First Encounter

I could write about storms or sunshine, I could regale you with tales of drama and debauchery, or I could lament, but oh how I’ve already lamented (can one ever lament too much though, really?). Surely those aren’t the only options but less I digress into endless list making and distract myself from the tale at large….I mean the tale on the tip of my tongue begging to come out! Only, you’ll never believe me if I tell you, will you? There’s only one way to find out, as the old saying goes.

This tale is not like the others, or maybe it is, a little bit. But in a lot of ways its really quite different. Like I said, you have to go with me a bit, suspend your disbelief, slip into the grey area of the imagination, well I mean it should really be called the rainbow prism of the imagination, but yet again I digress.

There’s something so tantalizing about the start of a good story, the way you lean in closer and adjust yourself accordingly to get the best view or earshot or whatever. It must be human nature, the art of gossip, of talking amongst one another, about one another. Yet this is a tale about me. At least I think it was me, at this point it almost feels like a dream.

You’re probably wondering what’s going on, when is the story going to start. I promise this is all going somewhere, I’m not building you up just to bring you down. I just want to set the stage, set the mood, set the tone, really. Once we reach the peak I’m sure you’ll understand my point.

Anyways, here goes, like promised. I’m about to start. It was a night like no other, I was listening to music; something soft and unassuming, real background music type vibes. I was paying light attention to my surroundings, growing dimmer as the late autumn sun crawled beneath the horizon. I shivered slightly, feeling the cool chill brought on by the last kiss of summer. I had layered up, knowing the warm days could turn deceivingly brisk, but I had to admit the layers were light and the outfit was of course for looks more than function.

Now we’re getting to the part where you probably won’t believe me, but I swear you need to just trust me, suspend your disbelief. So there I was walking along the near deserted backroads, fields on either side of me, filled with various crops and animals, houses few and far between, the music humming gently in my ears, I skip along really, more than I walk. My own personal music video. At least in my head. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Okay so here’s where it gets weird.

I am suddenly overcome by a spine chilling feeling, like a line of ants just crawled up my back as my blood runs with ice. Then I see it, the telltale blinding light that starts every story like this. And I hear the strange hyper-realistic sound, a noise I both can’t quite place and seem to have always known. I am scared in a nervous way yet something cements my feet to the ground and my music has seemingly shut off to match the mood. (Smart phones really are getting too smart).

After what feels like forever the light dims down to a visible level and I see a shiny metal shape emerging in the distance. A round disk with flashing lights and high-tech looking gear and knobs and nozzles protruding from every which way. The door starts to open; my breath catches in my chest. The world seems to hit pause. Only the door is moving. Slowly. Painfully slowly. A figure emerges from the smoke – do they have a smoke machine on board?! The way my brain wanders….even at a time like this.

Suddenly the figure approaches me, my feet still held in place by their invisible bonds. I can’t help but feel the excitement creeping up through my toes, up through my calves, my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my neck, right up to the very crown of my head. My eyes adjust to the strange surroundings and focus on the figure approaching, expecting……expecting………well not at all what the fuck I’m seeing right now.

Before me stands the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Tall, dark, handsome, all of the classic adjectives and some how more. His eyes betray a sort of emotional intelligence and softness, yet he is unmistakably smouldering with masculine energy. Suddenly I am scared, but in a whole new, excited way. In fact I can feel my tiny lacy thong growing wetter by the second. What kind of sick mirage was I experiencing?

He continues his slow determined stride towards my frozen figure. I stand mesmerized and curious, on the edge of my seat….or I guess feet, waiting to see what would happen next. Suddenly he was standing right in front of me, more perfect and glistening closer up. The aura he was exuding was impossible to ignore. The seemingly ideal specimen a few inches away. “Don’t be scared.” said the low, steady voice, reading my mind. “My name is X7Gh8jI90- HU*, but you can call me Xavier” he said with a smirk. He, there I go gendering the alien.

“Would you like to see my ship” his voice was almost playful, his eyes impossible to read now. “I……I………yeah sure” was all I could muster. He took my hand and suddenly electric shocks ran through my body and my feet were once again able to move as normal. I followed Xavier without hesitation towards the ship. I was almost certain no one would ever believe me at this point, but I couldn’t help but see it through.

I climbed slowly up the ramp towards the, really honestly rave-resembling, inner hull of the spaceship. “This is my, uh crib, I think you would say here?”. With that I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, momentarily forgetting that I was in the presence of ET. You would expect Xavier to blush, but no, he smiled, seemingly delighted by my amusement. What a captivating creature. Xavier continued to show me around the lofted space, the various control panels and command centres looking absolutely sci-fi, while the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms looked exactly like they would on a cruise ship. I was definitely impressed. Yet I couldn’t help myself…..

“Where do you sleep……..amongst other things” the last part was under my breath, or so I thought. Xavier smiled at me again, this time in a more devouring, salacious kind of way. Again I felt shivers, but this time they weren’t up my spine. “Let me show you” he said, his voice delicious black velvet. This was unlike any of the space media I had consumed, or even heard of.

Again Xavier reached for my hand, each time he touched me a new spark ignited somewhere deep down inside of me. It was a longer walk than expected, though once there it did not disappoint. Aliens really know how to do comfort and luxury, let me tell you that much. There was rich colours and plush fabrics, ornate metals and glasses, tasteful and bold. The pièce de résistance a gorgeous California king (and then some, honestly), a canopy bed with sturdier than usual looking posts and the same dark, rich, plush, ornate theme that encompassed the entire room.

I walked around the room, taking time to look at all of the various features and decorations, doing my best to avoid the bed, certain that it was the only thing on both our minds. “Like what you see?” Xavier asked, though I had a feeling it was more of a thought than a question by the way it seemed to come out in a purr. I turned towards the bed and walked over, running my hand along the ever soft duvet while looking him straight in the bright green eyes. My breath caught in my throat at this point, again time seemed suspended as I calculated my next move. Suddenly I was at the left bottom post of the bed and I noticed a metal ring. “What’s this?” I asked.

Now he really grinned, full on sinister like, and yet, I had never been more turned on in my life. My pussy was on fire at this point and it took everything to maintain eye contact and not let my eyes roam down his tight body to check if his pants were as tented as I hoped they’d be. Xavier strode confidently over to me and swooped me up with what seemed like the movement of a prima ballerina, yet I could feel his strength enveloping me. I had no idea what I was doing at this point. I just knew I wanted to keep going. His hand grabbed the side of my face firmly drawing it towards his own as his soft lips pressed into mine, his tongue just gently grazing the entrance of my lips as I yielded to him completely.

Xavier opened the drawer beside him and pulled out four cuffs with silver chains that matched the rings that I now realized were on all four pillars of the bed. “Now, I’d hate to ruin such a sexy outfit. Why don’t you take it off for me” he commanded. I obeyed. I slipped off my clothes, hands trembling slightly, me trying desperately to hide my growing excitement. “Everything” he purred again, once I had gotten down to my bra and panties and hesitated. I looked up at him through my lashes, daring him to make the next move. He flipped me so that my head was facing the end of the bed, slightly hanging off the edge, my back on the mattress and quickly secured the four cuffs and chains to my arms, legs, and the bed posts, respectively.

He stepped away, standing in front of my now upside down view, he began to remove his own space clothing. He revealed a body that was as perfect as I had imagined, so much so that I basically started salivating as he removed his shirt and began to unfasten his pants. I couldn’t wait for what was to come next. Xavier slid his pants down painfully slow, his black boxers betraying the ever present bulge growing harder by the second. “Are you ready” he taunted as he stepped towards me, finally hooking his thumbs into his waistband and lowering the last layer of fabric off his chiseled body.

His hard cock sprung out and it was the most perfect delicious looking dick I had ever seen in my life, I had to have it in me at that very moment. I went to reach out for him instinctively, forgetting my shackles. He laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes” he pushed his tip into my mouth, my tongue eagerly awaiting it’s entry, as I began to lick and suck all the way up and down his shaft as he thrust gently in my mouth. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his long hard cock beginning to hit the back of my throat as he deep-throat-face- fucked my eager mouth.

Suddenly his hands started working down my body, first massaging my breasts than moving ever so painfully slow down my taut stomach towards my aching pussy. He found my clit with expert dexterity and began to massage his fingers around it, all the while pressing his palm down onto my mound stimulating all the nerves he could with one hand. I wiggled under his weight and his hands, now working tirelessly to make me cum. I couldn’t help myself as I felt my pussy began to tighten and I lost control of my mouth, not that it mattered, the way he was driving the ship at that point.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he growled at me, suddenly sounding animalistic, or rather, alien-istic. He was on top of me in an instant, the weight of his gorgeous body pressing against mine ever so sensually. He looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply, for a moment, we simply explored each others bodies, while our mouths did the talking, in quite a close and contained way. Xavier pulled away and directed his rock hard throbbing cock towards my slick entrance, teasing the slit with the head of his dick. “Please…..fuck me already” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. With that he plunged his stiff member into my opening and I saw stars instantly, I had never felt such instantaneous pleasure, not an orgasm, but the immense decadence of the tease.

His thrusts were impeccable, alternating speeds, depths and strength at varying, delectable intervals, all the while one hand continued to stimulate my pulsing clit while the other squeezed my neck in just the right way. I squirmed unable to contain myself as I felt another orgasm begin to build from deep within me. “I….I’m……..I’mmm gonnnnna cum” I stuttered again, my brain melting under the effects of extreme pleasure. “Good.” was all that came as response. Suddenly I felt it building from my pussy, spreading outward through my limbs, my neural pathways seemingly all alight as I began to gush, squirting and cumming at the same time. “Thats a good girl” Xavier purred with ferocity as he continued to pump in and out of me all the while the waves of pleasure rode through me, racking my body.

“Now it’s my turn” he said, breathy and excited, “open your mouth”. I did as I was instructed without even thinking, he shoved his dick down my throat once again and a torrent of salty sweet hot liquid poured down it. I lay there panting, unable to process what just happened, as Xavier removed the cuffs and scooped me onto his lap, petting my hair, kissing me all over. “There’s just something about you” he mused, half to me, half to himself, fully to some entity known as the universe. I told you you’d never believe me once I told you my story.