“Make sure that you do not have sex with the human beings, okay, because if you do, it will make you weak,” his instructor had told him before he had left, but he had been too proud to ask him what sex was.
There were quite a number of do’s and don’ts that he had been given, although he had barely paid any attention as he was being reminded of them. Right from the time that he had been a young alien male, Sean had the habit of not taking things seriously. He believed that if you were too serious, life became dull and you might as well just die early. Right now as he boarded the shuttle, he had forgotten half of the things that he had been told to do and not to do. The only thing that he remembered was how to prepare to treat the human bodies so that they could adapt to their new environment. There were some enzymes that he was to inject them with so that their bodies would not degenerate when they got to Mars. These were enzymes that the aliens had spent years trying to develop, and they could even enable the human beings to understand their language and all manner of other things. Being merchants of the universe, it was important that the humans adapted to their new surroundings if the aliens were to sell them for profit as slaves and lab rats.
He strapped on his safety belt and hit the dislodge button, and the space shuttle fell away from the flying saucer, beginning to make its fall towards Earth. Sean let the shuttle drift downwards at a high speed, estimating his time of landing to be within a couple of hours. He was ready for this, and he could not hide the excitement that he was feeling. This was actually his first time off their planet of Mars. Normally, they would never let a newbie go all by himself, and especially due to the danger that was on some of the other planets, but earth was pretty much the safest place for any alien since the aliens had way more sophisticated material and technology than the humans, although the humans could not totally be disregarded. It seemed like an eternity before he finally felt the space craft splashing into what had to be water. Sean braced himself for the landing, steering the craft towards the land and taking it just beneath the surface of the water so that it would not be seen by the naked eyes of the humans. As soon as the craft came to a stop, Sean got out and swam to the shore, ready to get to work. He was not really sure on what part of the earth he had landed, because he could not see the tall buildings that the other aliens always talked about, but he hoped to catch some human beings pretty soon.
*****
“Oh fuck, I think that there is a storm brewing, Duke,” Sandra shouted above the roar of the thunder as the yacht swayed from side to side.
She struggled to steer the craft, but it was becoming more and more difficult, and she was starting to panic. It had rained quite a lot and darkness had come over the whole land. She had lost compass of where they were and so she was relying on the moon to tell the direction in which they were going, but now even the moon had disappeared, covered by the clouds.
It had been three days since she and Duke had embarked on their trip and so far, things had gone great. On their way down to the Caribbean, they had made numerous stops at various cities and today they had decided to make it for some private island that they’d heard about. They had steered away from the safe waters, and now Sandra was beginning to regret her movements. She reached for the radio to see if she could call in for help, but when she turned it on, there seemed to be no signal.
“Would you like me to help you, what should I do?” Duke said, walking up to her and taking the steering wheel from her.
“Just try and keep her on a straight course while I see if we can radio for some help,” she said above the roar of the waves.
She stood in between him and the steering wheel, her lean body squeezed there with his hands at her sides, clinging to the steering wheel and the throttle. Sandra fumbled with the radio, searching for another channel, but there was nothing doing. They were in the control cabin and despite their situation, she could not help how her body felt with Duke's body so close to hers, his heat radiating all over her.
“Fuck, the damn thing is not working,” she said, putting the radio away and turning on the huge screen so that she could check the GPS map to see if she could identify their location. She looked through the map before pointing to a location. “I think that this is where we are, and that means that there has got to be an island not far away from here. I don’t understand why the signal here is so poor.”
“Must be the storm,” he said to her, his mouth near her ear, and the heat of his breath making her senses do somersaults as a wave of excitement made its way through her body. “Why don’t we see if we can get to the island that you're talking about. Maybe we could dock there until the weather becomes better, most likely by tomorrow morning?”
“That is the same thing that I was thinking,” she said, looking at the compass to know their exact coordinates. “Here, let me help you with this.”
She took the steering wheel and the throttle from him, although he did not move from his place behind her. She turned the steering wheel swiftly, the boat swerving to once side dangerously, just as a wave cut under them. Sandra had been on the sea for a good number of trips, but she had never come across such severe weather conditions. The night was now pitch dark and it was raining as if tomorrow would never come. She wished that they could just find a place to dock so that she could lie in Duke's arms as he held her safe all night. A dream is what that was because they did not even share the same room on the yacht.
There was a sudden jerking of the boat followed by a loud noise, and the boat suddenly ground to a halt. Sandra quickly killed the engines of the boat to avoid damaging anything as both of them dashed down into the cabin below.
“I think that we might have hit some rocks or something. We had better get out the anchor just in case the waves wash us away. We should be safe here for the meantime,” she said as they headed for the stern of the craft.
The rain pelted on them as they dashed out of the cabin, heading for the anchor, which they released into the water, before dashing back into the craft.
“I must say, it has been quite a while since I went on such a trip and it is pretty scary although the best trip that I have been on,” Duke said as Sandra tried to hide the fear that she was feeling inside.
“Really, I'm glad that you are enjoying it despite what we are going through right now. The good thing is that I think that we just might have hit on the island that I was talking about, which means that we should be safe for the meantime,” she said to him. “I'm going to take a warm bath and I think that you should do the same.”
She could feel his eyes on her back as she made her way to her room. It was as if she was finally beginning to get through to Duke although she had not quite yet cracked where she wanted to be. She did not want him to just look at her as a sex symbol the way that he was right now, although she had to admit that it had her wet as hell, in between her thighs. Sandra wanted Duke to look at her as a woman that he could love, a woman that he could look forward to seeing to every single day for the rest of their lives. She desperately wanted him to love her and appreciate her for who she was, and that is what she intended to get by the time that their trip was coming to an end.
Her whole body was on fire by the time that she removed her clothes and made her way into the bathroom. The sensitive spot in between her thighs was on fire and she was wetter than she could ever remember being in her life. She needed Duke more than he would ever realize, but she was not going to give in to him unless he actually wanted more from her than just sex. She stepped into the bathtub hoping that the water would make her feel better and cool off the extreme lust that was burning within her. Never had she felt so much lust for a man before, so much desire. This was definitely a sign that Duke was indeed meant to be hers.
*****
Light glowed through the screen before him as he opened his eyes, the sound of the radio sputtering before him waking him up from his deep slumber.
“Sean, do you read. Are you alright or should we send you backup?” a voice from the
control tower back home said.
He picked up the radio and spoke into it. “Yes, I'm alright, and no, there won't be a need for backup. I have everything under control. I landed safely and will execute my duty today.”
“Copied, over. Let us know if there is anything else, should anything arise,” the operator said, before the line went dead.
“Copied.”
He removed the safety belt and then stood up, walking to the back of the shuttle. The shuttle was leaning backwards, meaning that the tail was probably touching the bottom of the sea, while the tip peeked just above the surface of the water. Wondering for how long he had been asleep, Sean got out his fake identification documents, documents that human beings used, stuffing them in the back pocket of his pants. These would be essential in getting around on Earth, although there was not much that humans could do to him even if they discovered that he had no documents. He could easily fight off a whole army without getting a scratch on himself. Not even their weapons had any effect on him. Carrying the documents was just to avoid many things and to play it cool. Raising suspicions that there were aliens on earth was the last thing that Sean and his type wanted, as it would put the humans on guard.
He put on a waterproof outfit and then made his way to the front of the shuttle, stepping out into the sun as he stood on the top. He was at least half a mile from the shore and so he pulled a lifeboat off the shuttle, inflating it with air before he jumped into it and began oaring himself to the land. He could not hide the excitement that he felt within as he finally brought the boat to the shore, hiding it amongst some bushes, before proceeding to try and find out where he was.
He could not see any buildings in the vicinity and not a soul in sight. What if he had landed in the wrong place, because according to the tales that he’d heard from others that had made the trip, Earth was a place that was full of tall buildings, many vehicles and even more people. This place where he was just seemed surrounded by vegetation. It looked as if he had landed on an island of sorts, and if he did not find any human beings here, he was going to have to wait for the dark before he took off to another part of the earth. He had walked almost around the whole island when he thought he spotted something stuck in a cove. It was a white vessel and there was some sort of movement on it. He stood still and adjusted the lenses in his eyes, zooming in to see a male and a female on the craft. Bingo, at least he had hit home. They seemed to be waving at him or something, and so he raised his hand and waved back at them. The craft was also at least a half a mile from the shore, and it looked like it was stuck on some boulders jutting out of the sea.
“Help us, we are stuck,” a voice shouted, the chip translating the cords and making him understand that they were in distress.
“Come on, swim over here,” he shouted back at them, his voice sounding strange since the alien way of communication was much more different.
“It is too far,” said a male voice this time.
“What sort of cowards are these?” he said to himself under his breath as he dashed into the water and began wading through the water, heading towards the yacht. More and more of his body disappeared into the water, until just his head was above the surface by the time that he came to one of the boulders in the water that was blocking the craft.
“We didn’t know that it was so shallow. Sorry for making you come all this way, dude,” Duke said, looking at Sean with gratitude.
“Not at all.”
“I think that we are shipwrecked here and the boat can't get out of this situation until the tide comes back,” Sandra said. “But boy, are we glad to see you.”
“Wait a minute, aren’t you Sean Masters, the famous movie star?” the man asked as Sean looked at him, his eyes filled with confusion as he wondered what the human being was talking about.
“Yeah, this is Sean Masters, the movies Flaming, Speed and so many more. What are you doing here, Sean? Don’t tell us that we are just in time to witness a photo shoot?” Sandra said excitedly, and it was then that Sean remembered that he had been given the identity of a celebrity so that it would make it easier for him to lure his captives.
“Yes, that is me. I was just passing by here and the weather became a mess, and so I stopped by for a little,” he said to them, unable to take his eyes off the man.
“Well, I'm Duke Wallace, and this is Sandra Maine. We too were out sailing when the storm hit us last night. This calls for a celebration, Sean. Would you like to join us on our yacht, or would you rather we go to the island?” Duke asked as Sean thought about his options.
“I have a better idea, my ship is not far from here, how about we all go down to it and celebrate there?” he said, although he really had no idea what the meaning of celebrate was and it looked like it had not been programmed into his chip.
“Perfect, we have a couple of bottles of champagne on board. We’ll just get them and then we can head off to your ship,” Sean said, disappearing into the cabin, appearing a couple of minutes later carrying a box.
“Sean, do you think that you can help us inflate this boat, we have been trying to do it the whole morning but we realized that we did not carry a pump with us?” Sandra said, pointing to a deflated boat on the side of the craft.
“Let me see what I can do,” he said, walking over to the boat.
He pulled the tubing off the side of the yacht and then blew into the little opening, completely forgetting that he was an alien and could easily fill it up. The boat filled up with air instantly as the humans looked at him with disbelief in their eyes.
“Oh my God, how did you do that?” they had shock registered on their faces as he lowered the boat into the water, making him realize his first mistake.
“Well, let’s just say that it is something that I mastered because of being on the sea for so long,” he quickly cooked up an excuse before changing the subject quickly to make them forget. “Here, you can now bring the box down and then follow me.”
He got into the boat and reached for the box that was handed to him, wondering what celebrate was, because that is definitely what had to be in the box. He then helped Duke and Sandra into the boat and soon they were making their way back to the beach.
“Don’t tell us that you were alone on the island?” Duke said as they got off the boat, pulling it onto the safety of the land and under a coconut palm.
“Looks like it. I was actually taking a tour when I spotted you guys. Come on, this way, my ship is in that direction,” he needed to get them onto his ship as quickly as possible, almost not able to believe just how easy all of this had actually been.
They walked to the spot where he had hidden his boat and then began making their way to his shuttle, whose nose still jutted out of the water. The humans seemed pretty excited and he almost laughed within, wondering what they would think if they knew that he was kidnapping them.
*****
Sandra had never seen a ship that looked like this before. She assumed that it was some sort of submarine as they got off the boat and entered it through the top. Inside there were so many gadgets, many of which she had never seen before.
“Damn, this looks like Silicone Valley,” Duke aired the very same things that she was thinking. “What sort of vessel is this?”
“Well, I guess if you have the money you can afford to buy just about anything in this world,” she said in response, opening the box that Sean had now put down.
She pulled out a bottle of wine for each one of them, handing each of them one. She then popped the corks and opened all the bottles before they all sat down in the conference like room in the back of the vessel.
“Here is to meeting up with Sean Masters, the renowned movie star,” she said, holding the bottle into the air before they all brought their bottles to their mouths, each one of them taking a huge gulp of champagne.
She sat next to Duke and they faced Sean, and Sandra couldn’t help noting the way that he almost choked as he drank the drink.
“Are you okay, Sean?�
� she asked, arching her eyebrows to look at him. “I know that this is probably not the sort of champagne that you're used to, but I was hoping that it would at least be worthy for us to celebrate meeting you with it.”
“No, it’s fine,” he said, coughing. “It has been a while since I drank champagne and I guess that is why I'm acting like that.
Sandra was perplexed because she had seen him on television just a couple of days ago toasting with friends as they celebrated the premier of another one of his movies. Anyway, maybe these superstars were like this. Thinking nothing of it, she let herself enjoy the drink, feeling it quickly going to her head, making her tongue a lot more fluid. She even completely forgot about where they were, actually shifting her concentration to Duke by placing her hand on his thigh.
It was not hard to notice the way that his dick hardened almost instantly in his pants, a huge tent forming at his crotch. She could not help it as she let her hand snake slowly towards Duke's crotch, her fingers brushing over the huge hardness within. She felt as if her whole body was on fire as he groaned softly, her hand beginning to rub over the erection. It was thick, long and hard and she did not even want to imagine what it would feel like deep inside her heat, driving her crazy with pleasure. She knew that she should have probably waited until Duke was in touch with his emotions, but right now she just couldn’t help herself. She had been waiting for a moment like this almost her whole life and now that it was here, and with a little alcohol in her head, there was no way that she was going to let it pass.
“Sandra, what are you doing?” Duke asked breathlessly as she struggled to push her hand into his pants through the waist.
“Something that I think I should have done a long time ago, Duke. Right now we don’t really know what fate lies in store for our future and if there is something that I would like to do before I die, it is to make love to you.” That was something that Sandra would never have said, but it was probably the alcohol in the champagne that was talking on her behalf.
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