take a deep breath, I could swear her scent is calling to me even from this far away.
Drying off her other leg, she swings the towel around her body as she turns, her large breasts swinging and shaking slightly as if calling to me. My cock twitches again against the restrictive fabric of the clothing Alisha assigned to me. Studying the locals, we were given items to wear in order to blend in, and despite how uncomfortable these thick pants are, I’ve continued to wear them even though the odds of me running into any Humans out here was slim. It’s a good thing I did.
Just as she wraps the towel completely around her, she straightens up, and her eyes scan the forest. She can’t see me because I’m still standing in my dimension’s gateway. Propriety has me releasing myself, but even though she’s covered herself my hardness still hasn’t subsided. It’s all I can think about as waves of attraction cascade over me.
Noting this, it takes me a moment to realize her eyes have stopped on me. It isn’t until she says, “Hello?” that I realize she does see me. Really sees me.
Should I answer?
Of course, I should! I want to, but I’m not even positive I can make her language sound correct.
I can understand her perfectly because of the translator our entire squad has had since originally joining the Guardians. That’s not really what the translators are for though. I’ve only ever used it to understand other species' speech. Normally, we speak in our language and let other species’ translators translate. Then we can understand each other perfectly.
Most alien species are so different that it’s not advisable to try and mimic them or attempt their language in any way. It’s better to speak your own language and let their translator convert it for them so there are no miscommunication. It’s amazing how a slight difference in enunciation can get you banned, punched, or even killed.
Since arriving on Earth, I’ve only had to have minimal conversations with the Earth inhabitants. I’ve never been a big talker, and Alisha, as our Personal Assistant, has coordinated all the arrangements while Nikon took the lead. We separated from the rest of our squad right after meeting with the Ashen aliens and finding out that the Wen virus is on Earth.
The moment passes while I hesitate, and she begins to stutter, “Uh …” She looks away, leaning down and gathering her belongings quickly. “I’m just leaving if …”
I’m making her nervous. There’s a quiver in her voice that’s absolutely identical to what we as Sinth have when we’re scared. When I realize she’s leaving, I turn and take a step back from where I’m hovering in my gateway so I’m completely in my dimension and can no longer see Earth.
Immediately, I feel a driving urge to go back. As if I need to go back, in fact. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly.
How ironic that I was just telling Purlogh that I wasn’t being drawn to a female. That it couldn’t be what this driving need was. I was adamant, assuring him I wasn’t being pulled or attracted to locate a mate. If he knew, he’d be laughing his ass off at the irony.
When Purlogh was accused of blasphemy, supposedly due to his projections and research of our dimension, he laughed. When others ridiculed him for suggesting that given the correct locations in the universe, we may find other life in our dimensions, he laughed. I know him, and he laughs when Sinth bow down to the ideology that we’re one of a kind and the only ones out there who can ever have a personal dimension.
Clearly, he was right about this. He was always spouting how we need to be doing more extensive research in our own dimension while we are visiting other planets. Yes. Because here I am on another planet running into a female that can see into mine.
Stepping back into the gateway of my dimension, I realize she’s left. Shit! Phasing to the water where she was bathing, I reach down and pick up two items she left behind when leaving.
One is a small bottle which must contain some kind of cleaning product. The scent is floral in nature, and I know it’ll be forever burned in my memory.
But it’s the other item that captures my attention. It’s a pair of plain white shorts. Holding them up, I see they aren’t shorts. Underwear.
I’ve never seen Earth