Her long brown hair gently floating in a mild breeze, beautiful Gabriella Haller-Altman smiled and took a selfie as her husband drove her up a ramp to the top deck of their colony ship the USS New Jupiter Island. When their shiny black convertible reached the top, she took a moment to examine the indoor beach with shiny golden sand, and clear blue water that went right to the edge of the glass dome that separated them from the cold vacuum of outer space, where one could see stars and the blinking signal lights of nearby spacecraft. She was wearing a short beach robe with a yellow two-piece bikini underneath, with a small enough thong that she had to spend time shaving her pubic area to avoid embarrassment.
As they began searching for their parking spot, whose time slot her husband Orin reserved online, he seemed to become stressed, so she took his hand placed it on her leg, and guided it up and down, reminding him of how smooth and warm her flesh was, and that he should be proud to be married to such a beautiful woman, just as she was proud to be married to such a disciplined and responsible husband that even got her out of jail.
Once they parked, Orin plugged in the charger, and Gabriella waited until her husband came around, helped her out of their car, and held her hand as they made their way to the observation lounge elevator situated at the edge of the glass dome. As they had reservations, they were allowed into the elevator and were taken up along the edge of the dome to the top, where a large cylindrical room with glass walls and ceiling sat, within which was a bar and kitchen in the center, and tables with seated customers throughout, able to look at outer space while enjoying cocktails or munching on appetizers.
While Gabriella strode through the lounge, her robe would open somewhat, exposing her sexy lean, and long legs, often distracting the men in the lounge, plus some women too. When she sat beside her husband, she noticed both the waiter and her husband peaking down her robe at her cleavage, but calmly smiled at the waiter to dismiss him; he got the hint, nodded politely to the two of them, showed them his smartphone with a QR code which Gabriella and Orin quickly scanned with their phones, and quickly strode off hoping to hide the bulge that formed in his trousers.
The QR code had taken Gabriella's phone to the lounge's menu, where she settled on Japanese edamame beans for them to have with their cocktails, of which she picked a non-alcoholic concoction, to avoid having either an empty or upset stomach while swimming. She used her phone's app to send the order to the kitchen, then reached underneath the table to grope at her husband's hardening penis. Not long after, she felt his hand on her knee, and it slowly slid up and down to fondle her lower leg and thigh, as they both looked innocently out the window pretending to be interested in what was happening in the emptiness that is outer space.
When the waiter returned with their beans and drinks, they each carefully used their free hands to eat and drink, while their other hands remained busy underneath the table, out of sight of the other patrons. Gabriella managed to unzip her husband's shorts and dip her hand into the opening to grab and stroke his phallus; meanwhile, she felt his fingers fumble beneath her g-string, touching her clitoris and labia. When she finished her drink, a finger managed to sip in between her labia lips and stimulate the sensitive flesh of her inner labia, and she groaned softly in appreciation, but they had to stop to pay the check and leave so that waiting guests could assume their table.
After their foreplay in the observation lounge, where Brad changed into his swimming trunks in the washroom, they returned to their car, grabbed their beach bag and blanket, and walked holding hands wearing nothing but their swimwear towards the beach area.
One of the favorite amenities of the fake beach was the tanning lights constructed overhead, to give the feeling that people were actually on a real beach on planet Earth, now a faraway place that lived only in their imaginations. Gabriella however had never been to a tanning salon, so she laid down a blanket on an empty spot on the beach, lay down face flat, and gave her husband the sunscreen to rub onto her.
After hearing him squirt the sunscreen lotion onto his hands, she felt them gently massaging it into her shoulders and the back of her neck, then down underneath her long brown hair, thoroughly coating her spine and back with the lotion. His hands then massaged her left arm, from shoulder to fingers, and back, and repeated the pattern with the right. He then straddled her, squirted some lotion onto her butt cheeks and legs, and rubbed it into her rear with circular groping motions, then slid his hands up and down her legs, enjoying the smooth, hairless sides and back of her gorgeous long stems, before getting up.
Gabriella had been enjoying his hands rubbing the sunscreen into her, and was aroused enough that it took her a while to realize he was done with her back, and then turn to lie on her back to face him, parting her legs ever so slightly to make room for her swelling labia.
Her husband then squeezed more sunscreen into his hands and rubbed it into her face, neck, and cleavage, his hands fondling her breasts as he coated them with the sunscreen. He then squirted some on her abdomen and rubbed it all over her front torso, including the undersides of her breasts that her bikini didn't cover. He then straddled her, squeezed sunscreen onto her legs, and massaged them lovingly, thoroughly lathering the front of her sexy athletic legs, then crawled his fingers up to her groin, where he carefully rubbed the sunscreen on all the flesh still exposed by her tiny bikini bottom, with her fingertips at times sneaking underneath and touching the edges of her labia lips, causing her to moan in delight.