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  “Nowhere else did I feel the affinity for which I search, but, while orbiting your solar system, I began to feel it tug at me, pulling me in your direction. But still, even once I arrived, my search continued; watching, listening, for the one that was designed to be my mate,” he paused just briefly to allow her to digest what he was saying.

  “You see, this affinity that I speak of, it is how our species finds our mates. Whatever it is that is out there, it has a design for us, and apparently for you, too, because it has brought me here. I don't know that I believe it is a supreme being; but rather what you would call fate or destiny. The grand plan of the universes, that is what has drawn me here.”

  Charlotte didn't know what to make of her stranger's preposterous story.

  “It is not a preposterous story. I assure you,” he cut into her thoughts gently.

  “Then what you're saying is...you're an alien? You're from another planet?” she asked incredulously. This sort of thing only happened in movies. Real aliens didn't show up looking for real waitresses because the fates had conspired. She suddenly needed time to think; to figure out what was going on. Was she going insane? Was the man sitting across from her insane? Was everything she had believed her entire life so incredibly far from the truth? Were there really little green men out there abducting people?

  “To the best of my knowledge, no. I have traveled to many planets, and never come across the little green men your news tabloids speak of. Those seem to be the concoction of your species' own imagination,” he finished seriously.

  As her stranger spoke, she saw her boss from the corner of her eye, making his way over to their table. She once again braced herself for the verbal onslaught about to ensue.

  “Charlotte, you look tired. Why don't you take the rest of the night off to collect your thoughts and rest,” he offered with an easy smile. And though she knew without a doubt that she was taking advantage of her boss, who had not made the offer of his own volition, she couldn't resist. She was tired, confused and her feet felt like she'd been walking around in stilettos for the past week.

  “Sure, Michael. If you don't mind, I would really appreciate that.” Charlotte spoke to Michael, but all the while her gaze remained locked with her stranger's, letting him know she knew exactly what was going on. He just smiled.

  She excused herself from the table and collected her belongings from the back room. She had expected her stranger to be gone by the time she reemerged, but he was still there, waiting for her.

  “Shall I walk you home?” he asked, a hint of concern evident in his eyes.

  Though it had to be the most absurd scenario she could imagine, it felt nice to see the concern in his eyes. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had been genuinely concerned about her. A sadness crept across the stranger's face, and she bristled slightly, knowing he had been privy to her silent thoughts.

  “Oh no. You will not pity me!” she whispered voraciously.

  “I felt no such thing. You fascinate and inspire me, Charlotte. Now, how could I pity that?” he replied, assuaging her indignation instantly.

  He offered his hand, and she felt compelled to accept it. And then she raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively.

  “No. You were in control of your actions. I was not.”

  The honesty in his eyes confirmed his words and Charlotte placed her hand in his tentatively. They walked out into the night and down the few streets to her home. Her stranger didn't speak, and she spent the entire time trying not to think. All the while a new kind of electricity hung in the air between them making Charlotte aware of the sensual way the fabric of her clothes rubbed against her skin as a gentle breeze blew toward them. When they arrived at the house, she found her keys and opened the door.

  “Would you like to come in for coffee?” she asked before stepping over the threshold. “Jeez, how cliché is that?”

  “That sounds great,” her stranger replied, his voice a little huskier than she remembered.

  Charlotte headed straight for the kitchen, flipped on the light, threw a disc in the coffeemaker and readied the mugs before the brew was finished.

  “I'm sorry, but I have very little time,” he spoke, breaking the silence.

  “Oh, but the coffee will just be a minute,” she replied, a little perplexed given that they'd walked in the door just three minutes prior.

  “That's not what I mean. The affinity that I spoke of. It is strong, and I am sure. But I have been away so long that I cannot afford to stay away from home much longer,” he explained.

  “But you're an alien. You're a species from a different world. How can you possibly have been destined to choose me? It just isn't possible.” Charlotte couldn't remember ever having spent so much time confused.

  “I am not so different from you, Charlotte. Though our homes our worlds apart, our species are connected more than you know,” he said softly. She looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

  “We are the purest form of your species, untouched by evolution and environment. On my planet, the environment is what adapts, not its inhabitants; it warms and cools, rises and falls, grows and rests, all in adaptation to our needs. On earth, it is you—humans—who have adapted, evolving to your environment over the millennia. You have lost your ability to read, to communicate, to see more than what your eyes can show you. You age faster and your bodies are weaker, but you and I are inherently the same.”

  “Oh.” It seemed to Charlotte she was spending an awful lot of time speechless, too.

  “Then let me show you instead,” her stranger said huskily, leaning toward her slowly, meeting her gaze while wrapping an arm around her waist.

  He bent down to press his lips against hers, gently at first, but after a moment, Charlotte's lips began to respond and he plied at them with his tongue, eager to gain entrance into the warmth of her mouth.

  Then she was pressed back against the wall, her stranger's eyes meeting hers while her arms moved above her head of their own volition. His eyes remained locked on hers, searching for any signs of resistance in hers, but he found none. His hands came out and fidgeted with the top button of her blouse, then the next and the next, until her blouse spread open revealing her lacy white bra beneath. He reached for the clasp in the front and the bra fell away as her breasts sprung free. He admired the view before him, and then returned his eyes to hers. Charlotte knew he would find no resistance there, just a heated gaze, proof of the fiery heat spreading throughout her body.

  His hands came up again, but this time to squeeze her tits, eliciting a moan from Charlotte's lips. As he moved his gaze to her tits, suddenly she felt an exquisite pleasure spreading through her, as if he had begun teasing her nipples with his fingers or his tongue. But his hands had remained kneading her flesh; only his eyes had settled on her nipples. Charlotte gasped.

  Her stranger's hands slid down her ribs, to her waist and then around to the back of her skirt. He slid the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the ground. The thong she wore beneath hid the last few inches of her naked body from his view.

  He knelt before Charlotte, sliding his fingers down her hips. One hand continued on, moving to her thong and pulling it aside to expose her naked pussy, her throbbing clit. He didn't touch her, but his eyes settled there, staring at her clit. The fiery heat coursing through her body settled in her clit and set her pussy ablaze.

  Charlotte stood there with her arms above her head and her stranger on his knees before her; he was stimulating her clit without touching a single inch of her body. The pleasure increased as he stared more intently. It felt so erotic to have this man before her, just staring at her pussy. But she knew he was somehow doing so much more than that. Her body began to writhe against the wall, and she wished she could move her arms, desperate to speed along her stranger's pleasurable torture.

  He must have heard her thought, because in the next moment Charlotte's arm was free, and she moved her hand to her clit swiftly. Her fingers pressed hard agains
t the bundle of nerves, rubbing fast circles around her sensitive nub. And in the next moment, the combination of her stranger's odd pleasure tactics and her own fingers working herself right there before his eyes, sent her over the edge and she began to cum, moaning loudly as her back arched off the wall.

  She stood there, breathing hard. The only thing that kept her body from collapsing in the aftershocks of her orgasm was her arm, still invisibly secured above her head. Her stranger stood and met her gaze once again.

  “That could not work with everyone. It is only because an affinity exists between us that I can be so in tune with your body to control it in such an intimate way,” he explained, his voice still husky, but she could also hear the restraint in his voice, like he was gritting his teeth to hold back his own arousal.

  A light blush spread across her cheeks as the orgasm subsided and she realized what she'd done. Not only did she stand there naked while an alien being pleasured her body, but she'd been so horny, so on fire, that she'd stimulated her body in front of him, in a race to an orgasm her body so desperately craved.

  “Don't be embarrassed. That was never my intention. Look inside, Charlotte. After such a connection, you will feel it, too. You will know that I speak the truth and that we were destined to be together,” he spoke emphatically.

  Charlotte was silent for a moment, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had completely forgotten she was standing naked but for a thong pulled aside, still revealing her recently-pleasured pussy. Her stranger tried to tune her out, giving her a moment alone with her thoughts while he focused on her slim, beautiful body.

  “I don't understand what it is I feel. I don't even know your name, and yet I feel this pull toward you. I want to go with you. I'm fighting with every ounce of strength I have to stay right where I am,” Charlotte looked down then and the blush crept across her face again. But her own thoughts drew her attention back. “But I don't want to fight; I want to go with you. How can that be?” she asked.

  “My name is E-ly-on. It seems 'Eli' would be an appropriate slang term in your language. And you feel what you do because you are learning how to look, how to see now. Listen to that voice inside of you, Charlotte. It is the universes whispering to you your destiny,” he urged.

  The more she listened to him, and the more she searched inside herself, the less she could deny what Eli was saying. The only way she could describe it, even to herself, was that it felt “right” to be with this man—or alien man. She reached out to touch him, to run her fingers along the face that had fascinated her so much. Her fingers trailed along the ridges of his forehead, the prominent cheekbones and jaw, and finally, along the iridescent markings that outlined his face like an ethereal frame. Her fingers tingled when she touched him, and the longer her fingers lingered, the less they wanted to withdraw.

  The look in Eli's eyes reflected her own feelings back to her; he knew exactly what she was feeling.

  “I know it will be difficult to take this leap with me, but if you do, you will be rewarded for your courage more than you could ever possibly imagine,” he whispered. “You have the opportunity for something that no other person on Earth has ever experienced; it is possible that no other person ever will. And I know you are brave, Charlotte. And I know you feel the same draw to me as I feel toward you. So, come with me.”

  Charlotte had no idea what had come over her. How just days before she had been an average waitress with an ordinary human life. And now, she was contemplating racing off to some distant planet with an alien. If anyone knew, they would have her committed for sure. Hell, she had to wonder if she was indeed certifiable. But the draw she had recognized within her just moments before had grown exponentially, and she couldn't fathom not following this alien-man to the edges of the universe and far beyond.

  Eli had knelt before her as she was thinking. He fixed her thong to cover her once again. He gently slid the skirt up her thighs and secured the zipper. He pulled the edges of her shirt together and refastened the buttons. When he was finished, he reached out a hand to her. He was silent for a moment, staring at her intently. And then she heard him, even though she was certain he hadn't moved his lips. “Come with me,” he had said without uttering a sound.

  “I heard that,” she said aloud in awe.

  “Then it has already begun,” he smiled and she placed her hand in his. Suddenly, no part of her struggled to fight the urge to go with him. So, she didn't fight. He pulled her along with him into the street and they walked together silently.

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  It was late and there wasn't another person in sight. With one furtive glance around, Eli caught Charlotte up in his arms, and then he was speeding along, carrying her like she weighed nothing, and moving faster than a train. He reached the water's edge in just moments—she presumed it was a lake outside the city limits. He placed her down on the ground gently and when she was firmly planted on her feet, he dove into the water. Eli emerged less than a minute later but he most definitely was not swimming. A small ship rose out of the water and she could see him piloting the spacecraft. It hovered just before her, and he hopped out and came around to offer his hand once more.

  She hesitated for a moment and then accepted his hand. Eli led Charlotte onto the ship and took the seat next to her. “Kind of small, isn't it?” she teased with a light laugh.

  “Think of it as your own personal chauffeur to a much larger, private jet,” he explained. “Are you ready?” he queried and she nodded her agreement. Just a moment later, they were high above the clouds and Eli continued to take them higher. It fascinated her, and she watched the entire ascent.

  She watched as Eli pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a much larger craft came into view.

  “Cloaking technology? I thought that was just in movies,” Charlotte commented, though she wasn't certain why she was surprised. The larger craft opened to accept the one Eli currently piloted. He glided in smoothly and the ship closed behind them.

  “Come with me,” Eli said again wordlessly, and it seemed this time, he had to focus a little less intently for Charlotte to hear him. She followed him out of the shuttle and out of the room they first entered.

  Her feet came to a sudden halt and she could only stand and stare in awe. In the next room, the walls were covered with a multitude of gadgets and gizmos that she didn't recognize. But it was the floor that held her attention captive: it appeared to be made entirely of glass and she stared with a look of wonderment in her eyes, seeing Earth far beneath them.

  “It's incredible,” she whispered.

  He turned her toward him as his hands moved to wrap around her waist. Eli pulled her tight against his body and his mouth came down swiftly to cover hers. He thrust his tongue against her lips, demanding entry this time, and she complied easily as her hands came up to the back of his neck.

  It was obvious that Eli's control over his own arousal was waning. He was rock hard and since he'd had Charlotte naked in her kitchen; all he'd wanted to do was thrust his cock deep in her pussy. But he'd held off this long, and he could muster the strength to wait just a little longer.

  His hands came between them, but instead of unfastening her shirt's buttons gently this time, Eli tore at the fabric. The buttons flew through the air as Charlotte's tits sprang free once again. He slid her shirt down her arms and the bra that had never been refastened followed. His hands found her zipper and tore hard at her skirt, ripping it open and it fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

  Charlotte could feel the restraint in his hands as he moved to her thong, sliding it down her thighs instead of tearing it off, likely afraid it might injure her delicate skin in the process. His eyes surveyed her naked body, and everywhere he looked, she felt her arousal climb. He lingered on her nipples, stimulating them with his mind before he came down in one swift movement and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. He squeezed her tits, making Charlotte moan.

  But she didn't want to be a bystander this time. Her han
ds came between them and found the hem of his shirt. She pulled gently and Eli released her nipple to let her undress him. Her hands went to his bare chest immediately, running her fingers over the wall of solid, hard muscle before her. He groaned in response to her touch and pulled her against him once again, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as his mouth came down hard on hers.

  “Lay down, Charlotte,” he whispered huskily, breaking the seal between their lips. She moved to lay down, bracing for the cold feel of the glass she was expecting; to her surprise, the glass felt no different than her own body temperature. She stretched out on it, glancing down to see the Earth beneath her naked body. Eli shucked his jeans, his cock springing free, making Charlotte's mouth water.

  But before she could move, he knelt down between her legs and spread them open. His eyes focused on her wet pussy and she suddenly felt her arousal build a thousand times over as he stimulated the most sensitive spot along her inner walls. She'd never experienced such intense arousal before; she moaned, whimpered and writhed, all the while an orgasm built inside her unlike any other.

  “Oh God, Eli!” She fought against the sensations building inside her, clawing at the glass until she could hold back no longer. She began to cum, screaming loudly as her wetness soaked the glass beneath her. Eli ran his hand across the wet glass and then rubbed her pussy, her clit, her thighs, loving the sight of her wet skin before him.

  She remained still for a moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Eli stood to admire the naked, wet form before him, but as Charlotte saw his cock come into view, she sat up swiftly and was on her knees in seconds. Greedily, she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. Eli groaned and laced his fingers through her hair.

  She withdrew his cock from her mouth slowly and licked the sensitive flesh of the tip with her tongue. He groaned louder and gently guided her head forward and she took him back into her mouth eagerly. Again and again she sucked him in as far as she could and then withdrew until just his head remained inside the warm confines of her mouth.