Stranded
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Marc was struggling to get out of his wet clothes and cursed softly when he realized his phone was in his pants’ pocket. He sighed with relief when it was still working but quickly dried it with one of the towels anyway to be sure it wouldn’t fail on him later.
He couldn’t get his mind off the stunningly beautiful woman who was in his shower. He imagined how she struggled to get her tight-fitting clothes off her amazing body. He shook his head to keep his head cool and quickly dried off. He wanted to be ready in case she needed help.
The moment he was dressed again, he heard the shower being turned off. In a rush, he rummaged through a drawer and sighed with relief when he found his ex-girlfriend’s nightwear. It was a long t-shirt and loose-fitting shorts. Normally he would’ve felt the pain of their separation but today he was pleased he could help Tillyn.
He gathered his wet clothes and dropped them in the basket as he walked towards the living room. He needed a drink to calm his nerves; somehow, he was super excited to be with Tillyn. The thought she was an alien was intriguing, even though he still had his doubts.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey he’d kept for a special occasion and as he poured a small amount into his glass, he somehow knew his life was about to change.
He sat down, and while he sipped at the brown liquid, he stared at the dying torch flames in the roof garden. He closed his eyes while enjoying the rich whiskey’s flavor exploding in his mouth.
He sighed deeply because he wanted to be close to this amazing woman, but his ethics told him not to abuse the exceptional situation. The idea of having sex with her was ever so tempting but again he didn’t want to end up making the same mistake that had almost ruined his life.
His groin stirred when he recalled the moment he’d lathered her arm and hand with soap. Her nipples had firmed up and it was clear she’d truly enjoyed his sensual wash.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard dainty footsteps approaching the living room. He turned his head, and his heart skipped a beat when Tillyn walked towards him, dressed in his ex-girlfriend’s nightwear.
He’d forgotten how sexy the outfit actually was and Tillyn’s statuesque physique was dramatically emphasized by it. The ultra-short shorts perfectly displayed her long toned legs and her large, gravity defying, breasts pushed the top away from her flat stomach, revealing her cute bellybutton by every step she took.
But her relaxed smile made his heartbeat in his mouth; she was absolutely the girl of his dreams!
Too stunned to say something, he watched her glide towards him and gracefully sit down next to him. She eyed his glass and asked, “What are you drinking?”
He had to clear his throat several times before he could utter, “It’s called whiskey. It’s a fermented brew that has been distilled and then stored in oak casks for many years.”
“Can I have a taste?”
“Sure,” Marc said as he handed her the glass. “I advise you to take a small sip, it’s quite potent.”
He loved the fact she carefully sniffed at the glass. With bated breath, he watched her take a small sip of the whiskey. He could not stop himself from chuckling when suddenly her eyes got a lot bigger just as the strong alcohol hit her throat.
“Oh,” Tillyn wheezed, “this is like a potion we have at home, called ‘thu nuck’. You can get quiet, erm, dizzy from it and if you drink too much of it you get seriously ill.”
Marc smiled when she took another sip and said, “Let me get a glass for you.”
“Please don’t,” she said meekly, “I, I, rather would like something to eat. If that’s okay.”
“I think I can arrange that for you,” he said as he stood. “You’re lucky; there’s plenty left from the party.”
Tillyn watched Marc walk away and sighed deeply because she actually wasn’t allowed to get involved with the aliens.
“Are you planning to stay with this male?” Aris asked as its small body materialized in front of her.
“Aris,” she hissed, “stop scaring me like that. You know I hate it.”
“We don’t have much time before he comes back, and you didn’t answer my question Tillyn.”
Tillyn huffed and as she pulled at her t-shirt she asked, “What does it look like?”
“You’re taking an unnecessary risk consuming their food,” he responded flatly.
“I thought you were able to scan it?”
“Of course I can,” Aris answered softly. “But what use is it if I can’t warn you? It’s against the decree to reveal myself.”
Tillyn shrugged her shoulders and replied unperturbed, “Unless the food would kill me, then you’re allowed to warn me, aren’t you?”
“Still, you can get seriously ill.”
Tillyn rolled her eyes. “All the probes came back negative. There was nothing found that would threaten me or their society.”
“But the decree states you must avoid close contact.”
“Yet, I ended up right in front of him,” she spat.
“Do you want something else to drink, Tillyn?” Marc asked from the kitchen.
“Just water would be fine,” she responded.
Marc’s voice sounded closer when he said, “Just what I thought you would say.”
Tillyn saw Aris disappear just in time before Marc stepped into the living room with a large tray filled with glasses and a beautifully arranged dish of food.
Tillyn’s stomach rumbled loudly when Marc placed the tray on the table.
“Hmmm, seems I’m just in time,” Marc said dryly.
Tillyn’s face got warm when she responded meekly, “it has been a while.”
As he brought the plate in the middle of them, he said, “Since you’re an alien I thought to keep it as simple as possible.”
Tillyn sniffed the various pieces of food and decided to pick something that had an enticing smell. She waited a moment for Aris to scan and resolutely stuffed the delicious smelling snack into her mouth. She moaned of appreciation when the rich mixture of exotic spices exploded in her mouth.
“Oh,” she mumbled while she enjoyed the tasty bite, “this is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Marc responded, “it must be strange for you.”
Tillyn took a few sips of water to think about his remark and answered, “It is, but I won’t try these; their smell doesn’t appeal to me.”
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