by Elizabeth Vongvisith
(09/03/08)
I go out past my sleeping comrades into the violet-green outside. The reddish moon blots out the light of the distant double star system, casting its hollow shadow in tiny circles everywhere on the ground. This half-dark will only last for an hour or two. That's all the time I need. I smile and slip into the alien rainforest. Strange sounds of arboreal creatures are all I hear besides my own excited breathing. Whether any of the life-forms inhabiting the world are sentient remains undetermined -- at least officially. I know better. My clit twitches with a sharp, sweet throb.
Finally I'm at the pool, wearing only my boots and coverall. The climate is temperate, but I'm sweating anyway. I unfasten the neck of the coverall, ease the zipper down, my eyes never leaving the water. I kneel and the coverall gapes open. I can see my reflection below -- dark hair around my pale face, breasts swaying free. I slip the garment off my shoulders and wait, unafraid.
There's a ripple. The water breaks. A few iridescent streaks rise, then something like the mystical lotus of ancient belief. Each appendage is covered in gently waving protuberances, like small tentacles or boneless fingertips. The being turns toward me, sensing my presence. My pussy is dripping wet now, aching with excitement. I raise my hands to my breasts, squeezing, tweaking my nipples, unable to help myself.
Perhaps it can smell too, for as soon as the musk of my desire rises, it moves deliberately toward me. I stand up. The coverall bunches around my ankles as the being envelops my naked body. I think it wants the carbon dioxide I exhale. I don't know what, if anything, the being is thinking about me, but I do know that it is not intent on harm. Rather the opposite.
Hundreds of smooth petals caress my skin. They're all over my body as if I'm surrounded and lapped by a million soft tongues. I feel them on my neck and shoulders, my breasts and belly, between my pussy lips, thrusting delicately into my asshole. It's total sensory overload, no room to even fantasize as the appendages stroke and feather my swollen folds, drum at my sensitive nipples, slide almost playfully into my mouth like the tongue of a lover. They taste like lilacs and something faintly bitter.
I let my head fall back, moaning louder. I can hear the being's petals working against my hardened clit with a soft, wet sound, bringing me to a blind, shuddering orgasm that leaves the rainforest momentarily silent after my wild cries. My knees grow weak. The being pauses, then it gently withdraws, cushioning me as I slump to the ground. I wonder if it feels satisfied, too.
I catch my breath by the side of the pool and watch the alien withdraw back into the water. Soon the eclipse will be over and the light will return.
