Amber Yates is just twenty-four years old and practically fresh out of college. With red hair and a banging body she could be a runway model rather than a therapist working in alien affairs on Sierra OneOne. With a tiny waist, generous by perky breasts and a wonderful petite ass with just the right amount of flair to her hips, she is the talk and the envy of the office. Overall she looks delicious.

Ustir has been aching to get to see what other human qualities she has other than helping him adjust to life with humans on Sierra OneOne. He is part of the third wave to come here to integrate with the newly discovered humans. He has an appointment with her today—one of several so far with many more to come before she recommends him to join the populace. Right now he is with the others in a specially built complex waiting to integrate.

He slips past the secretary, a woman nearly Amber’s age, but not quite as attractive as the therapist. She looks up and smiles. There is no need for words. She knows who he is and why he is there. Rapping lightly on the door, Ustir pushes the door open and enters the office.

Amber is on all fours under her desk, her back toward him. She is wearing a fairly short top and it is ridding up her back, exposing a nice expanse of bare back. As usual, she is wearing a pair of tight blue stretch pants, which are currently stretched over her taut ass. As she moves forward her ass cheeks as pulls even further apart until happily Ustir can see every detail of her crack through the stretched material. His cock hardens. It is the effect she has had on him since he began coming here. Seeing pictures back on his home planet of humans didn’t stir any feelings. It wasn’t until he saw in person a human female, specifically Amber.

She finally notices him standing there and hurriedly gets to her feet. Her face is flushed, probably because the blood has rushed to her head or maybe she is aware of what the alien got to see and is embarrassed. Mostly it’s the former, considering she hasn’t shown any signs of finding him attractive like he has her. “I didn’t hear you knock,” she says.

Ustir shakes his head. His dark red tendrils shake. “I did,” he says. “Sorry if I scared you.” Like humans, the Fingrik have something on their heads. Unlike humans, it’s not hair. These are tendril-like appendages that can move like extensions of the Fingrik’s body. They are a deep red that end at the roots to match the dark, deep color of purple that covers the body. Unseen because of the clothes humans want them to wear, a red strip matching his tendrils runs midway from his belly down to the much smaller tendrils above his large cock. In a way they are like human pubic hair, but like what is on his head, these too are used like extensions.

“You didn’t scare me,” she says nonchalantly. “Something came loose under there.” She stretches. “I was trying to fix it.”

The stretch seems to be a habit of hers. Ustir has noticed that she does it often, seemingly without realizing it. It has quite the effect on him. And as usual, her top rides up again as she lifts her arms, exposing her belly this time. It is a sight worth seeing too! She has a wonderfully flat belly and the cutest little belly button. Fingriks don’t have belly buttons. A glimpse is usually enough to disrupt the rest of his day, and coupled with the recent display of ass, Ustir know what he is going to be doing after this session. Like humans, Fingrik are very sexual and share many of the same habits.

The alien must be staring for a fraction too long as she drops her hand suddenly to her sides. Ustir cannot help but notice the little jiggles of her breasts as she does so. “I hope you have it fixed,” he says. “I would hate to be delayed in my transition process.”

“There’s no delay,” she says quickly.

“I must admit that humans intrigue me,” Ustir says, strangely changing the subject.

“Oh? How so?” she asks.

“Well, human women at least,” he corrects. “Your boyfriend must like to kiss your belly button.”

To this Amber blushes. “I do not have a boyfriend. Not that that matters. As far as my belly button goes, it’s nothing special. And while I would say it is odd for a Fingrik to find a human attractive, I have noticed many of both sides are finding mutual attraction to one another.”

Ustir is intrigued and genuinely puzzled. While she has given him a revelation, she hasn’t offered the slightest hint of her being attracted to him. Maybe it is because he is new to this transition into the world of humans that he expects one to react the way he has. Fingrik that are selected to transition are given all kinds of information, specifically that pertaining to sexual intercourse and human behavior in the matter. Being so sexually energized, it makes sense. At the same time it helps the Fingrik to find a way to control humans should the need ever arise.

“So if you do not have a boyfriend, a husband maybe?” he pushes.

She shakes her head. “I don’t have one of those either.”

“Then who licks your belly button?”

Amber giggles and blushes some more. “No one does. What’s with the strange questions? I was not aware the Fingrik had such an obsession with navels.”

“I do not know about the rest of my species, but if you have noticed, we Fingrik do not have them ourselves. I am very fascinated by it.” Ustir grins and gets even bolder. “I assume you don’t have someone to lick you...” He nods toward her crotch, which is prominently displayed through her tight pants. He finds it hard not to think of her cunt neatly splitting and pushing apart by the seam.

“I get that when I need it,” she answers defensively.

“Often?” he asks.

“Not often,” she says. “But that is not the point, nor is it something we need to go into. You are her to transition, not learn about my anatomy and behaviors.”

“We Fingrik pride ourselves on pleasing the opposite sex,” he tells her. “It seems such a shame for a beautiful human woman, like yourself to miss out on such pleasure. I could eat you where you stand.”

Amber says nothing. What can she say? So she just stands there and stares at the alien. Her pupils have dilated and her breathing has become heavy. Clearly it is a sign the human is highly aroused.

“Why don’t I show you what my species can do?” Ustir offers.

Amber remains quiet, her face flushed and looking quite embarrassed. This is such a turn of events, such a change to what she is used to. It is perhaps a bit fast for her as she hasn’t really given too much thought of what it would be like with a Fingrik, or rather her and one. And since she doesn’t resist or say no, the idea must be intriguing to her.

“Give me a few minutes,” he says. “I’ll just use my tongue. You don’t have to do anything.” Ustir wants a taste of her. He knows that once he is cleared to transition he will have plenty of opportunity to have other human women, but he really wants Amber as his first.

Amber looks at him for a few seconds more and then nods shyly and almost imperceptibly. Why does she do it? Maybe curiosity wins out. “What do you want me to do?” she asks. Her voice is low and barely audible.

Ustir steps forward and says, “Just stand there. Let me do the work.” His two hearts are beating fast, almost out of rhythm with each other. His cock is now a rigid pole inside his pants.

Amber finally notices the bulge there and openly stares at it. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised to see it, maybe she should be. She raises her head again and looks straight into his eyes. Hers are shiny and bright and beautiful. She opens her mouth slightly and her lips look moist and inviting.

Ustir moves in even closer and takes a deep breath. She smells wonderful especially now that she is excited. Despite the lure of her breasts, the alien decides to concentrate on the task at hand. There is a time for other pleasures later. With steady and certain hands, Ustir reaches for her pants. He cannot resist running a hand around the back and lightly cupping on of her ass cheeks. Amber flinches ever so slightly, but he doesn’t pull away.

Slipping down to the hem of her pants, Ustir can see the top of her exposed white panties. The sight alone is almost enough to make the alien climax! Using both hands, he proceeds to tug at the stretchy fabric. They don’t come off so easy considering they are tight fitting after all. But once they are bunched around her ankles, Amber lifts each leg to slip her shoes off and free herself completely.

The alien kneels before her and examines her panties. They are so trivial. He still cannot understand the need for clothes especially since they reveal so much more than they hide, but it is the human way. Around the area they are hiding they have worked themselves into her folds. The cotton material is now darkened with her sensual juices as her excitement shows. Slowly the alien peels the panties from her, exposing an inch of flesh at a time. Amber remains very still, though Ustir can clearly hear her ragged breathing. He glances up. Her eyes are closed and she looks to be poised in anticipation. Finally he succeeds in revealing the full glory of her treasure. Quickly, he pulls the panties down her legs and Amber kicks them from her feet. Now he can admire her human form without distraction.

Amber seems to keep her pubic hair well groomed. There is hair but it is incredibly short. Since Fingrik don’t have hair, this is a fascination for them, especially seeing some humans with it, without it or in Amber’s case, with barely any. Through this thin layer of hair, he sees her slightly crinkled folds showing clearly, and glistening slightly. The flap of flesh at the top of her snatch just covers the nub, and he admiringly sees it throb oh so very gently.

Ustir places a hand on each hip and positions himself for her pleasuring. He decides to prolong the anticipation somewhat, knowing that humans get a thrill out of it. A spasm goes through the woman’s body as his tongue makes contact with the skin on her belly. He draws a tight little circle of saliva around her belly button. His mouth muscle glides effortlessly over her firm flesh. Ustir faintly probes into the pit of her belly and is consumed with pleasure. Amber’s breathing is slow and heavy. Her eyes are closed. Her hands rest on his broad shoulders. Ustir’s tendrils caress the outside of her thighs and ass cheeks.

The alien ends his detailed exploration of her belly button and begins to draw his tongue down toward his eventual goal, tracing several lazy loops on her skin. Amber’s breathing quickens. He pulls back slightly, removing his wicked mouth muscle from his. The woman’s breathing falters and her hands grips his shoulder even harder. Ustir smiles wickedly. He has the human woman where he wants her. Using one of his many tendrils, he uses a light touch to trace her folds with it. He gives that little flap of flesh a slight nudge and her body stiffens in response.

Lightly pressing against those folds with a second tendril, he parts her like a book. The moist pink flesh of her inner pudenda is coated with the juices of her arousal, bringing the alien to lick her clean. He breathes in deeply, savoring the sweet aroma. His tendril holds her open easily, allowing for a third to chart a course around her inner moistness. Amber’s breathing is fast and hard. That tendril pulls away and goes right into Ustir’s mouth, allowing him a taste. The woman is thick and sweet with a tangy promise of what the future holds.

He looks more into her depth of her cunt, reveling in how closely it resembles the female of his species. The universes design of its various species seems to run along the same lines it seems. Ustir moves forward once again. While spreading her open with those first two tendrils, he moves the tip of his tongue into her. It is very exquisite. The smell, the taste and the texture is simply splendid. He runs his mouth muscles around the inside to collect the excess fluids quickly rebuilding and greedily swallows it. Then he ventures a few quick darts with his tongue further in. Even to his tongue it feels tight, though quite slippery with her juices. Best of all, it feels invitingly warm, quite the opposite of his species’ counterpart.