Greenwich Glow
"Astronomer Dr. Ife shows visitors the stars at the Royal Observatory. When photography student Marcus stays for a private evening session, she introduces him to celestial bodies of a different kind."
The Royal Observatory was empty except for Marcus and Dr. Ife. His astrophotography project required long-exposure shots of the night sky, and she'd granted him special access.
He'd expected a dusty academic. What he got was a goddess in a lab coat.
Dr. Ife was Nigerian, maybe thirty-five, with natural hair that formed a perfect halo around her beautiful face. Her lab coat couldn't hide her curves—full hips, generous breasts, thick thighs visible when she walked in those heels.
"The seeing is excellent tonight," she said, adjusting the telescope. "Minimal light pollution, clear skies."
"Perfect for photography."
"Perfect for many things." Her eyes met his over the telescope. "Shall we begin?"
She taught him the equipment with practiced hands, standing close enough that he caught her scent—vanilla and something deeper. Every time she leaned past him, her body brushed his.
"The aperture needs to be wider," she murmured. "Like this."
"Is astronomy always this... intimate?"
She laughed softly. "Only when the stars align."
They photographed Jupiter for an hour. But Marcus couldn't stop photographing her—the way the dim light caught her cheekbones, the way she bit her lip in concentration.
"You're supposed to be shooting space," she said.
"I found something more celestial."
She kissed him under the planetarium dome, surrounded by projected stars. Her kiss was precise at first, then chaotic—organized passion becoming supernova.
"I don't usually do this," she breathed. "But something about tonight. About you."
"The stars aligned?"
"Something like that."
Her lab coat fell away, revealing a dress that was anything but academic. It hugged every curve, and it came off easily in his hands.
"Show me other bodies," she whispered. "Closer ones."
They made love under the artificial stars, her thick body glowing in the projected light. She rode him like she was orbiting, her rhythm measured and building.
"Yes... yes... right there..."
Her moans echoed in the dome, surrounding them, becoming part of the cosmic display. When she came, she cried out to the stars themselves.
"Don't stop... more... I need more..."
He took her bent over the meridian line—Greenwich Mean Time running beneath them. The symbolism wasn't lost on either of them.
"Mark the moment," she gasped. "Make it count."
He did. Thoroughly. Her screams mixed with the distant sounds of the river, and when they both finished, they collapsed onto the observatory floor, breathless and tangled.
"That was..." he started.
"Astronomical." She grinned up at the dome. "Literally and figuratively."
Later, wrapped in her lab coat, they lay watching the real stars through the main telescope.
"Will you need more sessions?" she asked. "For your project?"
"Many more. If you're available."
"For you? I'll clear my schedule." She kissed his shoulder. "Some discoveries require repeat observation."
"How many observations?"
"As many as the universe provides."
His Greenwich glow was just beginning. And Marcus had found a constellation worth studying for a lifetime.