Page 14 of Kissed By the Alien
I’ve never been kissed by an alien, but as I look down at Lexi, I realize she doesn’t appear alien to me. While she lacks horns and does not have blue skin, there’s a warmth to her, an openness that is so welcoming, like being home.
“See her?” Lexi tugs my arm and points to a woman exiting a car. The bright red dress molds to her form beautifully, especially her breasts and ass. “You can tell she’s single. No ring on her left index finger and she’s surrounded by men.”
“You don’t have a ring on your finger.”
“I’m single too, but I don’t look like her, which is why I’m never swarmed by a bunch of gorgeous men. Just you. But one is all a gal needs, right?”
I glance at the other female again. I admit she’s quite beautiful. Dark hair flows about bare shoulders as her blue eyes fall on each of the males talking to her. They speak of meaningless things. The weather. The number of pounds they can lift. One male brags about how easily he can get reservations at any restaurant in the city. No matter what the males say, she laughs. There’s no substance to the female. No wit, nor eyes which speak with heart. I turn my back to her. Let those males have the tall female. I’ve already found a treasure in Lexi.
My eyes run down her form, taking in her shabby coat. It’s torn in places, and dirty in others, but the weathered coat doesn’t tarnish her appeal. In some ways, it heightens my awareness of her. She either doesn’t notice how the other females dressed for this event or she could not afford better.
Or she doesn’t care what others think about her. Or she does, which is why she hides beneath all those layers. I wish to unwrap the mystery that is Lexi… as well as unwrap the female herself.
I tug on the collar of her coat, not brave enough to reach higher, and stroke her cheek uninvited. “Are you still hiding yourself from me, female?”
“Tell me, Warrior, if I had walked the streets of L.A. at this hour, wearing one of those fancy dresses in high heels like those other women, do you think I would have made it here?”
“You would have been a target for males who prey on females. And unable to run in the impractical shoes these women wear.”
“Precisely. But don’t worry. I came prepared.”
She walks past the hotel entrance, to a secluded spot between two potted trees, unties her coat, and lets it slide off her shoulders, revealing a red satin dress beneath. It’s not the dress that catches my attention, but her figure.
Curvy hips and full breasts draw my eyes. I could have fun there. Before my imagination wanders, my gaze continues down to her round ass. This female is all curves and I expect very soft. It will be a challenge keeping my hands to myself tonight. Everything about her calls to me, especially how her mouth tips up when she catches me looking at her figure. Drekk, I’ve never seen a more confident, beautiful woman. Ever.
With a flick of her wrist, Lexi unknots the belt around her waist, and more satiny fabric tumbles down around her legs. The bottom half of her dress covers the tops of the large clunky boots she’s wearing.A canvas bag smacks the pavement at the same time, a pair of spiked heels spill out. Lexi quickly strips out of the boots, revealingdelicate feet and cute, red painted nails.
I’m intrigued. Not only by how deliberate she was in her disguise but by how thorough her transformation is. Anyone seeing her before could have easily mistaken her for a male. But now, with her lush curves and beautiful face no longer hidden, no one could see her for anything less than the beauty she is.
When she teeters on the tiny shoes, I grip her waist to steady her. Electricity shoots through me. Not the type from a blaster either. More like from really good sex, but better. More intimate.
The long red dress beautifully drapes Lexi’s torso, but not her shoulders. Those remain bear with a thin strap wrapping around her neck, holding the top of the dress in place. The faint outline of her collar bone beneath her skin entices me. I like a female with extra flesh. They’re softer and ample curves make it easier to grip a female’s hips for a wild night of fucking.
To no avail, I will my pleasure cock to relax. It’s bad enough my hands itch to touch Lexi, but now the rest of me cannot forget the image my brain conjures. Lexi on her hands and knees. Lexi sitting on a counter while I drive into her. Lexi...
... is not mine to touch. She’s here because I needed a female to accompany me and she wants the gun I promised her. And I have yet to determine if she’s an innocent—as I hope—or involved with the Brotherhood.
After she withdraws one last item from the bag, a red satin wrap with crystal beaded edges, Lexi stuffs her coat and boots into the bag and places it behind one of the potted trees. She drapes the wrap around her shoulders and twirls.
This time more than blonde curls catch the moonlight and I realize she will have many eyes on her. Male eyes.
“Like?” she asks.
Stunning. Absolutely stunning. This female doesn’t need jewels in her hair or draped all over her. Her confidence makes her shine brighter than any gem.
“Perfect.” It’s the only word I say, but she smiles, to my relief.
Lexi bends both knees, dipping while holding the dress out on both sides. A formal bow, I guess. Whatever she’s doing, I have a wonderful view of her breasts. My cock—cocks?—strain against my trou.
My mating cock has never been hard before. Most likely it’s not rising and my overly hard pleasure cock is crowding it. I haven’t been with a female in a long time.
Could she be my sholani? No, this is nothing more than another way my body is rebelling against me in the aftermath of Karthika.
The way her eyes shine, her smile, the beautiful curves she hid beneath the coat… I never imagined a human female could ever draw my eyes or my interest as Lexi has. Or that I might find my sholani on a backward planet such as Earth.
I cannot ignore the possibility that Lexi may be my heartmate.
Lexi bites her bottom lip, the light in her eyes dimming. I’ve taken too long to answer her question. “The dress isn’t a great fit, but it was the best I could do on short notice. It’s not easy finding clothing for someone my size. Normally, I’d hire a dressmaker, but there wasn’t enough time, so I borrowed this from my friend Viv. But she’s taller, carries herself better.” Lexi shrugs and reaches for her bundle of street clothes. “Coming here was a mistake.”
