Fiction - 2041: A Space Nudity

I was alerted to the glitch nearly in real time by our on-board system. Consequently, it was no surprise at all to me when about 28 minutes later, a request came up from ground control to check it out. The secondary high-gain communications system had experienced a transitory anomaly. Ground control could not just say 'glitch', that wasn't sufficiently obfuscating, instead, we had 'transient anomalies'.

As the name implied, the secondary high-gain communications was a secondary system. We had used it early on in the mission to increase our bandwidth for things like interviews with the press and sometimes special family events. However, once the latency became too great, the antenna itself had remained stowed and the support equipment was placed into standby mode.

The system was in the central module. It was shielded to be sure, but not to the extent that the habitat and command modules were. It was probably not a micro-meteor impact as there was no sign of an atmosphere leak in the central module. My best guess was that is was probably a stray high-energy cosmic ray and that the anomaly would end up being classified as 'unknown'.

The central module was somewhat unusual. It was made using the same basic construction as the other modules, however, there were many more permanent handholds and footholds resulting from it being designated a permanent float zone. The habitat and command modules spun to generate an approximation of gravity, but the central module did not, partially so that the antennae pointed homeward and partly so that the outer modules had somewhere to rotate around.

Getting into the central module was a curious experience. You started climbing a ladder from the command module to the first of several weigh points. Each weigh point had it's own sealed access hatch and the first assent section required additional fall arresting safety equipment. I had some earphones in and was listening the 'Abbey Road' to pass the time. It was hard to believe that in 2041 this album still stands up so well.

The penultimate hatch was the fun part as it represented to transition between the spinning and stationery sections. It could be tricky for the uninitiated, but I'd done this trip many times and I made it through without a problem.

Upon finally reaching the last access hatch, I decided to just float and listen to 'Here Comes the Sun' with my eyes closed for a few minutes of solitude before proceeding. Once the surreal introduction to 'Because' started, I reluctantly opened my eyes, pushed-off a wall and gently floated over to the hatch.

The hatch to the central module opened outwards. OK, I suppose that technically the hatch to the module connecting to the central module opened inwards, but it had the same overall effect. I looked through the viewport, as per procedures, and saw that the hatch was unobstructed.

You could imagine how unprepared I was for what I saw next. As the hatch opened fully I was greeted with the sight of a shapely naked buttocks tumbling in front of me mid-somersault. This was followed very shortly thereafter by the hairiest outer lips that I had ever seen in space. Actually, the only outer lips that I had seen in space. As the owner's body continued to tumble, her widely spread legs, hands resting on her knees, sixpack abdomen, decent breasts, head and then eventually her back were presented to me before restarting with her buttocks and those gorgeous hairy outer lips.

"What the fuck?" I said caught somewhat off guard.

"Oh fuck! Sorry, we didn't expect visitors." said a disembodied female voice.

Slightly embarrassed, my naked cremate flailed uselessly in zero G continuing to tumble. She'd been in microgravity before and had trained thoroughly on how to handle most situations. Unfortunately, being unexpectedly caught naked by one of your crew mates was not a contingency that had been covering in training.

Her random panicked movements had only made things worse. Instead of just tumbling, she had now added some rotation to her predicament and the breasts and gloriously hirsute vulva that she was probably trying to conceal now came spectacularly back into view.

"We?" I asked removing my earphones.

"Yes sorry," the woman floating in front of me started, "Genevieve and I like to come up here from time to time and hang out 'au naturale' as it were."

"Nice work Gretchen. He didn't have to know that I was here too!" Genevieve said sounding more that a little peeved.

"Can you, um?" Gretchen asked.

"What?" I replied not knowing what she was asking.

"Can you either turn your back or stop me from rotating?" Gretchen said.

"No," I said as I ducked under her and floated into the module closing the hatch behind me in the process, "this is the best entertainment that I've had for weeks."

"I'm glad that you find this so funny." Genevieve said trying to cover her breasts as I floated past her. Oddly, her pubic hair was plainly visible.

"Funny? No, not funny, just familiar." I replied as I grabbed the closest handhold to the secondary high-gain unit.

"What do you mean, 'familiar'?" Gretchen asked finally managing to stabilise her spin with the help of a handhold that she manage to hook on to by one finger.

As I slipped my feet into the foot restraints and started to bring the system out of standby, I said, "Ladies. I grew up in a nudist household with three older sisters."

I paused for a few seconds to glance over my shoulder to see their reactions before proceeding, "I can assure you that there is nothing that you can do that would shock me.

"Nudist?" Genevieve asked.

"All the time?" Gretchen added.

"Well," I said, "we did wear clothes when we left to the house to go to school and do the shopping, but inside the house, yes, we seldom wore clothes.

"Really? All the time?" Genevieve confirmed.

"Mostly." I started, "Sometimes in the winter months we would wear jackets, but only in the morning when it was really cold."

"Three older sisters hey?" Gretchen said.

"Yes," I said as I turned to face my colleagues, "but that's not counting all of their friends that used to visit and take a dip in the pool."

With the diagnostics routine in progress, I flipped my feet one at a time so that I could turn to face Genevieve and Gretchen. Genevieve was still covering her breasts, but her pubic hair was clearly visible. Gretchen on the other hand seemed a little bit more relaxed and was just floating in the middle of the module listening to me.

Neither Genevieve nor Gretchen had particularly large breasts. Genevieve's were mostly obscured, but I could see enough to judge their size. Gretchen's on the other hand were enjoying their freedom and the illusion of fullness that microgravity provided. Gretchen's nipples were well and truly erect, no doubt a side effect of the central module being kept somewhat cooler than the other modules.

Both ladies had full and luscious bushes which was good to see. This was fairly normal for me as my sisters and mother never shaved their pubic hair. Some of their friends, however, did. Personally, I never understood why they did it, but it was their choice and if they wanted their bare labia on show, who was I to object?

"Prove it!" Genevieve said in a demanding voice.

"Prove what?" I asked.

"Prove that you're a nudist!" Genevieve continued in her demanding voice.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any family photos with me at the moment." I replied.

"Why don't you just get naked with us then?" Gretchen asked.

"What? Take my clothes off?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes!" Gretchen replied.

"In here?" I continued.

"Yes!" Gretchen replied again somewhat impatiently.

"With you two?" I asked with even more emphasis.

"Yes!" Gretchen and Genevieve almost screamed in unison.

"OK!" I said as I started to unbutton my shirt.

"What?" Genevieve asked in shock, clearly not expecting me to go through with it.

"Sounds great!" I started, "I haven't been properly naked since we left home."

As I slipped my shirt over my head I said, "You know, those crappy little wipes that they give us to 'bathe' with aren't really all that nice. Give me a good strong blast of a hot shower any day."

Now getting my pants off was the tricky bit. Until now, my feet were in one of the restraints keeping me in place. What I needed to do was hang on with one foot, remove my pants from the opposite leg, reacquire the restraint with my now naked leg and then finish removing my pants. Because of the inertial forces involved, to do otherwise would have sent me helplessly spinning.

"There you are. What would you like to do now that we are all naked?" I asked looking to my crew mates in turn.

There was silence at first. I suspect that neither Genevieve nor Gretchen thought that I would actually disrobe in front of them. Finally, one of them broke the silence.

"Holy shit!" Genevieve exclaimed finally removing her hands from her breasts staring at me in disbelief.

"What?" I asked.

"Your penis." Genevieve said pointing at the aforementioned body part.

"What about it?" I asked.

"It's, it's, it's." Genevieve started hesitantly.

"It's what?" I asked again looking down to my penis and then back at Genevieve several times.

"It's, I'm sorry. It's so fucking small, that's all." Genevieve finally said continuing to look at my weightless penis as it just floated there.

I certainly knew that I was not very well endowed in the old pork sword department, but I thought that I'd have some fun with the situation.

"Muscles atrophy in space without regular use you know." I said.

"You know that I'm a MD right?" Gretchen asked.

"Right." I responded.

"Trained in space medicine right?" Gretchen asked.

"Right." I responded.

"And you know what you just said was not necessarily generically incorrect, but in the context of the organ in question may be considered to be somewhat overstated?" Gretchen continued.

"Right." I paused before proceeding, "Anyway, I was just making light of the situation. People have this unnatural fascination with the size of certain body parts. I don't judge you by the size of your breasts do I?"

"I guess not." Genevieve admitted reluctantly.

"As long as a breast can deliver milk to an infant or a penis can deliver sperm into a vagina then they are fit for purpose and will thus avoid being weeded out by natural selection. Agreed?" I said.

"Yes, um sorry." Genevieve said.

"Agreed." Gretchen added.

At that moment, the diagnostics routine completed with a beep. I turned around to look at the results and as I expected, the system showed no problems.

"As I expected, the system is functioning nominally and the 'transient anomaly' has been categorised as 'unknown'." I reported to Gretchen and Genevieve as I turned back to face them.

"Good to hear." Genevieve said with a relieved sideways glance to Gretchen.

"OK, so who's like to learn how to maintain stability in a zero G tumble so that you don't inadvertently, say, whack into sensitive equipment?" I asked my crew mates.

Both ladies, now totally comfortable with the lack of clothing in my presence simply nodded their assent.

I pushed off slightly towards Genevieve and said, "The secret is that it takes two." grabbing a ceiling handhold just in time to prevent a collision.

"Let me show you. Give me your hand." I said extending mine towards Genevieve.

As Genevieve took my hand and let go with her feet, I guided her into the middle of the module.

Once she was in place I said, "Now, bring your knees up to your tummy, wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your chest. Ready?" I said.

"Ready." Genevieve responded after assuming the described position.

Touching only the back of her neck and the tips of her toes, I sent Genevieve into a slow spin.

"Move to the other side Gretchen and we can both keep her stable." I said.

Gretchen and her lovely weightless breasts moved opposite me so that our tumbling colleague was between us.

"Want to go faster?" I asked.

"OK" Genevieve replied.

I nodded at Gretchen as we both gently taped strategic places on Genevieve's body to get her up to speed.

After about a minute, Genevieve said, "Guys, I think that's enough now."

Gretchen and I both slowly brought Genevieve to a standstill and she uncoiled herself back to her full height.

"Sorry, I think that I just groped your arse." Gretchen said.

"That's OK." Genevieve replied with a quick smile, "It was just one of those things."

"Let's get you tumbling." Genevieve said as she looked to me.

Nodding in agreement, I took up my place between Genevieve and Gretchen and assumed the position, ensuring also that my penis and scrotum were snugly tucked between my legs. Not quite knowing where to touch me at first, they concentrated on my head and feet, but before long there were also some inadvertent contact occurred in other areas. As my head reached top of my sixth or seventh tumble and started rotating back towards the floor, I heard what sounded like the latching mechanism for the hatch behind me disengaging. . . . .