Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind

How long she stood behind me, I don't know. She was as silent as nothing or no one I'd ever experienced. I first noticed the void in the bustling noise of the coffeehouse. The blended scent of intoxicating spices and sweet flowers surrounded me for several moments after the sound dipped in intensity. She spoke to me with a voice like the feel of silk upon silk.

"You write stories very well."

I jolted in my chair and turned to face her, embarrassment blazing. If she'd watched me for very long, she would have seen my spicier words in the current sex scene I wrote. Unfortunately, I left little to the imagination in the story project I had worked on for weeks.

What else would I write when I made my living from sensuous stories per client specifications? No one had given me much notice before. But she had.

She saw me in a way that revealed itself by how she gazed and grinned at me. Her lips formed a pair of recurve bows to frame her perfect white teeth and were so kissable. I stared at them for several moments before I could gather my thoughts.

"I-I-I -- well, thank you -- so, um -- how long were you watching me write?"

My hands flew to my hair to adjust the messy tawny bun atop my head, nervous now about my appearance and how she might like my melted chocolate eyes. I didn't wish to presume anything. Looking at my best mattered for first impressions. Whether she found me attractive was an entirely different matter. The deepest part of me hoped she did.

For chill and inspiration, maybe a bit of whimsy for today, I'd dressed in a flowing turquoise, black, and white paisley skirt as my comfort starting point. As I worked earlier, my white trumpet-sleeve peasant blouse slipped along and off my shoulders and back again, behaving itself. In my surprised condition, it slumped loose along the top half of my unfettered cleavage -- such a show for the woman. At least my playful black satin overbust corset maintained the remaining privacy of my ample curves and held the fabric around my curvy torso in light bondage. My comfortable black ankle boots set the mood balance in my mind.

All the tranquility and order of my mood inside me, around me, vanished when she startled me, and it all went to the depraved depths of chaotic delight a second after.

I glanced at her eyes, a pair of perfect light green oceans so invitingly warm I thought they were from tropical waters surrounding a remote island paradise. I could imagine swimming in them without a care and getting lost in their tranquil energy. Very lost. So lost. I didn't want to be found.

She tilted her head and smirked in such an alluring way that I had to smile back, no matter how nervous I appeared, as she seduced my mind with innocent words.

"I watched you for a while. Perhaps it was rude of me? I am not familiar with your culture."

The sound of her voice had a flavor to it I couldn't place from somewhere exotic I'd never heard of before. It was almost sensual enough to make me do anything to listen to it against my ear, whispering delicious things she wanted to do with me, do to me.

Goddess. I was a wreck already. She spoke just a few words, and I felt the dampness growing between my thighs, the hardening of my nipples in a subconscious desire to have her lick them. Fuck. Just fuck. She had me right where she wanted me, just standing there.

I had no clue why her presence affected me so. It simply did, and I couldn't complain. She was the woman I only dreamed of having in my life.

"Um, well, you just startled me, is all. I, uh -- most people don't even notice me. I hide in a corner and, well, write. But, if you'd like, you can lie with me -- stay with me -- I meant to sit with me. Yeah. That."

She sat across from me as if she flowed like water. Her every move was fluid and elegant. She could now watch the energy pulsing in the room and my every movement. I had nothing to look at but the art on the wall behind her for most of my day. Except now I had her as the afternoon turned to dusk. She was so gorgeous. Her lips. Her hair. Her eyes. Her curves. Everything about her was flawless, formed by the mathematics of the Golden Ratio, down to her DNA.

"Do I make you nervous? You bite your lower lip while you look at me. Your upper body sways in your chair. Your hand shakes as you reach for your drink. And I hear your shoes tapping the floor."

With both hands, I gripped my ceramic mug of whipped cream topped mocha firmly to steady it and took a slow, long sip. "It's not that you make me nervous, per se. You're just too beautiful. Beautiful women don't hang around me, that's all. They ignore me for other beautiful women."

"You find me attractive, then?"

"Yes. You're very -- "

Her hand reached out to mine as I set down the mug. The warmth of it lanced out from her fingertips into my body like a solar flare whipping into space. It raced up my arm, down my spine, and deep into my already warm, needy center.

"Does this make you feel better?"

I bit my lower lip hard and shifted my hips as I tightened my thighs. My voice squeaked by half an octave above my standard register. "It makes me feel -- it, it -- feels nice. What drew you to me and my lonely corner?"

"You looked much too alone. You looked like you needed company."

Her gaze fell upon me. I sensed a touch gently caressing every niche of my skin, from my scalp down to the tips of my toes and back again. She made the warmth in my core turn to molten hunger, my arousal soaking my cotton boy short panties.

If I'd known a woman as enchanting as she would visit me today, I would have worn something sexier, maybe some soft satin, barely there panties matched with a cut-away bra that would have scarcely contained my ampleness.

"I didn't think you could tell that from just seeing the back of me. I sit like this, so I'm overlooked."

"You are in a corner by yourself."

"I, uh, I'm better with words on a page than coming from my lips."

"I hear nothing wrong with your words or voice, least of all your lips, now as we talk."

Her fingers caressed the back of my hand in slow, gentle circles. My breath caught. A fiery flush flared across my skin, chest, and neck, spreading wide across my cheeks, hotter than moments before.

"You haven't -- well, uh -- seen me with someone so -- nice as -- "

"Me?"

"Well, ah -- is it hot in here?" So I fanned myself with my left hand as she massaged my right hand, which rested near my coffee mug. "You -- there's just something -- are you sure it's not hot here?"

Her voice maintained a sweetness and calm that tempered my anxiousness no matter how flustered I felt deep inside.

"I believe the temperature is fine. You appear to be very hot. Is that the colloquial word you use for someone exquisite in beauty, deliciously sexy? Your American English is still new to me. So many ways to describe."

"Yeah, that's the word, but I'm far from any of those descriptions, though they are amazing to hear."

"I believe you deny your loveliness. And your intellect."

"You've just met me, so I don't know how you could deduce such things about me."

Her level of knowing me from so little exhilarated and frightened me simultaneously. I desired to be seen for my honest self, not for what I wore to satisfy the expectations of others. She saw into me so keenly. How long had I spent time with others, and they never dipped below the surface? She dove deep into my heart in minutes.

"You are beautiful because your words create feelings and emotions within me, and longing. Your body is beautiful for much the same reason. But even without me here, you would remain beautiful because you have an inner light that shines."

I shifted my hips again, crossed my legs, and leaned forward. I rested my left elbow on the table and set my burning cheek on the back of my hand as I stared at the woman, totally taken by her words. She said all the right things to make me want her to tell me more of them as she slowly undressed me and followed with languid kisses. Or would I combust right now in the coffeehouse before that could even happen? I wasn't sure of anything now.

"Your tongue is very skilled. I'll give you that much."

I studied her eyes and glanced at her long, straight, soft snow tresses that cascaded down the front of her shoulders and back to mid-torso.

It wasn't a shade of white I'd ever seen. It had a pearly shimmer as the light from the nearby window played across it. The way it swayed as she moved her head and body wrote pure poetry in my mind, and birthed an urge to run my fingers through it.

Her skin had a rich golden tone with a greater affinity to warm sunbeams than a sun-kissed tan. The uniqueness mesmerized me because I'd seen nothing like it. It made her even more delicious and mysterious.

"And I can also say your hair is lovely. As are your eyes and lips. And your skin. Just all of you." I winced and wrinkled my nose the moment my mind processed the words my mouth blurted out. "You probably think I'm some crazy woman going on like this."

She softly laughed, then a shy smile spread across her face. "Would you think me forward to tell you I wish I could feel your lips against mine right now?"

I fanned myself and glanced toward the window, my eyes unfocused. The woman was scrumptious in all the ways I only fantasized about alone late at night when I needed the sweetest relief. Did I want to fight the temptation? Should I push back against her boldness? I glanced around and confronted my doubts. "I don't think it's too bold. The thing is, I've never had someone be so refreshingly honest about what they desired."

"It is not common for someone to state what they want?"

I fought an impulsive grin at the sincerity of her words and the look on her face, eyes wide with curiosity. "It's not so openly said when people first meet, at least not in my experience. If you're one of the 'pretty people,' you go straight to sex because you're perfect."

She shook her head while she scanned the coffeehouse patrons and gazed at me. "I do not understand how one categorizes 'pretty people' and decides one is and another is not. It is a strange way to classify who can state their wants."

"Yeah, well, that's the way our society is here. I gather from your accent that you're not from here, and how you talk about what's customary, and that American society is unfamiliar to you. Am I wrong to presume this is your first time here?"

She puckered her lips for several moments, dipped her eyes, and slowly met my gaze again, the hint of a wry smile replacing the scrunching of her mouth. She leaned in close to me and whispered just loud enough to make out her words above the cacophony of voices.

"I intended to blend in, but you noticed me. I have failed at my attempt."

I stifled a laugh at the absurdity of her words as I saw a rapid change in her emotions. Her total energy changed from buoyant to deflated. A thin thread of a tear meandered down her cheek.

I closed my laptop and held both her hands in mine. A tender smile spread across my lips as I gently caressed the backs of her hands with my thumbs.

"You're not a failure, dear. No one is perfect, and there's no one way to be. There are guidelines for acceptable behavior in culture and society, but they're pretty broad in the United States. Be kind to yourself. Besides, you're splendid company."

Dancing sparkles filled her eyes as if sunlight reflected off gentle ripples in her seas. She leaned in slowly, a moment after, and our lips brushed in gentle sweeps until the softest, sweetest kiss joined us together. Everything seemed to stop, including time, as our first kiss melted into another, then another, until she gently probed my lips with the soft, warm tip of her tongue.

I parted my lips without hesitation and welcomed her within me. The tenderness of her touch urged delicious moans of approval from me as I spread them wider to accept more of her. She tasted like candy and lust blended. There was no way I could resist that combination, even if we were in a busy coffeehouse as mild exhibitionists.

I teased her tongue with mine, and we took turns caressing and exploring, finding sweet spots within each other that made her tingle as much as I did, giving her tender gasps and contented moans. A shiver ran up and down my spine, and my core blazed out of control. I lost myself in her otherworldly techniques and whimpered when she broke the endless kiss for us to catch our breath.

"That-that -- oh my Goddess -- whew -- yeah, that was -- out of this world."

"I enjoy giving pleasure to a partner, to you. And you reciprocate the pleasure so willingly. You are a loving being. So warm a lover."

I couldn't restrain a nervous giggle. "Well, I, uh, I've never been called a lover by anyone. You would be the first. My first...lover. Yeah. That sounds so sad to say."

Her hand caressed my cheek. I nuzzled it and savored the warmth of her palm, mixing with my flushed face. My eyes closed without conscious thought, and I imagined floating above the Earth, watching it move beneath me. The sweeping panorama overwhelmed my senses, leaving me speechless in awe of its beauty.

Attentive hands caressed my body, and I realized I was nude as the warmth of flesh upon flesh arced electricity across my skin and spine. Unknown fingers teased my pert nipples. Another set raced between my engorged labia. They parted with the slightest touch from the unknown lover until two fingertips gently circled my hood, drawing whimpers of delight from a space within me that remained untouched until that moment.

Floating weightless, I reached out, found purchase on something unseen, and rotated to solve the mystery. I drank in the lovely naked form of a golden goddess and studied her, every curve starting from her toes and rising. Then, when I saw her hair and became lost again in the familiar, inviting seas, I realized it was her, the woman I'd just met.

Her voice filled my mind while her lips remained unmoving in a broad smile.

"Do you wish to experience this beyond a waking dream?"

My eyebrows rose, eyes dilated to small moons, and I spoke without speaking. "This can't be real. This is just my very active imagination."

"This is within your thoughts, but I desire to make it real for you if that would please you."

My mind worked on a response, filled with doubts and questions, but my body ached for her touch without reservations. Emotions pushed me forward, and logic pulled me back. I allowed my hunger to guide me as my ultimate answer.

"Yes, I want to experience it for real."

"We shall make it so."

The dream vanished, and my eyes sprang open.

Her hand hovered near my cheek, no longer touching. She grinned mischievously, and her voice gained an enticing purr that amplified the ache deep in my hips so acutely that there was no question my need wrecked my panties.

"Let us leave here for where we shall have more privacy. It will be a scenic journey to our destination. I believe you will enjoy every moment."

She motioned to my laptop and my half-empty mug of mocha.

"Please, take your time to savor your drink and pack your possessions. The anticipation of being with you, the longing to make your fantasies real, awakens my body with an intensity I have not experienced before. I am both happily excited and exceedingly nervous."

"I get that, all of that. It's been a while since...being with someone. So, I'm nervous too, but even more excited."

Sensations of wetness crept along the cleave of my buttocks, and dampness left warmth along my inner thighs. I'd leave a wet spot on the seat of the chair. Of that, I was quite confident.

My nipples jutted against the satin cups of my corset, tightened into hard berries begging for liberation.

With so little known about her, she enthralled me in so short a time. I craved her like I'd been in lust with her for ages. Yet I lacked a tiny detail that my mind urged me to get to soothe a measure of the anxiety. "I need to ask you something, and I feel silly about it given how into each other we are without sharing it, but -- "

"Any question you have, I will answer truthfully."

"Um, okay, well, what is your name? Mine is Alana."

She tilted her head and leaned in, brushing her lips against mine. I parted them without prompting, and we tasted each other anew as she slipped her warm, soft tongue within me. The teasing and exploring transformed into a nova of want and need. It was a universe filled with only her and me.

I ran my fingers through her silken mane. Immediately calm fell upon my mind, removing residual worry and hesitation as her tresses caressed my skin. The hunger in my body remained.

We steadied ourselves by gripping the other's forearms and devoured each other as if we'd not been together for months.

When I thought we'd make a scene so scandalous they'd throw us out in moments, she broke the kiss to catch her breath and cupped my cheek in her hand. A satisfied smirk exploded across her face, and she slowly blinked three times as if she were a contented feline.

"I desired payment for the information you desire." She leaned in, gently kissed my lips languidly, and rested her forehead against mine. "The name given to me at my birth was Sulara."

I dove into her refreshing oceans and caressed the back of her hand as it rested upon my cheek. "It's so delicious to know you, Sulara."

"Equally so."

She slowly blinked again and gradually traced her fingertips down her neck to where the plunging vee of her neckline began. I noticed the shimmering darkness clinging to her curves for the first time, as if someone had made it for her alone. It left nothing of her form to the imagination, and her mounded nipples peaked against the fabric, revealing her intense arousal.

She toyed with a dull silver spiraled chain around her neck, suspending just above the curves of her breasts an amulet holding a crimson jewel. Sparkling silver metal surrounded it, and thin black lines formed two concentric circles marked with short sequences of loops, curves, straight lines, and shapes, which held no meaning to me.

"It is beautiful art with a practical purpose. I will show you."

I quickly sipped the rest of my still quite warm mocha and tucked away my laptop, mouse, and the handful of writing reference books from the table. As much as the need for relief spurred my haste, the intrigue of the necklace oddly propelled me even more. "I'm ready."

"It is all pleasure in the soul now, as we say in my culture, when we bring our new lover to where we dwell."

I stood and shouldered my backpack, grinning at her and shaking my head. "So I became your lover before you even brought me home? Most people have sex before they can become lovers. Or someone seduces them for a while and calls them that."

She flowed gracefully upward from her chair like a sensuous stream of water. She bewitched me already with her energetic passion, as if her voice and eyes weren't enough. Now she enthralled me with the rest of her.

I discovered what I'd missed before when her lyrical tone and welcoming oceans took me. I thought about what I saw of her clothing as she sat, conforming to her curves. She stood demurely, attempting to appear innocent after demonstrating the salaciousness of her depraved desires. I confirmed every part of her outfit fit her assertive personality and hugged her tight with every curvaceous inch of the dress.

It was as if she wore a second skin over her body, masquerading as a minidress painted on. The hem of it stopped a hand's length above her knees. Her bell sleeves draped just short of her wrists, as if from a wizard's robe, and the cloth was gossamer thin.

Her high-heeled boots had the same shimmering darkness and clung to her legs from her ankles up to a couple of inches above her knees as if they were silk stockings. The longer I gazed at them, the more I believed they were both there and yet not.