Alien Vacation Ch. 06

This guy felt safe. So safe. Safe enough to let her hair down, safe enough to trust with any secret and know he'd never tell...and sexy enough to turn that safety into a whole different sense of vulnerability. It roiled within her as soon as he glanced up at her eyes. She liked it.

It was all too much to decide about someone at first sight, except she was sure. She knew.

"Hi, hope I'm not interrupting. I'm Kyle," he said. That voice and polite smile came out as if he was somehow unaware of his sex appeal. It only tugged at Miranda more. "I'm here to see Miranda?"

"That's me," said Miranda without missing a beat. Struck by his appeal or not, losing her cool wasn't her style. "You have a package for me?"

"You could say that."

Her eyebrow rose. She didn't call any attention to her unintended innuendo, despite wanting to laugh at herself. "Is it more complicated than papers?" she asked.

"Kind of, yeah. There's a bit to explain."

"Thought so. How about you walk with me?" she asked, gesturing down the hall before leading him away for some privacy. At a glance over her shoulder, Miranda saw the receptionist already distracted again with her own work and the courier following along close by. "Are you in a hurry? Other deliveries?"

"Not really. I've got all day for this if it comes to it."

"That's convenient," said Miranda. Near the end of the hall, she opened up a door and ushered him inside. The "Ivy" conference room sat between another empty conference room and a small storage room on the other side, with currently empty offices for senior co-workers nearby.

She wondered absently why she thought about that. Then she closed the door, turning the latch and touching the button on the wall to close the blinds for the hallway window without even that much of a thought. She thought about that ass in those jeans in front of her, though, before Kyle turned around. She thought about how much she already liked being alone with him.

"You can set your stuff down anywhere," she said. "Make yourself comfortable."

He put the helmet and bags down on one of the chairs, shedding his jacket a moment later. Miranda looked him over again now that he was down to just a t-shirt and confirmed her thought about his figure. Not beefy, but those arms were toned, and he didn't have even a hint of a gut. He didn't sit down right away. Neither did she.

"So what's the story?" she asked. She noticed the sag of his saddlebags sitting in the chair. A smirk played at her lips. "There aren't any documents in those bags, are there?"

"Not so much, no," Kyle confessed. "I did come here on a financial matter, but beyond that...I've been here before on courier jobs. Seen you in passing a couple of times. I've always wanted to meet you."

Miranda didn't quite bit her lip. She remembered now that the message she'd seen and passed by didn't actually specify anything other than the arrival of a courier. Even so: "This was a stunt to meet me? I should be furious," she said. Grinning.

"Say the word and I'll bail," he said calmly. "Or you can call security or whatever. I'll apologize and you'll never hear from me again."

"You don't sound at all worried about me doing any of that."

"You don't sound furious."

"I'm not." Miranda stepped away from him, moving slightly around the table without taking her eyes off of him. She didn't bother trying to hide her evaluating gaze anymore. "You got me out of a tedious chore for a little while, at least. I don't feel particularly threatened. And I like a little leverage," she taunted, still grinning. "How long have you been planning this? Have you been stalking me?"

"Only so far as keeping an eye out whenever I've been here since the first time I saw you. Never considered it before today. Never even knew your name. Just that you're a beautiful woman in an office I come by sometimes."

She smiled, trying to keep from smiling too much. She hadn't realized how much she wanted to hear he thought she was beautiful until the words came out of his mouth. "What makes today different?"

"Financial questions. That sparked it, anyway. Then I got a little sidetracked."

"By my beauty?" Miranda scoffed.

"That's part of it, yeah."

"So this isn't exactly stalking, but it is still a matter of false pretenses and sexual harassment," she taunted.

"Like I said, I'll apologize and leave you be," he offered...clearly knowing he wouldn't have to do that. But he seemed sincere enough regardless. "Hard to know what's an unwanted advance in advance. All you can do is try to be sensitive and then apologize and leave a person alone if you're rejected."

Miranda tilted her head in acknowledgment. "I suppose that addresses the harassment. We'll let the false pretenses slide if you don't tell anyone I felt like playing hooky from my meeting."

"Sounds like a deal." Kyle grinned. "Do people still say that? 'Hooky?'"

"I didn't grow up here, mate," she chuckled. "Is the accent not strong enough?"

"I like it. A lot."

Again, she stopped herself from smiling back at him too broadly. She didn't need to let her guard down that far. Not yet, at least.

"You wanted to meet me, then?" she asked. "I'm Miranda Larson and I work here as a personal financial manager. I have a masters in finance from Stanford and an MBA to match, and yes, that's a lot for someone my age. I'm single. My family lives in Sydney, where I grew up. I like travel, reading, swimming, and hobbies that let me explore new things."

"That sounds like a lot for any age," said Kyle.

"The MBA hasn't come back yet from the framing shop," Miranda quipped. "And I may have skipped a grade or two."

"That's all pretty incredible."

"Oh, reading isn't all that rare a hobby," Miranda replied.

"What do you like to read?"

"Anything. I'm a bit of an academic, as you might imagine." She decided on a little more trust than she showed most. "I like romance novels. The tawdrier, the better." As she expected, he kept his grin, but he didn't make fun. She saw no judgment in his eyes, or if she did, it was out of appreciation. "What about you? Is it your turn yet?"

"Kyle Donovan. I've been working as a messenger for a couple of years now. I became a registered nurse a few months ago, but I haven't landed a job there yet. Mostly I grew up north of the Bay Area in and out of foster homes. Not a lot of family to speak of that way, but I've got a fairly large social circle here. I joined the Navy out of high school and wound up down here a lot, so I decided to stay." He shrugged. "Oh, and I'm the geeky type."

"You don't strike me as the geeky type," Miranda teased.

"We don't all have poor social skills and bad grooming habits. That's just garbage television screenwriting," he said.

"Point taken," Miranda conceded, still smiling. She slowly moved back around the table, never having taken a seat after all. Neither did Kyle. "I think you forgot to fill out something on your verbal personal profile there."

"What's that?"

"Right there under 'Is he single?' I don't see a ring on that finger, but...?"

He laughed. "I'm available," he said as if he couldn't sense the lift those words created within her. That blend of humor and confidence without arrogance made him even sexier. "Still shaking off the baggage from my last long-term, and I wouldn't say I've been lonely, exactly, but I'm...available."

"How recent was that last long-term?"

"Weeks. More recent than the nursing stuff."

"Yeah. I thought there was a shortage of nurses?"

"I did, too. Turns out there are a lot of caveats to that. Just because there's a shortage doesn't mean every hospital has the budget to hire. Although at least where I've done volunteer work, I don't have to watch people struggle with insurance."

Her smirk returned. "Yeah, I'm Australian. I like the States a lot, but don't get me started about health care here. Or guns or a few other things."

"Won't get any arguments from me on that."

"Well, that's politics out of the way, I guess," she said. It wasn't the lift of knowing he was single, but the hint to his views was reassuring enough...for what?

She was looking him up and down more openly now. The mutual attraction and the tension were unmistakable. They had only just met, but already she felt more desire than she could remember having in a long time. Maybe ever. "And you came all the way up here just to meet me? No, you said you had a financial matter, too, didn't you?"

"I did," he admitted, grinning softly. "It didn't seem all that important at all once I had this chance to meet you, though. Still doesn't."

"So it's not urgent?"

"No. I've had some opportunities come up recently and I wanted to talk to an expert before I did anything stupid. It can wait."

"Intriguing." Her eyebrow rose, both in interest and a little skeptical amusement. "Are you sure you're in the right place? We don't exactly specialize in retail banking here. I don't want to sound snobby, but all of our clients are millionaires at least. Our services don't come cheap. And we should decide if this is more of a social call or a professional interest, because it's not exactly the best practice to mix the two."

"Yeah, that's a good point," he conceded. That playful grin threatened to melt her. "That résumé really is amazing. You're not going to feel undervalued as a professional if I decide I'd rather this be social, are you?"

Miranda laughed. "No. No, at this point I think I'd feel worse about being undervalued in a non-professional way."

"I wouldn't want that," he said. The humor fell away, replaced by something smoldering.

She tried not to shudder. "No?"

"No. You're amazing, Miranda."

Again with those sensations inside. They were harder to hide now. The warmth she felt at her core threatened to melt her where she stood. "Okay, we're just dragging this out, aren't we?"

"I'm the one who came up here under false pretenses, and I still haven't laid all my cards out on the table. Figured the best thing I could do from there was to give you the keys and the wheel." Looking in his eyes, it was as if he knew how she felt. As if he knew everything, and was just being gentle with her.

She nodded, breathing heavily now. The warmth at her core now came with tremors. She didn't want them to stop. She remembered the promises she made to herself about her next opportunity before she'd laid eyes on him. "How about if I see how much I like where this is going and then I can evaluate the rest in proper context?"

"If that's good enough for you, it's good enough for me," he said, his breath increasing as she came in closer than ever.

"You could have walked in and said, 'Nice boots,' and that would have been good enough," she admitted.

He glanced down at her black leather knee-highs. "They are nice boots."

"Good." Miranda tugged him in by his shirt and kissed him hard.

His scent filled her breath. The taste of his lips and his tongue drowned her in further desires. The feel of his body did more than that.

"We're not leaving this room until we know each other a whole lot better," Miranda promised.

Kissing and caressing turned to groping. Shyness evaporated fast. Miranda felt hotter than ever, but now as it continued to burn she could enjoy it, knowing she'd find relief and satisfaction. Her hands slipped up under his shirt, feeling all the right bumps of his muscles before she saw them. That got her hotter, too. So did his lips on her neck, and his hands sliding down her hips.

She didn't worry about being caught. She didn't worry about protection or any other obvious detail. Somehow she knew it would all be fine, hardly even giving it a first thought let alone a second.

Kyle pushed off her blazer, tossing it onto a chair behind her. Miranda tugged off the black top underneath it, revealing breasts encased in a black lace bra. She grinned wickedly when Kyle couldn't resist a double-take in the shrinking space between them. One hand slid up her now bare side, warm skin against skin, exciting her as he gently cupped and explored the elaborate fabric and the shape of the breast within.

It felt good. She was always sensitive here. Kyle seemed to know just how to touch her. Miranda's breath deepened. She trembled under his touch, stopping only when he kissed her again and brushed the fingers of his other hand through her black hair.

This close, she could feel other things, too, like the stiff bulge at his groin against hers and his ass under her exploring touch. She didn't linger on that. She wanted more. Miranda stayed in close, keeping just enough room between them to take care of his belt and his jeans.

His hands slid down her back, warming and exciting her, until they came to the zipper at the back of her white skirt. With her lips at his neck, she murmured, "It zips all the way down," and enjoyed the freeing sensation as he parted and discarded that garment, too.

She was down to her fancy black lace bra, lacy thong panties—matching, luckily enough—and her knee-length boots. She eagerly waited for whatever Kyle would take off next in this exhilarating unwrapping process. Instead, his hands came to the mostly-bared flesh of her ass...and then lifted.

"Oh!" Miranda gasped. Kyle lifted her up almost effortlessly, turning and bringing her back up against the wall only two steps behind her, and kissed her again. With the wall and her arms around his shoulders to help support her, Kyle swept a couple of deft fingers around to pull the fabric of her panties aside from her sex. That hand disappeared for a moment again, but with a rustle of more fabric she heard the buckle of his pants hit the floor. His boxer briefs had to have gone with it. Her question had been answered: everything else was going to stay on.

His lips came back to hers, kissing her deeply, just the way she liked it in the first moment of penetration. Miranda gasped and moaned into his mouth, her mind all but exploding at the sensation of such length and girth pushing inside her.

"Oh my god, Miranda," Kyle breathed into her ear.

She felt safe before. Every thrust banished whatever remaining inhibitions she might have. Miranda wrapped her boot-clad legs around Kyle's waist, opening herself willingly and wanting as much of him inside her as she could have.

* * *

The shopping center was only a few blocks from the office tower and the parking garage. Angela walked rather than drove. It was a good way to shake off the happy jitters of what she'd just done and a great way to prolong the lingering dirty joy of it. Nobody on the street or in the stores knew what she'd been doing only minutes ago. They didn't know she still had no panties. They didn't know anything.

After a fucking like that, she half-expected to be walking funny, but her first steps cleared her of that worry. It didn't leave her feeling any less great.

The department store here was pretty high-end. Angela couldn't normally shop here without doing a little budgeting. She didn't need to worry about that anymore. Breezing in, Angela went straight to the "Intimates" section, past a couple of other women doing their shopping...and realized their heads turned as she moved.

Her eyes went to one of the mirrors on the support pillars to look at them without directly staring. Of the two women, one blonde and one brunette, Angela noticed differing expressions. One seemed momentarily interested, admiring even, but turned away. The blonde kept looking back and bit her lip. She was pretty, maybe ten or fifteen years older than Angela, and dressed nicely but not dolled up for work or anything more than a day of shopping.

Angela swung around to a nearby rack. Curious, she glanced over again to catch the blonde stealing another quick up-and-down. Then the blonde turned away, as if shaking off a spell or an idle thought...and then something new hit Angela.

Her body trembled. Some feeling shook her at her core, something delicious and pleasant and intimate. She distantly remembered her dream, or at least the parts that still remained in her conscious memory. Understanding followed. It was Kyle.

Apparently things were going very, very well, rewarding Angela just as she'd dreamed...and, she understood, empowering her. This time, at least. She knew not to take it for granted, but she felt connected and pleasured...and, she understood, she also benefitted from his scent. It was all over her. Within her. That's what had caught the attention of the other two women before.

The brunette wandered off. The blonde lingered, staying still with her hand on a rack and her fingers shaking.

Angela pulled a garter off of the rack at random before she walked up beside the blonde. She made eye contact, only for a moment, and smiled before swaggering off to the dressing rooms. She didn't need to look back. She wouldn't be going alone.

She left the door open behind her. The dressing room offered a full-length door, a nice amount of space, and a cushioned chair with armrests in one corner. Angela took the seat and waited, smiling. It was only a matter of seconds.

The blonde came in after her, timid, trembling with desire. She shut and locked the door quietly, as if trying to keep a secret, and turned back to Angela.

Neither of them spoke. The blonde sank to her knees between Angela's legs. Angela pulled up the hem of her dress to let the pretty stranger go to work.

Angela relaxed in her seat as the older blonde's lips and tongue pleasured her, stroking and servicing her pussy. She knew Kyle might be a while. That was fine. Nobody would bother her here, and this was a great way to wait.

* * *

Oh god Kyle it's so good, moaned and whined an affectionate voice in his mind. Miranda let him know she appreciated it, too, mostly through grunts and the scratch of her fingers in his hair, along with the continued embrace of her thighs at his waist.

She was heaven to his every sense. Kyle fucked her up against the wall, holding her up with his hands gripping and spreading her ass. He lost himself in the act. The fact that Xin wanted to share her pleasure with him only urged him on.

"Oh god... yes... Kyle," Miranda whimpered.

Kiss her. Kiss her! Xin urged, sounding like she needed it as much as Miranda needed him to keep going. He obeyed, capturing her lips and finding her eager to return the kiss just as she came hard on his cock. Sharp tremors of release overwhelmed her body and turned her kiss into a long, broken cry.

He slowed, letting her come down from the high until she returned his kiss again. Her lips turned to his neck as she caught her breath. "My god, you're amazing," Miranda murmured into his ear. "You must be tired of holding me by now?"

He wasn't. His arms were hardly tired at all. Kyle felt a weight to her, but he felt like he could hold her all day.

More benefits to your new biology. You're welcome.

"I could keep going," Kyle told her. He kept thrusting his cock up into her, slowly and indulgently. Xin ensured Miranda wasn't too sensitive for it even after all they'd just done. "But I'm feeling kind of ambitious here."

"Hrm? What...what could you still be... mmm... ambitious about... after that?"

"This." Kyle turned her around and set her on the table, guiding her to lay back before he sank to his knees with his head between her legs. Miranda opened her mouth to say something about it, but the words didn't come out before his tongue laid its first strokes on her wet, ravaged lips. The sensation robbed her ability to speak. "I want to make a good impression."

Miranda's eyes widened in disbelief and objection, only to flutter with ecstasy. She didn't try to argue the point at all. Instead, she laid back and let him amaze her.

You know you already knocked this out of the park, right? asked Xin, her mental "tone" still heavy with pleasure. With Kyle servicing rather than enjoying a more mutual act, it was easier for her to communicate with him, and less distracting. We have her completely seduced already. Won over. Enthralled. Head over heels. You're just gilding the lily now.