Alien Vacation Ch. 01

Kyle glanced at the salesgirl as the other woman tugged him into the fitting room with her, but the salesgirl's attention had turned back to her work.

The older woman slipped close to him, tugging the door shut and throwing the latch. Kyle liked her face. He liked her dark eyes, her full lips, her confidence. He really liked the way her hands slid up inside his leather jacket against his chest until she reached his collarbones, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. Her fingers slid around the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

She consents. She wants this, too. She will be compensated. Relax. Enjoy. It all flashed through his mind as thoughts, not words, before his lips met hers. This was not a first kiss, either. It lacked any of the tentative exploration of such a moment. Kyle and this stranger went straight for it, kissing deeply and fiercely like long-lost lovers without a shred of hesitation.

Rebecca. He knew her name, and he knew her urges. Everything else came from her touch and his other senses. He tugged her close, his hands roaming her bare back and sweeping up into her hair as her tongue enjoyed his. Rebecca's hands took on a different task. She immediately went to work on his belt.

The door to the store opened. Kyle didn't hear it over the store's music system, and he certainly didn't see it through the tall dressing room doors, but he sensed it. He knew two cops walked in.

You are safe if you stay here. This makes you safe, came more thoughts. Rebecca's fingers slipped under his shirt. She grinned as if she liked what she felt of his belly, short of a ripped sixpack but still nicely firm. Enjoy. You both want this. It will protect us all.

Rebecca pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Again, the pair pressed up against one another, kissing hungrily and enjoying the feel of bare skin on skin. Kyle thrilled at her touch. He wanted this, whatever it was. He knew how out of the ordinary it was, from the situation itself to the sensuous pleasures of touching her and kissing her, all of it much better than any similar experience. It all felt too good to care.

His partner's fingers returned to the job at his groin. She freed him from the button and zipper of his pants, nudging him against the wall while bending over a little. Kyle saw a mischievous, confident grin and those dark eyes again right before her face turned downward.

Less than a minute after first seeing one another, without ever exchanging a word, Rebecca's lips slid over the head of his cock and kept going. Kyle let out a heavy breath of pleasure as she took him in halfway to the base, and then another when she withdrew and then went down a little farther.

He'd had women go down on him before. It always felt good. Neither Melanie nor any of his previous, shorter-term relationships made a habit of it, though, no matter how free and giving he was with his oral services for them. To counter his disappointment, he'd heard more than once that he was a little too big to go down on easily, but he didn't believe that...at least, not until the strange presence in his mind seemed to confirm it.

She's done this for others. You're bigger than most. Take pleasure in this, as she does. You will take greater pleasure in it later. You will be compensated. Enjoy.

Rebecca let out a whimper as her lips touched the base of his cock. He could feel her throat with the head of his dick. His hands roamed over her back and her sides, caressing and encouraging her service as she sucked and massaged his rod, but it was the whimper and the urgings of the presence in his mind that confirmed her pleasure.

Kyle leaned back against the wall and kept his hips forward. The position felt relaxed and powerful at the same time. He breathed deeply, savoring every upward and downward kiss on his cock from head to base. Soon, one hand found its way to Rebecca's head. He took hold of her hair by making a fist at her scalp and guided her in pleasuring him. Not only did Rebecca give in, she sighed again and trembled. She enjoyed this, too.

Yes. Your pleasure is her pleasure. Let go. Give in.

He gently thrust up into her mouth, only a little, feeling her throat along the head of his cock. He understood without doubt that it felt as good to her as if he fucked her pussy, and so he slowly and smoothly fucked her mouth instead.

Still leaning back against the wall, Kyle's head turned to face the door. He could sense the police searching the store. They put up a mild face, not wanting to alarm anyone, keeping it as cool as if looking for an ordinary shoplifter at worse. Nobody freaked out. Nobody heard him in here with Rebecca, either. It didn't matter that she moaned or he gasped or that their motion occasionally bumped her butt into the mirror. Not a sound escaped the dressing room.

So good, thought Kyle. So fucking good.

Yes. More. The presence in his mind whimpered with pleasure, too. I need more.

Rebecca kept sucking. She worked his shaft with one hand, bracing herself against his hip with her other. She could've dropped to her knees, but Kyle preferred her like this, and so she stayed in place and liked it, too. Her mouth only grew more welcoming as she sucked him off with rapidly increasing familiarity and expertise.

Orgasm approached. Kyle felt the first tremors in his groin and then in his cock. Rebecca breathed harder, continuing her ministrations as her body shook with almost symbiotic anticipation.

Yes. Symbiosis. An...appropriate...word...for this...pleasure. We are nearly one. Use her. She longs to be used.

Feeling powerful and helpless at the same time, swept away by a blowjob ten times better than any sex he'd ever had, Kyle fucked her mouth with a single-minded need to come. Distantly, he knew there was a cop right on the other side of the door. He knew the cop would ignore everything, too. All that mattered now was his cock and Rebecca's mouth, right up until he came.

Spasms ran through his hips, his abdomen, even his legs as he pumped hot satisfaction into the willing and welcoming vessel bent over in front of him. Though too busy swallowing to whimper or moan, Kyle understood Rebecca's experience as they shared this bliss. She consumed without effort. Her body all but went into automatic as she, too, came hard without even a finger reaching her pussy.

She swallowed everything. Kyle realized it must be quite a bit, but she took it all. She savored him, slowing her strokes as their shared orgasm abated, but her mouth didn't release him.

His eyes closed. He remained still. His senses rode some unfamiliar channel as the cops left...no, as the cops were pushed out, persuaded they had lost their mark. They would not return. He felt assured of that now. He felt assured of other things, too. The room is ours, said the feminine voice in his mind. Rebecca is ours. Eagerly. Gratefully.

Take her.

Kyle guided Rebecca up off of his still hard, still unnaturally ready cock. He grinned at her, caught a reflective, naughty smile in return, and gave her the lightest peck on the lips. Then he spun her around and bent her over in front of the mirror.

He saw her smile grow as he unzipped her pants. The smile faded as he pushed her pants down, but that was only as she was overcome by the pleasures of his hands over her hips and his cock resting between the cracks of her ass. He liked her lacy white panties, but he liked what they shielded more. Kyle slipped the panties down, too, crouching as he did so to give her a single, probing, affectionate kiss of her soaking wet pussy.

Rebecca's moan should have alerted the whole store. He didn't care. He didn't need to. They wouldn't hear. He didn't need to worry about reciprocating for her full service, either. He knew what they both wanted. Kyle savored the taste of her for a moment longer before he stood upright again and brought the head of his cock to her crotch.

The first inch of penetration thrilled him, silky wet flesh welcoming the sensitive head of his cock. Then, to his surprise, Rebecca pushed back against him, claiming him with even less patience than he could muster. "Uunnnh," she groaned, happily grinding her ass against his hips. He liked that ass. He liked the animal note in her voice, too. "Fuck me, baby," she urged. "Fuck me now."

Yes. Yes, pleaded the presence.

Kyle obliged. He couldn't resist, anyway. Not when literally pleaded with to push further into the best sex he'd ever had. Kyle took hold of Rebecca's hips and thrust hard, thrilling to the sensation of burying himself almost to the hilt. Her ass pressed up against his hips with every thrust, spurring him on.

They fucked without shame or inhibition. Kyle thrust into her again and again, feeling her shake and hearing her gasp with another orgasm before too long, but he didn't stop. He fucked her while she came, and then ruthlessly and selfishly fucked her more. He watched her ass ripple as his hips collided with her and his cock plunged into her. He saw the wild ecstasy on her face in the mirror as he pounded away.

Long minutes later, he saw her lips tremble and her eyes cross in the mirror as they eventually shared a climax. Kyle felt powerful all over again as he flooded her. Whatever connected them enhanced her pleasure and her satisfaction at being filled. They stayed coupled as he pumped out his last, breathing hard, until eventually Kyle disengaged and drew her up against himself. He admired her body in the mirror, liking every bit of her from her assets to her minor flaws, and finally turned her and kissed her deeply again.

It is safe to leave now, the presence assured him. We should go.

"I should go," he echoed out loud, stroking Rebecca's chin.

"What's your name?"

"Kyle."

She nodded. Then she looked around for her purse, finding it right where she'd left it with her own coat and umbrella in the corner. She pulled out a business card as he pulled his pants up around his waist again, but held back before handing it to him. "Can we stay this uncomplicated if we get together again?"

A grin formed on one side of his mouth. "Sure."

She handed him the card. "Tell me it's you. We'll work out where and when. Don't ask anything else from me, and I won't ask you." Then she kissed him again.

Kyle left the store only a minute later, feeling like a million bucks while plagued with a million questions. He felt no fear, but knew that was completely unnatural. None of this made any sense. None of this was in character for him. His lack of fear didn't erase his concerns. Some sort of mental dam held his fear in check, along with whatever questions might derail his progress.

The rain continued on, lighter now but still present. Thankfully, he found his helmet and bags also still present, and so were the cops. Kyle walked out into the parking lot right in front of them without hesitation. They never moved. That led to more questions.

All will be explained. I am sorry for the delay. This is not the time or place. Please take us away. You will be compensated.

Kyle fired up the bike. The cops didn't move. He didn't find that reassuring. Tailed or not, they had to have at least run his license plate. They'd know where to find him.

We are not ready for that yet, counseled the presence. Do not go home. Take us somewhere else.

Hotels ran through his mind. After working for the last year as a motorcycle messenger, he knew LA and Orange County very well. For whatever reason, his thoughts turned toward nicer, more expensive hotels, such as the big one in Long Beach not far away. He didn't have the money for that, of course, and even if he put it on a credit card that would still have his name attached.

Go there. Do not worry about payment or being traced. All will be well. We need shelter, and time. We have much to work out.

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