Stranded
Chapter 15
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Tillyn, a radiant and otherworldly alien, appears on Marc’s rooftop, breathtaking in every way. Her beauty, the way she moves, instantly captivates him. For two perfect, unforgettable days, they are lost in wonder, laughter, and desire, hearts entwined. Then she vanishes without warning, leaving him aching with longing. But fate is not done with them. As Tillyn struggles to find her way back, Marc dares to hope that this mesmerizing, irresistible stranger might return to be his Valentine forever
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
It had been ages since Marc had slept so well. The sun pierced through the small opening between the curtains, which lit up his bedroom and he inhaled deeply to get some more oxygen to his brain.
It had been five days since Tillyn’s tablet was ‘beamed up’ and he had high hopes that today around noon a new tablet would arrive. He checked his telephone and saw he had about a half hour to get ready.
He remembered the amazing time he had spent with Tillyn. Her voluptuous body felt so great when he made love to her. He sighed when he got out of bed with a massive hard on.
Lazily, he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Images of a naked Tillyn flooded his mind and he remembered how she played with his cock. She was incredibly good, being a novice to the world of sex. He smirked when he recalled her cute shriek when he blasted his seed against her big breasts.
He bucked his hips while he imagined fucking her wet pussy as she was bent over. Oh, he would’ve loved to grab those delicious firm cheeks to pound his cock even deeper into her. He closed his eyes and shouted her name when he finally came.
He sighed deeply, wondering when he could feel her warm skin against his again. It was such a relief that Tillyn reached out to him, but he was unsure what was going to happen.
Was she coming back?
If so, how long would she stay?
A little frustrated, he turned off the shower. He sincerely hoped Tillyn would give him some answers.
He looked at himself while he was drying his body and noticed dark rings under his eyes. It was obvious he needed a few more good nights of sleep to get rid of them.
His stubble wasn’t too bad, and he decided to shave later in the day or even the next day, just before he recorded his message for Tillyn.
A brand-new tablet he’d bought for the occasion, was fully charged and set up in his office, ready to record his video.
He slipped into his bathrobe and walked to the kitchen to brew a nice cup of coffee. He had never felt this excited before. The knowledge that an alien woman was seeking contact with him was just so surreal.
The large clock in the living room showed almost twelve o’clock. Only a few minutes to go!
He sat down on the chair that had a clear view of the spot where the tablet would materialize, and slowly took a sip of his coffee.
The living room was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock and his heart that was pounding in his chest.
“Yes!” he shouted happily when suddenly bright sparks danced above the carpet stain. It didn’t take long before the sparks became blurry and as soon as they had disappeared, a shiny black tablet laid on the carpet.
Within a split-second Marc was at the spot, and, with a trembling hand, he picked up the tablet. He pressed the button and gasped when he saw Tillyn, smiling happily at him.
“Hey Marc,” she said warmly. “How are you?”
“It’s so funny to start with the same sentence again,” she said with a short giggle “I’m sure you’ve heard it so many times.”
But then her face became serious as she said, “I’m so glad you managed to get those few words back to me.”
She shook her head as she said demurely, “It could have gone completely wrong.”
“Anyway,” she said while her smile reappeared, “we know now that we can communicate with each other, which is such a big relief.”
“I’m going to tell you what has happened the last cycles and I’ll tell you what my plans are. I know it will blow your mind, so be prepared.”
The view of her pretty face zoomed out and Marc gasped when he saw she was wearing the red dress he’d bought for her.
“I was devastated when I was transported to the rescue ship,” Tillyn continued, “especially because I never had the chance to say goodbye to you. It was a small ship with only one emergency transporter that can only transport once every cycle. The ship wasn’t cloaked so we had to leave Earth as soon as possible.”
“As you can see, I’m still an Earth woman,” she said, “It’s really insane how that happened but I’ll happily tell you that another time. The most important thing is that I can’t be reverted to a Dunian woman and I’m now a full-blown Earth woman.”
“No way,” whispered Marc.
Tillyn sighed. “You can imagine that it has a major impact on me and my situation on Dunia. I miss you, Marc. I want to come back to you. I know this might be a lot to process but I feel like I don’t belong on Dunia anymore.”
“So,” she said softly, “now back to the current situation. The reason I’m using the tablet to communicate with you is because I can’t travel to Earth right now. My own ship is still in orbit around earth and won’t be salvaged for a large cycle. I do believe you call it a year. And my friends rescued me by illegally using a test trip. In other words, I’m stuck on Dunia.”
“Shit!” cursed Marc.
“It looks bad,” Tillyn said, “but there’s always a way to get to a better place. I recently got permission to use anything that has been designated as recycled material, and I’ve already spotted a small ship that I can use. The downside is that it probably will take me about hundred cycles to make it space worthy.”
“Oh fuck,” he gushed.
“So, that’s my story, for now,” she said with a forlorn smile. “I, I don’t know if you would like me to come back to Earth. You know, be with you. Getting to know you better. Learn the language so I can read the menus.”
“So, let me know what you think, and I’m sorry that I drop it on you like this,” she said softly. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you and hear your voice. Take care, Marc.”
A shiver ran down his back when she kissed her fingers and moved them to the camera. A few seconds later the recording stopped.
“Bloody hell,” he gushed. He just couldn’t believe what had happened to her. He definitely needed some time to think about it before he made a recording. He had never expected this.
Tillyn sighed when she saw the mess under the hatch. Clearly the ship was decommissioned because of poor maintenance, and it would take her quite some time to get it fixed.
“I don’t know, Aris,” she said glumly. “How will I ever convert this piece of junk into a space worthy ship?”
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