An Interview with an Alien

I was sitting on the edge of my chair at this point nearly forgetting to take notes.

"What did you do next?"

"I didn't do anything; I was still in the reanimation process. I was aware that things were happening around me, but could not maintain consciousness for more than a few seconds at a time. Adam opened the hatch and immediately realized that we were not where we had planned to land. The weather was cold and there was a thick covering of snow on the ground. We were not dressed for this type of weather. Adam knew that we would have to find shelter quickly if we wanted to survive, so he scooped me up into his arms, placed the recorder in my pocket, set the self-destruct timer on the escape pod and headed off to find us shelter from the freezing temperatures. I don't know how far he walked, but eventually he found a cabin. We had no choice other than to approach the cabin and seek shelter. The door provided little resistance as Adam forced his way through the doorway and into a two room cabin.

"A woman came out of the other room and began screaming at the sight of us. Adam, who was over six and a half feet tall, dressed in a white toga with sandals on his feet, carrying me, dressed exactly the same way, slumped lifelessly in his arms, tried to communicate with her in the only Earth languages that we were taught, neither of which she could understand. Adam pushed past her and placed me on the bed that was in the other room. I lost consciousness again. The next thing I remember was hearing the woman screaming and Adam grunting like a wild bull. I peered out of the room and saw Adam, his toga bunched up around his hips, pressing the woman face down over a table, her clothes in tatters at her feet and there was blood running down her legs. I tried to get up to stop him, but before I could drag myself off the bed, I saw the door burst open and a large man dressed in an overcoat entered the cabin. His shot gun raised, he shouted something that I couldn't understand and pulled the trigger. Adam's body was driven backwards, away from the woman, and was hit moments later with a second, fatal round."

"Why would he do something so evil as to rape the first woman he saw?" I said with more than a little anger in my voice.

"I'm not absolutely sure, but I think I know the reason for his strange behavior. She must have been ovulating at that time and Adam's sense of smell detected it. I told you we were bred with very specific goals in mind. Adam, like all the males on our mission, was there for the purpose of impregnating any fertile female. He had no choice in the matter, he was programmed to do it and since she undoubtedly resisted, he raped her."

"But why was there blood running down her leg?"

"Well, you see, our males are built a bit different in that department than the average male here on earth. They are three times the length and twice the circumference of your average man. We females are built to accommodate that, earth females are not. I'm afraid in his blind lust he just ripped her open."

"What did the husband do?"

"After making sure that Adam was dead, he tried to attend to his wife; but I'm afraid that with the state of medical practices at that time there was not much he could do. She was already in a state of shock and bleeding profusely. You can imagine his shock when he carried her into the bedroom and found me lying on their bed. I tried to get up to help him but fell onto the floor. He kept talking to her, trying to console her, as he attempted to stop the bleeding. Occasionally, he would look in my direction, his eyes alternating between desperation, pleading for me to help, and rage as if I had done it to her. The more he spoke, the more I was able to learn English. I didn't know the vocabulary, but I could figure out how the grammar worked."

"By the time evening came, I was able to get up off the floor and out of the bedroom. I went to Adam's body. 'You fool,' I thought, 'you just condemned our mission to failure. I can't do this on my own.' I dragged Adam's body outside and cleaned up the blood as best as I could. I had just finished when I heard a loud wail come from the bedroom. After several minutes the husband came out of the bedroom and upon spotting his shotgun, reached out for it. It was either him or me; I had no choice but to defend myself. Before he could get a firm grip on the barrel, I grabbed him by the head and lifted him off the ground. All it took was a quick turn of his head and his neck snapped, his body jerked in death's final spasms. I took him outside and placed him next to Adam and then went back into the house and carried his wife out and place her next to him. I spent a long restless night trying to figure out what I was going to do next and contemplating what I was going to do for the rest of my life."

"You must have been scared."

"Scared wasn't the word, terrified was more like it. I was alone; I didn't know where I was or how I was going to survive. What made it even worse was that I remembered from my training that because of our superior genetics my life expectancy was between 800 to 1000 years; an eternity of loneliness."

I looked at my watch; it was getting pretty late and we hadn't eaten yet.

"Why don't we take a break? We can go out, get something to eat and then if we feel like it we can come back here and continue.

"I have a better idea; why don't I just make us dinner and then after dinner, we can do whatever we want."

Chapter Two:

We had an excellent dinner; she turned out to be a really great cook. We opened a bottle of wine which Eve had retrieved from her well stocked wine cellar. Our conversation stirred clear of her history and instead concentrated mostly on current events, sports and the weather. It was really interesting to hear her give her opinions since she had such a wealth of experience to draw on. After dinner, we cleared the table, opened a second bottle of wine and adjourned once again to the living room. The view of the valley at night was spectacular. Neither of us was in any hurry to get back to work and before we knew it, it was quite late. Reluctantly I placed my empty glass on the coffee table and got to my feet.

"I hate to call it a night, but it's getting pretty late and I don't want to take up all of your time."

Eve rose from her chair and slowly approached me, until she was standing directly in front of me. Even in her bare feet she was at least three inches taller than me.

"I don't mind at all if you take up all of my time tonight or any other night for that matter. Why don't you spend the night, I have so much more I want to show and tell you."

"I always liked show and tell."

We fell into a romantic embrace. Her arms wrapped around me and held me tightly as our lips locked together taking my breath away. I didn't hesitate as she guided me down a hallway and into her bedroom.

'After all,' I thought, 'it's the sixties, and we're in the midst of the summer of love.'

I stood quietly as she took down the bedspread.

"I wanted to show you another of my special talents," she said as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. Soon she was standing across the room from me completely naked. She had a swimmer's body; her shoulders were wide and powerful; she had a narrow waist and a flat stomach with more than a hint of a set of six pack abs. Her legs were long and nicely shaped. All in all she possessed an athlete's physique without being overly developed.

With cat- like ease she slowly began to cross the room. I blinked and suddenly her appearance changed and there was the image I had of my mother when she was young. I closed my eyes again and when I opened them my mother was replaced by my kid sister. I closed my eyes again, afraid to open them until I felt a pair of hands unsnapping my jeans and pulling down my zipper. I opened my eyes and, looking down, I found myself staring into the eyes of my last girlfriend. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly licking its head like a child licks an ice cream cone until she took me deep into her mouth. Now my eyes were closed as I savored the experience. Suddenly the sensations changed and I momentarily felt a cool breeze; I opened my eyes again and this time kneeling in front of me was my favorite Italian movie star with her large brown eyes, full lips and amazing set of gravity defying tits as she began to titty fuck my raging hard on. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return when she sat back and looked up at me. It was Eve, looking more beautiful than before, an expression of sexual bliss on her face.

"How did you do that? How could you know?

"It's because I can read your mind and I can project any image I want into your brain. All of those images are in your brain, locked in your memory. All I had to do was pull them out and replace my image with theirs. That's how I entertained my last two husbands after I let them find out about me."

"Can you do that with a group of people; say a bar full of men?"

"Yes, but only for a couple of minutes, it would take too much energy to keep up the illusion."

I felt sort of silly standing there with my pants around my ankle slowly losing my erection as I assumed the role of journalist once again. I reached down and helped her to her feet. I had one other question that I wanted to ask.

"Is this how you really look or is this an illusion as well?" I asked as she finished unbuttoning my shirt leaving me as naked as she was.

"No this is how I look, no illusions. I could, if you wanted me to, look like this."

Suddenly standing before me, with its long fingered web-like hand wrapped around my cock pulling me towards the bed, was a hideous creature which had a strong resemblance to the "Creature from the Black Lagoon", one of my all-time favorite 1950's horror films. My survival instinct immediately made me try to flee, but with my cock being held securely, I was helpless. A moment later Eve was back, she effortlessly swept me off my feet and dropped me on the bed.

"Tonight, no more illusions, it's just me and you."

Eve orchestrated the entire evening, skillfully bringing me to three mind blowing orgasms as she manipulated me over the bed and around her body. She seemed to be insatiable in her lovemaking, stopping only when I could no longer maintain an erection. We collapsed together onto the bed and soon drifted off into, at least for me, a much needed sleep.

I slowly regained consciousness the next morning. The room was bright with the Arizona sunshine. When my mind realized where I was I turned over and discovered that I was alone in the bed. I dressed quickly and began a search for my beautiful host. I found her in the kitchen preparing breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs, whole wheat toast and freshly squeezed orange juice. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said good morning.

"Good morning to you, lazy bones. I've been up for over an hour; I thought I was going to have to eat alone."

"Well if someone hadn't kept me up so late; not that I'm complaining mind you, I would have been up sooner."

"Yes, it was good wasn't it? I could get used to having you around for the next fifty years or so."

I let that comment hang in the air for a moment as I contemplated its ramifications. The longer I was with Eve, the deeper my feelings for her became. I was never a believer in love at first sight, but after yesterday and last night, I was beginning to believe. Before I could stop myself I said,

"Nothing would please me more."

Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she dished out to two helpings on to plates and placed them on the table.

"Come, sit and eat before they get cold. You're going to need some energy for our after breakfast workout."

We sat across from one another, discussing nothing in particular, having our breakfast. In my mind, however, I was having a heated debate.

'She's different. So what. No, she's really different; she's an alien! I know she's an alien; but she's beautiful, sexy, and funny; she's a great cook; she's obviously rich, and I think I'm falling in love with her. You can't be falling in love with her, you just met her; and besides she's going to live for the next six hundred years. What does that have to do with how I feel, most women outlive their husbands. But she's an alien. I don't care, I love her and that's that.'

Eve looked at me with her Cheshire cat like smile.

"What are you smiling at? You'd think you could read my mind or something." I said before realizing that that was exactly what she was doing.

"I'm glad that's settled. I love you too. There's no hurry for us to get married, after all we're two consenting adults and I want you to be absolutely sure before you say yes. Let's clean up and then head down to the gym. I'm going to have to build you up a little so I don't break you."

We cleared the table and road down to the gym.

"I don't have any workout clothes."

"You won't need any; I always work out naked. I find it's a waste of time, changing clothes, washing and drying clothes, when you can just do your work out, shower and get dressed for the day. My last husband never seemed to mind."

"I'm sure he didn't," as I watched her undress and hang up her clothes on pegs secured to one of the walls. With a shrug of my shoulders, I joined her and soon we were both naked.

Eve pointed to a set of weights that I hadn't seen on my previous visit to the gym.

"Those were my husband's weights. From the look of your body I can tell that you are no stranger to the inside of a gym, so you can use those. There's a bench over there and the treadmill is over there. I don't use the tread mill much, I get bored. When I want a cardio workout, I just go for a run in the desert. I do that mostly at night, when the air is cool."

I started out on the tread mill as a warm up. While I was running, I couldn't help but watch Eve as she powered her 2,000 pound bar effortlessly up and down. I lost count as to the number of reps but it had to be close to one hundred. She seemed to exert a little more effort as she switched to upright curls. This time I counted fifty. There was no swing, no movement at all except for her biceps contracting with each curl.

Leaving the tread mill, I walked over to the smaller set of weights. I added up the weight on the bar; at one hundred fifty pounds, it was within my range. I knocked out ten reps before reaching my limit. Before my next set I stood watching Eve starting her second set of military presses. Her strength was amazing and very arousing; I could feel the blood rushing into my cock. Embarrassed, I turned back to my bar and started my second set.

"Don't be embarrassed I had the same effect on my last husband. I find it very flattering, besides it turns me on as well."

I finished my set and watched as she carried her bar over to what appeared to be a specially made weight bench. The rack appeared to be made of squared pipes, each about four inches wide. There were four of these pipes attached to a rectangular box which resembled a large coffin, with a thick pad on top. Fascinated, I walked over and examined it.

"My husband made it especially for me. Each piece of the rack is made from two pieces of angle iron welded together to make a square, and then bolted to the box. The hangers are made of carbon steel and run through each of the support pipes. When he got it in place, my husband filled the bench and each of the pipes with concrete for extra support. He didn't want the bench to collapse under the weight."

I watched as Eve settled herself onto the bench under the weights. I felt as if I should be spotting for her, but then realized that it would be pointless. There was no way I could lift even a fraction of that weight; I'd only be in her way.

With a soft sigh, Eve extended her arms lifting the massive bar off its resting place. She began her set. After fifteen reps she brought the weight down to her chest and paused.

"Come up here and lay down facing me and hold on to the bar."

I did as she requested. I was lying over her, our faces almost touching, my hands firmly gripping the bar next to hers.

"All right, I want you to hold your body stiff as if you were doing pushups; but I'll do all the work."

It was an amazing feeling, I was moving up and down just like when I do my pushups but my arms weren't moving; only my feet were touching the bench. Whenever she brought the bar down to her chest, my growing erection would caress her pussy. Apparently she was enjoying it as much as I was because after about twenty reps I felt her move her hips slightly and became engulfed in her moist heat. I was pulled out on the way up only to reemerge on the down stroke. This happened a dozen times before she was able to adjust the height she lifted the bar keeping me firmly in place. Again and again I went up and down and in and out, the erotic sensations I was feeling was beyond belief. I held out as long as I could, until I felt her tremble under me triggering my release.

"I wish I had thought of that a long, long time ago. It certainly took the drudgery out of my workout."

As I slid down her body, Eve re-racked the bar. When my face passed her pussy, I couldn't help but give her extended clit a quick little flick of my tongue and a little kiss.

"Mmmmm; we'll have to examine that in greater detail at a later time. Right now I think we could both use a shower."

Eve took me by the hand and led me across the room into a little out cove. It was a large bathroom complete with a sunken Jacuzzi tub and a large shower with water jets coming out of the wall. Being in Arizona in the middle of summer there is no such thing as a cold shower. The water is always luke warm. We just walked into the shower and turned on the water. Eve grabbed a wash cloth and soap and proceeded to soap up my entire body, her hand lingering a little longer than necessary on my awakening cock. I placed my head on her shoulder, allowing her to take as much time as she wanted. I was a little disappointed when she stepped back allowing the jets of water to rinse off the soap.

When I was soap-free, I took the soap into my hands, but instead of using a wash cloth, I ran the wet bar over most of her body. Placing the soap back in its holder I ran my hands over every place I could reach on her magnificent body. I caressed her breasts; two hand fulls of solid flesh topped off with large eraser sized nipples which I ran between my fingertips. I moved behind her, working my hands over her muscular back and shoulders in a not so gentle massage, trying to work my fingertips into the muscles but with little success. Although smooth and entirely feminine, she was rock solid, leaving little doubt how she could lift such heavy weights. I sank to my knees and ran my hands over her slender hips and then around to her incredible butt. Here too, there was nothing but solid flesh. I kissed one cheek and then the other as the water from the shower cascaded down her body. I took each leg in turn, running my hands down one leg and up the other, my hands running up between her thighs teasing her pussy.

I guided her gently to a built in bench on one side of the shower and moved between her legs. For this remaining area I would need no soap. I slowly ran my tongue up each side of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. I felt her hands on the side of my head guiding me to the places that was giving her the most pleasure. Little moans and sighs were coming from her lips. I knew she was close so I dipped my tongue deeply into her, and was rewarded with a tongue full of her juices which were sweet and slightly acidic at the same time. Moving upward, I swirled my tongue around and around her extended clit, until I felt her begin to shake. Just as she began to scream something entirely unintelligible, I took her clit between my lips and sucked deeply. Her legs stiffened and her hands held me firmly in place. I had no intension of leaving that spot.