"Computer ... set approach vector."

"Vector set."

"Ungphh... ! Oh, fuck... !"

"Captain Barding? Are you okay?"

Despite herself--shuddering from her sudden climax--Galina Barding couldn't help but smile at the innocence of Holly, her flight computer. As unmilitary as a pilot could look, the blonde, 25-year old scout pilot was hunched down in her chair with her khaki blouse tied in a knot beneath her breasts and her feet propped up on the flight console, digging into the flatscreen displays with the high heels of her shiny black platform sandals; her shorts, meanwhile, were pulled down around her knees while she slammed her quivering cunt with a slick, black 20 centimeter dildo.

"I'm fine," Galina said, pausing to let the oozing sauce drip from her hole--then resuming the urgent slamming of her pussy. "Steady--ungh!--on course--unph!--zero-two-zero..."

It also occurred to the scout ship pilot, as her pussy trembled and clutched at the flexsteel invader, that her superiors in the Galactic Scout Service might not approve of her conduct. But then again, unlike the regular fleet, the Scout Service was mainly composed of free spirits like herself--people with the initiative to make decisions on their own, light-years from the nearest base.

That was why the Scout Service was willing to let Galina--just 25 years old--fly a 100-meter mail courier single-handed through the Deep Frontier; they just didn't necessarily want the taxpaying public to think of them as a bunch of sex-crazed troublemakers.

"Well, okay," Galina muttered, finally slowing her frigging of her hole, "maybe we are sex-crazed. But I think I'm doing pretty well, considering I haven't seen a real man in 3 months."

"Excuse me, Captain?"

"Forget it. Time to dock?"

"Twenty minutes, Captain."

"All right, Holly," Galina said, pulling out her dildo and setting her sandal-shod feet back down on the steel deck; "I'll take over."

"Are you certain, Captain? You sounded occupied..."

"No, that's okay," Galina said, grasping the joystick on her pilot's chair with her right hand, and the drive throttles with her left; "you know, flying is my second-best skill."

"After what?"

"Well ... fucking."

A few minutes later, the cylindrical form of Way Station Gamma came into view--1000 meters long and 200 meters in diameter-- orbiting high above the planet Marqano. Actually a starship in its own right, Gamma was essentially an instant starport for Marqano, which had no orbital facilities of its own. As such, it would be host to jump shuttles, free traders and scout ships alike ... whoever had business in this godforsaken back-of-beyond.

For Galina, however, this would be a brief stop. Her current mission was to ferry data and parcels back to the Core--data that would otherwise take centuries to send by radio--so there was no time to goof off; she would take on hydrogen fuel, fresh stores and soon be back on her way.

It came as a surprise to Galina, then, when Base Commander Gerhard Bazyl called her during final approach.

"Galina Barding--long time, no see."

Galina smiled, recalling a lift she'd given him a few months earlier--and the 18 centimeter penis he'd serviced her with, for two straight weeks, in hyperspace.

"Likewise, Commander. I'm afraid on a tight schedule, but I should be alongside for a few hours if you'd like to come aboard and 'inspect' the crew."

"You mean yourself?"

"I am the only person on board."

"I might just take you up on that. But first I was wondering--do you think you could take on a passenger?"

"Sure. Who is it?"

"That's a surprise."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you are the girl with the huge shoe collection, aren't you?"

Galina rolled her eyes; for some reason, people always seemed to find her collection of spike heels, plats and 'fuck-me' sandals peculiar ... to say nothing of her lingerie collection, and her arsenal of dildos and vibrators. It seemed perfectly natural to her.

"Yeah..." Galina said, finally.

"Well, then you'll appreciate this passenger."

Genuinely curious, Galina waited until her ship was secured inside one of the cavernous docking bays of the way station, then unbuckled herself from her flight harness and clip-clopped aft to the main exterior hatch. This was located in the ceiling of the ship's upper deck, and Galina was about to ascend the ladder into the interior of the station when she stopped to consider the matter of her appearance; just in case her passenger was somebody important, she untied her blouse, then buttoned it up and tucked it into her shorts before ascending the ladder.

Not surprisingly, many of the men (and several women) inside the way station recognized Galina when she debarked; she wasn't all that picky about who she fucked--male or female--and it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling to recognize so many familiar faces.

When she caught sight of the stocky Commander Bazyl and his guest, however, she was momentarily stunned.

"Oh my God--are you Berrman Van-Meyo?"

Bazyl's guest--a dapper gentleman with black hair and graying temples--appeared surprised.

"You recognize me?" he said.

"Recognize you? You're only the greatest shoe designer in the entire galaxy!"

Bazyl turned to his guest.

"See? I figured you'd have something in common."

"This is so cool! But ... what are you doing here?"

"That wasn't my choice, I'm afraid. I was on a starliner bound for Reinheit--in the Core--but the hyperdrive malfunctioned."

"Wow ... this is so cool. I hope this bum Bazyl has been treating you well."

"Hey!" Bazyl said.

"Yes, everyone's been most hospitable. But I understand you're headed toward the Core yourself... ?"

"Well, Core Sector's still 12 weeks away--I don't have the fastest ship in the service. I would be honored, however, to give you a lift."

"I'm most grateful, Captain. Oh, but I guess I'd better get my luggage."

Galina watched him turn to go, and Bazyl followed her eyes as she watched his trim, nicely-shaped ass.

"You know," he said, finally, "it's amazing we actually pay you to do this job."

"Yeah, whatever. Want to fuck?"

Although Galina didn't tell Bazyl--knowing how fragile men's egos were--she couldn't help but fantasize about the dashing, intergalactic superstar gathering up his luggage as she straddled the commander on her bunk and speared herself on his throbbing-hard penis.

Fortunately, perhaps, that wasn't apparent to Bazyl; fully naked, Galina curled her feet underneath his thighs and ground her hips into his crotch, moaning with the pleasure of full penetration as his swollen helmet nudged her cervix, but her mind was elsewhere. Even as Bazyl cupped and fondled her breasts--grunting as Galina's pussy sucked and pulled at his cock--Galina closed her eyes and imagined Berrman Van-Meyo in her pussy. Then, as she and Bazyl began to move together, humping and fucking, Galina's mind went back to the fondest of memories from her youth...

But back in the present--even as Bazyl grabbed her hips, punching his penis upward like a steam-driven piston--Galina's strongest memory of that time was the hot, erotic rush she'd got in the starport mall when she'd purchased those Berrman Van-Meyo sandals. They were insanely expensive, and a little tight on her teenage feet (more accustomed to flats and tennis shoes), but in some weird way, that was her transition from a girl to a woman.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming... !" Galina gasped.

"Oh, Baby, you're so tight ... I'm not gonna last much longer..."

"Let it cum, Baby," Galina said, feeling her cunt-muscles suddenly begin to spasm--clutching and grasping at Bazyl's penis; "fill me with your cum..."

"Unghhh... !"

And then, suddenly, it was over. Galina felt the penis pulsing inside her, then a rush of wetness as her friend plastered her womb with his seed. Of course, the J-25 contraceptive implant she had in her arm put up a virtual force-field around her eggs, but it was still fun to feel a boy fill her belly with spunk.

"So we're even?" Galina asked, rolling forward onto Bazyl's chest, "for you letting me have Mr. Van-Meyo?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Bazyl said, finally letting his penis pop from her pussy. "Now let's put some clothes on before he gets here."

As Bazyl dressed, Galina decided to update her image with something (slightly) more dignified than she had been wearing; thus, she opted for a double-breasted uniform tunic, a purple wrap skirt, and the same black Van-Meyo sandals she'd worn the second time she fucked Blain 10 years earlier.

"You're going to give me a boner," Bazyl said, glancing at her bare legs, and feet propped up on 15 centimeter heels.

"Oh, get off my ship."

Bazyl grinned and departed. A few minutes later, Van-Meyo arrived with his luggage on a grav sled, and a bag over his shoulder.

"The Stuzzi model," Van-Meyo said with surprise, glancing down at Galina's sandals; "year 3086, I believe."

"These are my favorites," Galina said, mock-bashfully, hooking one foot behind the other.

"I remember designing those," Van-Meyo said. "I don't remember them ever looking so good, though."

"Oh, go on," Galina said.

"No, I'm serious; you have very nice feet. Have you done any modeling?"

"Me? No."

"We'll have to talk," he said, taking the bag off his shoulder; "in the meantime, is there a safe place I could put this?"

"What is it? Money?"

"Actually, it's a shoe prototype."

"Cool!" Galina said, grabbing the bag. "I'll keep it in my quarters."

"Okay..." Van-Meyo said, following Galina toward her stateroom. When she opened the door to access her personal safe, however, Van-Meyo was stunned.

"Are those ALL your shoes?" he asked, taking in racks upon racks of sandals and pumps.

"I'm sorry; they're not all your designs," Galina said, securing the bag and returning to the main passageway. "Your shoes are kind of expensive."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Van-Meyo said, suddenly taking her hand. "I've got a feeling you might have a new career in your future."

Galina blushed again--this time for real.

"I've got to go ... fly the ship," Galina said, after a long moment looking into Van-Meyo's blue eyes. "You can ... have that stateroom over there."

Galina launched her ship in a daze, and allowed Holly to plot and steer a course toward H-Point--a point about a half-a-million kilometers from Marqano, far enough away from the planet to activate the hyperdrive safely.

"Are you all right, Captain?" Holly asked.

"I think I'm in love," Galina sighed.

"Again?"

"Just fly the ship," Galina said. "Time to H-Point?"

"Two hours, roughly."

"So, Holly, what do you know about Berrman Van-Meyo?"

"Berrman Van-Meyo," Holly replied, "born Day 155, Year 3047, age 46. Raised on Terra and educated as a mechanical engineer; later became famous as a designer of shoes and haute couture fashions. Unmarried, with no known offspring. 'Galaxy 5000' estimates net worth in excess of 50 million credits..."

Galina sighed.

"Shall I continue?"

"No that's all right. Take over the conn, Holly."

"Aye-aye."

Going aft, Galina then startled Van-Meyo--who expected her to be on the bridge.

"Shouldn't you be flying the ship?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. Holly can fly the ship."

"Who's Holly?"

"Holofractal Synthetic Personality," Galina replied. "The flight computer."

"Ah. So how long will it take to reach Reinheit?"

"Well--as you know--we can't make it all in one jump. We'll need at least eight hyperjumps, and each hyperjump is about ten days."

"I guess we'll get to know each other a lot better, then."

"I guess."

And so Galina began what she expected to be a short process--stirring up Berrman Van-Meyo, getting him to fuck her brains out and fall in love with her. However, it did not go as expected.

Van-Meyo clearly liked her--he asked her about her background, places she'd been and things she'd seen--but he appeared reluctant to go any further. As the ship went into hyperspace, Galina let him catch a glimpse of her coming out of the shower, left her door open strategically so he could watch her change, and even a T-shirt that revealed the bottoms of her breasts ... yet he did not seem to take the hint.

"I'm sorry," Galina said, finally--sitting on the padded arm of Van-Meyo's arm chair while he read in the galley; "are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know you're used to being around pretty girls," she speculated. "Am I just too common?"

Van-Meyo put down his flatscreen and looked up at Galina.

"Common?" he asked. "Galina, you're gorgeous."

"So why don't you notice me?" Galina said, pushing her breasts forward between her arms. Between her half T-shirt, shorts and platform sandals, she wasn't wearing much.

"Galina," Van-Meyo said, with a sigh, "there's something you need to know about me. I have a medical condition..."

"Oh my God; are you impotent?"

"No..."

"An STD?"

"Not exactly..."

"Well, then, we should be fucking," Galina said, sliding down off the arm of the chair and into Van-Meyo's lap. He didn't appear to be upset--indeed, Galina could feel his boner beneath her ass--and she gently bent down to kiss him ... meanwhile picking up his right hand and lifting it to her left tit. Sucking at his lips and tongue, Galina then felt him slip his tongue into her mouth, even as he began to cup and knead her breast.

"You're beautiful," Van-Meyo said, finally, when they broke for air.

"And wet," Galina said, reaching down into her shorts to rub her pussy. "It's not every day my pussy gets to meet a celebrity."

"Well, it's not my cock that's famous," Van-Meyo said. "It's pretty stiff, though."

"Come on," Galina said, standing up on her high heels, and extending a hand to Van-Meyo.

Together, the pair then walked forward to Galina's stateroom ... its lighting already nicely subdued.

"Listen, Galina," Van-Meyo said, holding Galina and kissing her; "how would you like to see that prototype I brought with me?"

"Would I... ? Cool!"

Van-Meyo smiled, watching Galina move to open her safe and retrieve his bag.

"You know, my cock is going to be jealous of these shoes," Van-Meyo said, taking the bag and sitting down on the edge of Galina's bunk. Galina, meanwhile, sat beside him and watched with interest as he opened the fingerprint-scanning lock. Inside the velvet-lined interior were a pair of shiny red shoes that somewhat resembled the shankless sandals Galina was currently wearing, except that these had no straps directly attached; her heart racing, Galina realized immediately that they must be air sandals--a relatively new style of shoe that propped up the wearer's foot on a computer-controlled force field. Unfortunately, at more than 1000 credits a pair, Galina had no such shoes yet in her own collection.

"Are those air sandals? I so want those!"

"Air sandals are fascinating," Van-Meyo said, "but they have been around for a while, so that isn't the secret. The secret is polymorphic material analog—-PMA--what these shoes are made from."

"You mean they can change shape? How?"

"Well, basically, you think about a design, and they form it."

"That is so cool! Can I try it?"

"Actually, I'm the only person who can make them change shape; the customer will be able to do that with the commercial model, but not with this prototype."

"Well, can I wear them anyway?"

"I would be honored," Van-Meyo replied, sliding down onto the floor on one knee, and surprising Galina by personally unbuckling the straps of her sandals. After slipping off her sandals, he then pulled a pair of decorative red straps from the case and wrapped them around Galina's ankles. Although the air shoes had no straps of their own, Galina knew that these straps--resembling the straps of ordinary dress sandals--would help to control the force fields of the sandals; but of course they were also sexy in and of themselves, as Galina could tell from Van-Meyo's boner after he buckled the straps in place and she arched and flexed her feet for him.

"Sorry about that," Van-Meyo said, pausing to adjust his cock in his pants. He then pulled the sandal soles from the case and slid them in place under Galina's feet. The sandal soles seemed small at first (designed for a size 4 foot rather than Galina's size 6), and Galina could tell they were dense and heavy because they resisted budging when she tried to roll them under her feet; but then, amazingly, the shoes expanded to fit Galina's feet, and the force fields began to form, lifting Galina's feet as if they were floating on air.

"How cool!" Galina said, waiting until the field stabilized before pushing herself off the bed and into a standing position. With her feet floating 6 centimeters above the soles of her shoes--which in turn were 9 centimeters high--Galina then took a few tentative steps and watched with amazement as the soles of her shoes followed the movements of her feet precisely, while maintaining the precise 6 centimeter separation.

"It's like walking on air!" Galina gushed. "And they don't feel heavy at all..."

"Processors in the shoes compensate for their mass," Van-Meyo explained, "so it's easy to forget you're even wearing them. Which has been a problem sometimes, because they're obviously easy to steal not being directly attached to the foot. I've been to more than one holovid premiere where a starlet went home missing a shoe..."

"I'd have to shoot anybody who tried to steal these," Galina replied, continuing to prance about for several minutes before a thought occurred to her.

"So, how do you take these off, if you want to?"

"That's simple; just apply pressure with the tips of your toes, and the force field will disengage."

Galina did so, pressing her nicely-pedicured toes downward and seeming to stand on tip-toes in mid-air for a moment; the force fields of the shoes then disengaged and her feet floated gently back into contact with the soles of the sandals. Intuitively, Galina guessed that pressing her toes downward again would re-engage the fields, and indeed she was floating above her shoes again a moment later.

"I think I'm in love," Galina said. "But how long will the power last? They probably have to be recharged every day, right?"

"Actually, no; the act of walking compresses energy cylinders which recharge the generators, so you could probably wear them for years ... if you were so inclined."

"I might be," Galina admitted. "But what were you saying about the polymorphic feature?"

"I'll show you," Van-Meyo said, dropping to one knee and wrapping a hand around Galina's right ankle. "Suppose you wanted something more chunky..."

He then closed his eyes to visualize the design, and Galina was stunned to see the straps and shoes transform before her eyes, even as her feet remained suspended in mid-air; after a moment, the straps flowed across the tops of Galina's feet and re-formed into decorative brown simuleather uppers, matching the appearance of the shoes as they in turn took on a chunkier style. Since these shoes had a slightly lower heel, Galina surmised that the amount of material composing the shoes must have remained constant between the red base model and this chunkier version.

"Wicked!"

"Or ... perhaps something more dressy..."

Whereupon the uppers re-formed into shiny black ankle straps, and the shoes transformed into matching black wedges uncannily similar to the Stuzzi plats Galina had worn earlier, pitching Galina's feet back upward to a lofty height of 15 centimeters.

"Awesome!"

"Ether Nova actually wore this style at the Galaxy Awards last year," Van-Meyo said, continuing to hold--and now caress--Galina's right ankle, "but they look even better on you."

"She has smaller feet."

"Size 6 is just right," Van-Meyo replied, bringing up his other hand to caress her other ankle, then moving on to caress the bare flesh of her heels, insteps and soles.

"They are really comfortable," Galina said. "How do you do that?"

"Well, we do have antigravity recoil compensators in the heels ... and the PMA is very sensitive."

"So if I wanted to buy these... ?"

"I'd start saving. These are appraised at 500,000 credits."

Galina drew a deep breath, then lifted her right foot--along with the black shoe suspended underneath--and pressed her toes into his groin, feeling the erection in his trousers.

"I don't have that much," she said, rubbing Van-Meyo's cock until it was fully stiff, "but maybe we can come to an arrangement..."

Van-Meyo responded by opening his trousers to release his penis--a handsome slab of meat 18 centimeters long--and Galina continued stroking it under her toes, noting the pre-cum soon sliding between her toes as she worked the oozing head.

"What were you thinking?" Van-Meyo asked.

"How about you let me borrow them," Galina suggested, "while we fuck."

Van-Meyo nodded, and his eyes rolled back in his head as Galina continued her footjob; he regained his focus a moment later, though, gently taking hold of Galina's right ankle and closing his eyes to concentrate.

"Are you changing the design?" Galina asked.

"No," Van-Meyo said, opening his eyes and letting go of Galina's ankle, "just locking the shoes to your feet, so we won't accidentally lose them."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Well, sure I trust you; but my insurance company doesn't trust me."

Galina frowned, but the shoes didn't feel any different; she just wasn't able to disengage the force fields by pressing down her toes like she did earlier.

Oh well, Galina thought, guiding Van-Meyo to the edge of her bunk, and pulling up a chair so she could continue the footjob more comfortably; this certainly isn't the weirdest thing I've ever done...

By the time Van-Meyo finally entered Galina a half-hour later--sliding his drooling cockhead in between her swollen pink labia, then pushing his vein-studded member into her slippery sheath--both he and his partner had already given each other several satisfying orgasms. First Van-Meyo delighted Galina by squirting a generous fountain of cum onto her right foot (proving the air sandals were cum-resistant), then Van-Meyo returned the favor with skillful cunnilingus, exploring Galina's shaven pussy with his tongue and fingers, then Van-Meyo surprised Galina by spurting a second geyser of cum across her boobs after a combined blowjob and titty-fuck.

"You've sure got a lot in your tank!" Galina remarked, savoring the grassy smell of her idol's cum on her breasts, and the pulsing warmth of his cock between her boobs.

"You don't know the half of it," Van-Meyo said, and Galina realized what he meant a moment later; although his cock softened for a moment, it was soon fully hard again.

"You're still hard? What are you, a cyborg?"

"Not exactly," Van-Meyo said, gently rolling Galina underneath himself. "You're just so hot, I can't help myself."

Van-Meyo then guided his member into Galina's juicy hole, and Galina gasped accordingly when she felt his bloated balls come to a rest on her ass, and his stiffness filling every inch of her.

"Oh, fuck, you're so hard... !" Galina gasped, as Van-Meyo started thrusting in-and-out. "Are you sure you're not married?"

"Not the last time I checked," he replied, pulling back slightly, then slamming in hard on the in-stroke.

Van-Meyo was obviously skillful, grinding slow at first to get Galina loosened up, then varying the pace to surprise Galina. Occasionally he would pull out almost all the way, and Galina's gut would tighten up with anticipation as she waited for the in-stroke; then she gasped with surprise as Van-Meyo smashed back inside her, savored her clenching tightness for a second, then returned to slapping her ass with his balls as he started another cycle of rapid-fire fucking. Thus, Galina felt no impulse to daydream like she did with Bazyl, although there was certainly something surreal about being pounded by Berrman Van-Meyo while continuing to wear his high-fashion sandals. During one interlude of slow-paced fucking, Galina did wonder idly how many celebrities might have been pounded by that same supercock--perhaps wearing those same sandals--but that reverie ended abruptly when Van-Meyo picked up the pace again, and Galina's next orgasm broke suddenly.