[strg] [2003-08-26] Strange Companion [MFF?]
Strange Companion, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
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Word Count: 582
Elena and Marco lay side by side in the late-summer
heat, their bodies bare and glistening both from nature's
own humidity and their recent efforts in mutual pleasure.
The wind made the lake's waves ripple and their picnic
basket sat empty, the various bits of paper wrap and emptied
plates as much a testament to sated hunger as their own
naked, resting positions.
Elena squeezed her lover's cock, softened but still a
wonderfully firm weight in her hand, and looked at the sky
as her heartbeat came down to normal. "Look at the clouds,
Marquito," she cooed. "Aren't they pretty? Why that one
looks just like the state of Florida!"
Marco tweaked the nearer of Elena's puffy nipples and
yawned. "Then Castro must be trying to retake our friends,
because that cloud looks like it's coming right down on top
of us!"
And indeed it was moving down in a most un-cloudlike
fashion, until it surrounded the small bower of privacy
where the two lovers had come for their time together. Up
close, the stuff felt like soap bubbles; they both giggled
at the sensation.
From somewhere in the middle of the foggy mass, they
heard the sound of a door opening. Two shapes loomed
indistinctly approaching them, but strangely they felt no
fear. Their giddy mood became an all-out fit of laughter as
the first of the beings came into clear view.
The best description might be one's well-endowed maiden
aunt, if she were in the habit of sunbathing nude and
walking around wearing only a paisley waist pouch and a pair
of cat-eyed sunglasses. Elena's mood darkened slightly as
she felt Marco's erection throb at sight of the stranger.
The woman, for that was how they had to think of the
alien, stood over the two of them. A strange lassitude
gripped both Marco and Elena, and they could only lay there
as the woman peered at them and softly ran her six-fingered
hands over their bodies. With one hand she penetrated
Elena, and with the other she impaled Marco, and both hands
set up an alien yet intimately familiar rhythm.
First Elena, then Marco, cried out in passion as their
bodies responded to the stimulation. From the waist pouch,
the woman pulled out an uncovered jar and held it to catch
Marco's ropy streams, then she drew forth her fingers from
inside Elena to carefully wipe their sticky coatings into
the same jar.
The two lovers stared up sightlessly into the fog, lost
in their own separate erotic dreams, as the alien covered
the jar and leaned over each one, staring at them through
the cat-eyed sunglasses for a time before nodding her head.
A few moments later... or could it have been an hour...
Elena and Marco lay side by side in the late-summer
heat, their bodies bare and glistening both from nature's
own humidity and their recent efforts in mutual pleasure.
The wind made the lake's waves ripple and their picnic
basket sat empty, the various bits of paper wrap and emptied
plates as much a testament to sated hunger as their own
naked, resting positions.
Elena squeezed her lover's cock, finding it not softened
from their lovemaking but rather still full, throbbing in
her grip, and if anything larger than she remembered it.
She rose and straddled him, looking at his instrument of
pleasure. "Twice in the afternoon? You do the sweetest
things for me, mi corazon!"
Somewhere in the sky, a stray cloud moved outward.
///// Completed 08-26-2003 by Rajah Dodger
rdodger@hotmail.com
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