Alien Love

Mary Jane casually unbuttoned her soft silky blouse. As she slid it off, over her shoulders and down along her arms, she slowly turned to glance into the bathroom mirror. “Not bad,” she observed, “for a 40 year old.” And, even though she was closer to fifty, she still maintained a very supple figure. Her breasts were full-formed and still perky.

She marked her cleavage as she ran her hand softly over her bra-covered chest. She tingled, even turned a bit red, as she embarrassingly saw herself in her reflection. As she reached behind, she unfastened the three hooks and slowly let her undergarment fall to the floor.

Her nipples began rising as the change of air woke them. She lightly brushed her hand across them, as she gasped from the sensation. Always watching herself out of the corner of her eye. She felt her breast, telling herself that she was simply checking for any abnormalities. However, as she touched herself, kneading, squeezing…..she began to get warmer. It had been weeks since she had sated her sexual needs. And now, she was thinking about how good it would feel to be with someone.

She let her wrap-around skirt slowly drop as she untied the waistband. She now stood in front of the mirror, clad only in her panties. A hand dropped down to her thigh as she continued to caress her breast. She touched herself and felt the heat emanating from between her legs. She could feel the moisture beginning to build as she thought about getting laid again.

Her panties were now on the floor, as she stepped into the shower. The water felt so warm as it cascaded from the showerhead. It trickled down her backside like tiny fingers tickling her to chills. She lifted the showerhead from its holder and methodically ran it over her body. She was completely wet now and time for the soap.

Mary Jane let the soap slide over her body. First her shoulders and then her neck. With each stroke, she became more involved in herself. And, now she slid the soap over her breasts and toward her tummy. Slowly and smoothly she lathered up.

And now she soaps her hand, and slowly placed it on her furry mound. Soaping herself with extra care. She let’s a finger slide between her legs, as she gasps from the feeling.
Her wetness begins to emerge from the inner depths of her passions.

Almost feeling faint, she loses her balance, and, as if, be some mysterious power, she feels the wall reach out to catch her. Leaning again the tiling, she continues to caress her hungry yearning. She rubs her clitoris until her breathing becomes heavy. She wants to release; she needs to release all that pent-up tension. Rubbing more deliberately, she extends a finger to her swelling labia. And sliding a finger deep inside, she strokes in and out with cautious intensity. The excitement builds slowly at first. And she doesn’t notice that the water is getting warmer if not hotter.

She is breathing short breadths now. Almost panting. The shower walls seem to be pulsating in rhythm as she brings herself closer and closer. The water is getting hot as well.

“Ahh. Hmmmm. Oh, yes…” she allows to escape from her lips. And then louder, “Oh, god, yes….let it happen. Ahhhh.”

She trembles as the first wave of orgasm hits her. “Ahhh, Ohhhh, god, yeesss….” The sensation rips through her once, and then again and again. The feeling is sustained as her legs weaken and she sinks to the bottom of the shower. Gasping, breathing heavy. A starry look in her eyes, as she begins to catch her breadth.

Even the hot water seems to increase in pressure just as she reach her climax. Then it seems to cool down to a trickle before shutting off.

“Wow” Mary Jane thought to herself, “It just keeps getting better and better. That’s the first time I had a multiple orgasm, …ever.” In fact, for the past 12 days, she had been masturbating in the shower, something she hadn’t done since she was 18 years old. She hadn’t enjoyed the shower so much in years. She chuckled to herself.

She started this routine the week before last. It was the day after she had that dream. It was a dream about seeing a light, a strong bright light that caused her to wander into the bathroom. When she awoke, she was lying naked on the floor, feeling fully alive. She slipped into the shower, where she first began to masturbate. She used the dispatched showerhead and, putting the setting on ‘pulse’, massaged her herself to a powerful orgasm.

Her visits to the bathroom to masturbate in the shower then became more frequent, and now, a ritual. Sometimes two and three times a day.

Mary Jane awoke from her revelry when she heard the doorbell ring. It was Roberto. She had forgotten briefly about their date. Now he was here, and she was late.

Still feeling a randy, she slipped on a robe and went out into the living room to greet him.
Roberto was a good-looking Spaniard who she met at the hospital. He was working as a nurse’s aide to fulfill his immigration requirements to gain citizenship in the U.S. Feeling sorry for him…being alone in a new country and such, Mary Jane agreed to show him around town in exchange for a dinner out.

However, as she walked toward him, she now had different ideas. She allowed her robe to open slightly, making it appear as an accident. Roberto could not help but notice the suppleness of her mature body, and as she neared…the sweet aroma of her bath soap, mixed with sexual scent.

She let the robe drop to the floor. And Roberto moved toward her. She stepped aside and took his hand. She placed it on her breasts and gasped.
“Come, Roberto” She beckoned, “I have a special place.” And she led him into the bathroom.

He undressed slowly, but with her help, found himself completely nude and his erection resting in her hand.

“How delicious, Roberto.” She complemented him. And he became more extended.
“I need to have you in me. I want to feel you in me.” She whispered in his ear.
And all the time, she was stroking him, back and forth. Running her hand up and down his shaft. Caressing that sensitive vein than runs along the underside of his penis.

Roberto had no choice, if, indeed he wanted an option. He fell stumbled into the shower.
And there, they held each other. Caressing. Kissing. Hugging. All the time, Mary Jane continued to stroke him.

And now it was her turn, as Roberto placed his hand on her nether region. First he slid one finger, and then another into her soft folds. He moved them slowly about, as if seeking a hidden treasure. And when Mary Jane gasped, he knew he had found the right spot.

She was soaked with lust. She was dripping with anticipation as Roberto continued to touch her. His fingers were larger and longer and were reaching places that she could only fantasize about earlier.

When he placed his thumb on her button, she began to shake. “Oh, my. Yes. Roberto…..that’s it. Make me…Ahhhhh, I’m…Yes, yes. Now. Don’t stop… That’s it….Ahhhhhhhh.” She closed her eyes in anticipation of her climax.

And, in doing so, she felt Roberto’s touch begin to lighten up. His arm, around her waist began to relax….and his head began to sink from her shoulders. “What was he doing?” she thought in both disappointment and dismay!”

And, as she opened her eyes, she saw the person that was Roberto, dissolving…no, being pulled down the shower drain. It was if his insides were being sucked out of him, with only the skin remaining. A deflated balloon, she thought. And then he was gone. She screamed!

Part in shock, part in disbelief…Mary Jane screamed again! And in her excitement, she thinks she sees a regurgitation of some sort emanating from the shower drain…a bubbling, a grotesque liquid, and then a loud noise. Almost like a belch, but more like that clanking sound that pipes make when they are first turned on. Either way, she wasn’t sure. And then the remainder of Roberto’s once muscular form was sucked down the drain.

And then she was sure. The dream. The light. The Sexual arousals. The orgasms. The showers. The multiple orgasms. She leaned up against the wall as the shower again closed in, and as she closed her eyes, her pussy began to throb. The water heated up, and she knew… her shower…her lover… was an alien.”