<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Mars_test.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Lt Colonel Louise Cotter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Observation lounge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>"Allie Babe"</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>You need to ask? *eyeroll*</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Mmmmmmmm!" I growled appreciatively, admiring the gorgeous woman spread naked before me. I started slowly, now I had her where I wanted her, crouching and pushing my tongue into that sensitive spot in the small of her back, that I'd found one long, dark, boring afternoon in Antarctica. As I did so I quickly stripped off my own clothing. As I stood up again I trailed my tongue up her spine, leaving a glistening saliva trail. I was naked from the waist up as I reached the nape of her neck, and began nibbling there. My pants and undies joined Allie's on the floor and we were both naked but for our combat boots, socks and dog tags.<br/><br/>Now, I pressed my front hard against her back, my thick, dark bush tickling between her cheeks. My breasts, a lot less droopy in Mars' low gravity, pressed hard into her back and I began rubbing myself against her, moaning softly in pleasure as I did.<br/><br/>Now they were free of the task of removing clothing, my hands began the more enjoyable assignment of exploring the naked body of my lover. I reached up and ran my hands down her arms fron the wrists to her armpits. I knew she was ticklish there tjhough and I wanted her to stay still, so I didn't dwell, instead running my palms lightly down her sides, enjoying the familiar curves, reaching her hips and continuing South, down the outsides of her thighs.<br/><br/>When my hands were as low as they could get I had them retrace their journey, but slightly to the front. They slid up Allie's thighs and over the ridges of her pelvis, my fingertips making her tummy jerk in. Further up and the traced the outline of her wonderfully hand-shaped breasts, before continuing up to her shoulders, up her neck and into that unruly mop of ebony curls. In fact the only time I'd ever seen her hair neat was when we were all spruced up for the official pre-mission publicity photographs and the organisers had employed a top Paris stylist to do a number on each of the council members.<br/><br/>I tangled my fingers into the soft curls and buried my nose in them,. She smelled of sweat, chemicals and plastic, but I didn't care. She was mine.<br/><br/>Down again. My hands travelled over her face, trailing lightly over her eyelids, touching her lips, down the soft quivering column of her throat, across her collar bone and down her few upper ribs to those soft mounds. Here I paused. I wanted to enjoy the feel of them in my hands. I squeezed firmly, teasing her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, lifting and cupping, enjoying the soft roundness of them, before abandoning them, moving down. I smiled at the way her nipples, already rock hard, had just doubled in size as I watched my hands travel South.<br/><br/>They reached the oasis of her belly button and paused, dipping fingertips into the shallow pool in her tummy before moving on again. Finally my exploring fingers reached their ultimate destination, slidling lightly across the soft fuzz on her mound, hiding it briefly from view, before dipping between her legs.<br/><br/>I eased her lips open and sighed contentedly. "Base cleaner to Main dome level one for a spillage." I joked, almost killing the mood. "Oh Allie I love how wet I get you", I grinned and pushed two fingers from each hand into her well lubricated hole.