expensive and risky and a helluva lot better then living in a slum in NJ making minimum and eating canned beans. I had to wait five years for my chance but my number came up and now I am 6 months away from a fully paid for seat on a settlers drop ship, a massive one way space ship design to carry 500,000 people and the gear necessary to tame a wild alien planet.
"At your pace it will take 22 years, slug", you reply as your helmet slides off. My shift leader, a woman tough as nails to work for but makes it as fun as mining can be by busting balls while making sure everything we need to do a good job is in place. I have seen her rip a procurement guys head off for not having the right equipment at the right time for our crew. She's also sexy as hell. These suits are supposed to keep you cool in the sun but are barely adequate and often its over 40C in here and you sweat like a marathon man so you tend to wear as little as possible so when she pulls that suit off I am always leering across the locker room to check out her collection of wild thongs and today was no different purple lace with pink zebra stripes. My boxers were threatening to make a tent so I had to tear my stare away. "So looks like mining agrees with you as she slapped my ass on the way to the showers," you blurt out making me jump and in low gravity I can't hide it. Everyone laughs and I immediately turn beet red grabbing my towel and heading to the shower behind you while the rest of the crew laughs at my expense.
As we round the corner to take a well deserved solar heated shower of newly recycled water, I grab your arm and give you a look. As we reach the last stall you shove me in and follow, "Look if this is going to work you are going to have to take a little extra busting so people don't think I am favoring you. Don't worry I will sooth your busted balls in other ways." you smile and help me out of my sweaty boxers as I reach down and relieve you of your sweet little thong. The first short blast of soapy water covers us in bubbles as we scrub each other down. I take my time enjoying the curve of your lower back that leads to your sweet, round ass which I soap with care reaching as deep as you let me before you giggle and wiggle away. You let your hands glide over my shoulders and down my arms gently squeezing my biceps before crossing your arms behind you and rubbing my now erect cock. I turn you around to let the next blast of water hit your hair which I gently rub into lather while staring into your eyes. "Stop that or else!" you say with a stern but gentle tone as your arms soap up my back and down to my ass. You grab hold and pull me in my erection sliding up your stomach on the soapy bubbles covering our bodies. The next blast of water is our last and we kiss as it rains down on us enjoying the solitude of our little cubicle shower on a cramped mining box on the moon dreaming of our future on some far away world with freedom, space and especially privacy.
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