I was watching. Scrutinizing women and men, boys and girls, men and men, girls and girl--all the possible combinations--careening with one another across the large open space with an unbelievable view of the stars below through the over-engineered perspex.
They were dancing--a couple floating above was fucking through their skintight snaptex. Her body was arched backward--as was his--as he ground into her and her hands held onto his back while they spun slowly end over end in a gravfield, keeping them from floating out onto the dance floor.
Other couples were going at it, too, the bass pounding through the combined flesh that felt only pleasure and occasional release, augmented by a low-grade CAT Neuron with seduction protocols.
Gurney was horny when he returned with the drinks, dropping them into their molded plastic slots between us. I could see the bulge in his shorts.
"Look what I see," he said, motioning up and to his right with his eyes.
An ultra-attractive blonde, hair pulled up and back so as not to be in the way, was coming onto a dark-haired girl. The blonde's breasts floated freely, her nipples large and succulent--only a tight pair of snaptex surrounded her ass and dipped down around her upper legs to nest between them. The dark-haired girl wasn't particularly stacked, but she had a young, tight body. The blonde was smiling, caressing the dark-haired woman's breasts, reaching up under her sportstop to caress nipples that were hardening.
I saw something shift slightly in the blonde's snaptex--an I-toy. It would've been erotic, but I knew how this episode ended: The blonde would be on top and the dark-haired girl wouldn't be herself anymore.
In another moment, the blonde had dipped down in front of the dark-haired girl's crotch and was rubbing and caressing and kneading like no tomorrow. Floating backwards, the dark-haired girl pulled at the blonde's hair to stabilize herself and smiled--the blonde must've found a persuasive place to poke.
In a moment, the blonde was leading the dark-haired girl away and we were following them, bouncing discreetly across the dance floor after them, avoiding merging flesh and the occasional floating blob of unidentifiable sexual juices escaped from the snaptex and on their way into the filtration system.
Maybe I could save this girl--even though I had bigger fish to fry. Maybe with Gurney's help.
But, probably not.