Strange Companion

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2003, 2009

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Abstract: A couple having a lakeside tete-a-tete are observed and encouraged by
an out-of-this-world observer

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.

/END/

Endnote: This story was written for a vanished Yahoo story group that posed a
challenge, to write a story or poem using (1) a lakeside picnic, (2) a pair of
cat-eyed sunglasses and (3) a cloud shaped like Florida. Thanks to carnal_syn
for the prod of the imagination.