WHAT’S A VEL TO DO?
By Velvet Belle Tree
Well … what did they
expect? They dump me on Earth and tell
me to live incognito and report back.
They give me an identity and a job.
Not a job I could be really good at mind you, like a Vegas stripper …
I’d knock the socks off the customers.
But no, they want me to be inconspicuous. Look at me, how can I be inconspicuous?
Well, they
managed. They got me a job working in a
library. Not a library in a big city,
but in a
And even with all
this, guys still come on to me! Guess
there are some things that are hard to hide.
Well, I settled in
after a while. Tried to fit in and act
like the people around me. Spent the
night with one of the guys who looked interesting. But the idiot couldn’t keep his mouth shut …
Had to brag about it in the local bars and his wife found out. Caused some trouble. Do these women really expect their men to remain faithful? Especially with someone like me around? But I don’t want to cause trouble, so I
cooled it from then on, and kept away from the local men.
Went a few times to
another town where no one knew me. One
time I’m sitting in a bar, about to go over to a really good looking man, when
another man goes over to him, kisses him on the mouth and sits down with him! I did manage to make a few contacts and have
some good times. But after a few
meetings they start to ask questions, questions that can’t be answered. What business is it of theirs if I wear
heavy gold jewelry all the time? Even
when stark naked. Then they want to know
how often I work out to get my fantastic body.
Or they wonder why I have no pubic hair!
Around that point I tell them it's been fun, but I gotta go, and that’s
the last I see of them.
Well, it all got too
complicated, so I decided to swear off men for a while. But it didn’t take too long for me to get bored
with my sex toys. So the problem
deepened, and I was getting antsy and finding it harder and harder to keep up
the nice girl image at the library.
So, I ask you: What’s a Vel to do?
Well, one day I was
surfing the web and came across a site called “Iwannagetlaid.com." Now, that sounded like the very thing I was
looking for. No complications. Just straightforward sex with no pretensions.
And I don’t have to
worry like ordinary women do. I can’t catch any of their disgusting
sexually transmitted diseases. And if a
guy got nasty … well, all I can say is, he’d never have to wear a jock strap
again.
So I signed up for a
short term subscription. I was glad to
see that pictures were optional – most people wouldn’t want the people they
work with or their families to see them on that site. I chose an appropriate screen name and
started to fill out the profile. I gave
my height as 6 feet , afraid that the truth of 6’ 1 ½ “ would scare men
away. Checked off blue eyes and long,
blonde hair. Checked off excellent for
figure type. Had trouble figuring out
what my best feature was (everything about me is great) but chose breasts. Said I wanted a man over 6 feet tall and
muscular. When asked what I wanted most
in a man I wrote stamina, not wanting to mince words.
I looked at the check
boxes listed under special interests and realized how weird earth people could
be when it came to sex. Bondage,
dominance, submission, sadism, masochism …
Who needs it? Luckily, there was
a box to fill in your own interests. I
wrote: “Friendly, energetic sex. No
domination or submission. No infliction
of pain.” Of course, they wouldn’t know
that they couldn’t hurt me. But just the
thought of a guy wanting to hurt me during sex would turn me off. I looked it over once more, made a few
tweaks, and hit submit.
And then I waited for
emails. A few guys lived too close
making me fear that they might recognize me later and some were too far
away. I found one that sounded like he
might be just the ticket. I responded
and we set up a meeting in a mutually convenient town that still wasn’t too
close to home. Now all I could do until
the meeting was hope that he lived up to his self-description.
I went to the town
where we were meeting and got an inexpensive motel room. I had bought some good shampoo and
conditioner and washed my hair and brushed it until its old luster
returned. I would wear it loose,
cascading to my shoulders. I took out
the brown contact lenses and replaced them with clear ones which would just
tone down my eyes so that they would still be blue but not the true Velorian
color which no human possesses. I got
into the clothes I had bought for the occasion. Jeans, a denim jacket, and a halter revealing enough to let the guy know exactly what he was getting. Sandals that showed my toes which had
been painted vermillion to match my nails.
Of course, I had my big gold circlet ready to put around my waist.
I wanted him to get
there first, so I could see him and if I didn’t like what I saw I could just
disappear. We had chosen a local coffee
shop which was easy to find and not a normal pickup place. I opened the door and looked around. I spotted him and my face lit up. He was more than I could have hoped for. Even sitting down I could tell that he was at
least 6’ 4”. And muscular. Not the kind of muscles that you get in a gym, but the kind that comes from real
work or athletics. And he was bronzed as
if he spent a lot of time outdoors. His
hair was short, light brown and curly.
His eyes were a striking color of green.
And the rest of his features were strong and chiseled, with a cleft
chin.
I walked over to his
table. “Hi, I’m Hot To Trot. Are you Studley?” I said, using our ridiculous
screen names. He gave a wolfish grin and
said “I sure am," standing and pulling out the other chair for me.
He ordered
cappuccinos for both of us. I really
didn’t want anything but felt we had to have something to pay for his use of
the table. After a few minutes he said,
“I have a room nearby.”
“Well, what are we
waiting for?" I responded and we left the coffee shop.
He put his arm around
me as we walked around the corner to the motel where he was staying. I re-calibrated his height at 6’6 ½”. I could feel the hardness of his body and the
excitement started to build.
We entered the motel
area, walked around the pool, and came to the door of his room. He took out his key card, and miracle of
miracles, it opened on the first try. We
stepped inside and I looked around. It
was an ordinary motel room with a king size bed. And then I looked at him and admired the
bulge in his pants – I didn’t think I would be disappointed.
I pulled my top over
my head and he gave a low whistle. Then
I removed my pants. Of course, I hadn’t
bothered with panties. He looked at me
appreciatively. Then he stripped. I looked at him as he removed his pants and
saw that he lived up to my expectations.
He looked at me again
and noticed my juices dripping down my legs.
“We don’t need any
preliminaries, do we?”, he said, looking hungrily at me.
He braced himself
against the wall and beckoned to me. I
went over to him. He put his hands under
my ass, lifted me up and skewered me. He kept his hands on my ass and I put my
hands around his neck. I put my feet against the wall for leverage and started
to move. The feel of the length and
breadth of his cock moving inside me and my clit rubbing against his hard,
hairy body drove me wild. My moans and cries
must have sounded like those of a banshee.
I can’t remember how long it's been since I came so explosively … maybe
never.
“Jesus”, he said, as
he put me down. “I hope this place is
sound proofed.”
I went over to the bed
and stretched out, smiling up at him invitingly. He looked me over again, exclaiming: “I’ve never seen breasts like yours
before. Are they real?”
I’d heard that
before. So I just said “Come on over and
find out”.
He sat down on the
bed next to me, his left hand playing with my right nipple and his mouth
sucking on my left nipple. After a while
he looked up and grinned: “They’re real
all right. Absolutely magnificent.”
“Thank you,” I said,
with false modesty.
Then his face moved
down my body and he breathed in deeply.
“Your smell. Intoxicating. Like no woman I’ve ever been with. I wonder what you taste like.”
So he tasted me. Licking and sucking. “Unbelievable. Makes me think I’m lying in a field of
wildflowers … eating honey. How do you
do it?”
I had a stock answer
for that too. “Oh, that’s my little
secret.”
Then he started
sucking again in earnest. His tongue lazily
circling around and then darting inside my cunt. Then sucking and nibbling on my clit. I writhed in ecstasy and came and came.
He raised his head
and looked at me. “You sure as hell
liked that.”
I looked down at his
erection and said “You seem to have enjoyed it too.”
Then I decided to
return the favor, taking him deep into my mouth and sucking greedily till he
erupted with a shout, sending his cum cascading down my throat.
“Fantastic”, he
muttered. “No gag reflex.”
Then we rested for a
while. Our hands started to play with
each other and my pheromones did their job.
When I saw that he was ready for another round I said: “You look like a cowboy. How about a horsey ride?”
I got on my hands and
knees, my ass up in the air. He laughed
and entered me, his hands cupping my
breasts. He yelled “giddyap” and off we
went. We had a hell of a great ride,
laughing and coming together.
Well, I felt it had
been an excellent encounter. Even better
than I had hoped for. Great sex… friendly,
vigorous and fun. And with a real hunk.
What more could a Vel ask for? I really
felt that I got my money’s worth from that web site and was sure he had
too. Out of curiosity I asked: “Have you used the web site before?”
He gave me a strange
look. “Web site? What web site?”