We arrived at our destination in no time at all. The monolith appeared in the heart of the city, surrounded by towering buildings made of stunning, shimmering glass-like structures. Stepping out of the monolith, I couldn't help but feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery. "Wow, it's absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. While strolling, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers, intrigued by our unique outfits, or I should say my outfit. Mr. Smith, who sported a black blazer, a white button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a bit of his chest, and black pants, fit in. It was hard not to notice that everyone else was clad in black and white attire.
Curiously, I raised an eyebrow and observed as they walked by. Mr. Smith gently held my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't pay them any mind," he advised. "But they're staring at us," I pointed out. He chuckled and affectionately said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. I blushed and smiled. "I think they're more interested in the monolith than us," he noted. Indeed, some people were approaching it and even touching it. Concerned, I glanced at Mr. Smith. “The locals here are quite inquisitive, aren't they?" he remarked, without any doubts. It was surprising for the onlookers to witness it vanish right before their eyes. Almost everyone was dressed in black and white, wait I mentioned that. A girl, who seemed to be my age, strutted past us in a black mini dress with zippers for a daring touch, long lace-up black boots, a checkered black and white belt, some jewelry, and spiked hair.
Not everyone sported such a bold look, but the color palette remained consistent - black and white. While strolling along the sidewalk, I paused to feel the wall of a building, which turned out to be a smooth, sleek surface made of an unfamiliar material. I could observe black and white bullet trains speeding through enclosed tube-like tracks all over the city. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the air was refreshingly clean. "Have you been to this place before, Mr. Smith?" I asked him as we strolled down the street hand in hand. "Yeah, it's been a while," he replied abruptly, leaving me to ponder if he had visited with someone else in the past. The idea made me feel a bit unsettled. Getting into a self-driving electric taxi, I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, debating whether I should delve deeper into his history by asking more questions.
The taxi's exterior gleamed in white, contrasting sharply with the all-black interior that had synthetic glass with small holes separating us from the front cab. The side doors opened automatically for passengers, while the front control panel remained out of reach for those in the back. Surprisingly spacious, the taxi could fit up to six people. "Head to the Leisure Palace Tower," he instructed the taxi's computer. Looking out of the cab's tinted windows, I marveled at the stunning cityscape before me, feeling overwhelmed by its beauty. Mr. Smith was staring at me with a look that combined longing and desire, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It seemed like he had hidden intentions for our time together, and I couldn't help but sense that he wanted something deeper from me. I quickly averted my gaze. Trying to distract myself, I asked him about the people here, wondering if we had finally expanded our civilization to other planets. "I've noticed that everyone here is human. Have we truly colonized other worlds?" I asked.
"Yes, indeed. Your people have accomplished that. It's now
the year 2203, and this planet is one of the six that humans have successfully
colonized," he responded. "2203," I whispered to myself in
disbelief. The taxi left us at the hotel, and upon entering the lobby, I
immediately noticed the sophisticated decor. A checkered black and white carpet
covered the floor, with cushioned chairs placed on top. Black ceramic pots held
plants, and large black and white paintings adorned the walls. The room's focal
point was a stunning crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its
brilliance standing out against the monochromatic theme. "Wow," I
whispered as I glanced around. We checked in at the lobby and headed to our
room on the 13th floor. On Earth, no hotel owner would have a 13th floor
due to superstition, but it seemed different here. Mr. Smith checked us in, and
we rode the glass elevator up to our room. Upon
entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the
city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, scattered with something all
along the side. “What is that shining on the hillside? It looks like….”
“Crystals,” he interjected. I set my backpack down on a chair.
“Really? Wow, they’re so beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters and skylight roof added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, he appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and holding me tightly. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and I closed my eyes, releasing a contented sigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm breath against my cheek. He gently turned me around, never letting go of our embrace. "I took the liberty of booking us a Day Spa appointment, followed by a dinner. Tomorrow, we can explore the stunning landscapes and visit the Blue Crystal Caves," he said. "Really?" I responded, surprised by his thoughtful gesture. "Anything you desire," he responded, hugging me even tighter. I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was now his girlfriend. However, I hesitated to reveal my age, fearing it might change how he sees me. I chose to remain silent, not wanting to be treated like a child. His captivating coffee brown eyes locked mine, and he gave me a gentle smile, causing my cheeks to blush. "Thank you," I said, and he smiled at me, his face filled with curiosity. "When should we go to the Day Spa?" I asked. He responded, “In forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, I noticed the small black fridge, probably filled with cocktail drinks, and the king-size bed covered in soft white sheets. But then it hit me, there was only one bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I let out a soft gasp. He casually tossed his black blazer onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined biceps beneath his crisp white button-up shirt. He was undeniably attractive. Feeling a bit anxious, I said, “Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” He nodded and before I knew it, he approached me, gently cupping my face and planting a lingering hard kiss on my lips. It caught me off guard, but in a good way. I managed to smile before retreating to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. The year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could share this experience with someone like Leila. The realization hit me - what if he wanted to take things further? I pondered the possibilities, whispering to myself, "One bed, oh my God." I stared at my reflection in the mirror, questioning why he chose me and what he wanted from me. With a murmur, I contemplated the situation, asking myself, "What should I do?" After taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage. "Alright, I can do this," I reassured myself, mustering confidence as I prepared to leave the bathroom. As I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "You look stunning," he complimented with a flirtatious smile, patting the space next to him. I hesitantly sat down, feeling a bit awkward at first, my heart racing. His fingers caressed my hair before grazing my lips, causing him to gulp audibly. "I suppose we have a bit of time before our spa appointment," he said as his gaze fixed on me contemplatively, pondering his next move. I nervously swallowed, asking, "So, what would you like to do?" His arm encircled my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, prompting me to recline on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his lips exploring mine tenderly. His tongue delved into my mouth, as his hand slipped beneath my blouse to toy with my bra. Lifting my blouse over my bra, he unhooked it skillfully, gently teasing my nipples with his tongue until they stiffened. The knock on the door broke that moment, but he hesitated to stop. "Room service," the voice called out, causing Mr. Smith to reluctantly pause. With a soft groan, he acknowledged the interruption and got up to answer the door. As he left, I remained in a daze, filled with the lingering feeling of love. I watched as he walked to the door. With a swift tap on the panel beside the door, it slid open, allowing the man to enter. As I hastily fixed my rumpled attire, the man's gaze shifted between me and Mr. Smith, a sly grin spreading across his face, he raised an eyebrow.
“I brought you complimentary lunch from the kitchen,” he said. Mr.
Smith looked at me and winked. The server pushed the cart in. “Thank you and
here’s for your troubles.” Mr. Smith gave him a gold coin and the server left.
Mr. Smith closed the door. “So, you carry gold coins with you?” I asked. He
smiled and lifted one of the lids from the bowls on the food cart. “Looks good,” he said, “And yes, I do.”
“Oh, okay,” I chuckled and shrugged. I stood up and walked toward him. I looked at the food. "We should make our way to the spa appointment," he glanced at his watch. "Is it almost time?" I asked. "It's always good to arrive a little early. I assure you that once we return," he paused, gently caressing my cheek, "We'll continue to get to know each other better." He tilted his head to the side, flashing a charming smile. I blushed and nervously played with a strand of my hair. Realizing my childish behavior, I quickly stopped. "Wait a second," I started, with a hint of confusion evident in my voice. "I thought our plan was to have a fancy dinner at that upscale restaurant later?" He simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the intensity in his eyes as he drew me closer, “We have three days to do that.” In that moment, I could see his intentions clearly etched on his face. Despite my lingering doubts, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence, a sense of security that allowed me to surrender myself completely - my heart, my affection, and even my virginity. No one had ever evoked such emotions within me. His captivating smile and the way he enveloped me in his arms effortlessly erased any lingering worries. I couldn't help but wonder why someone with his irresistible charm and magnetic personality didn't already have a significant other. As he strode towards the closet, he tapped a hidden spot on the wall, causing it to swing open effortlessly. Inside, two pristine white robes hung, resembling togas, waiting for us to embark on our shared adventure. I picked up the charming mini toga tailored for women, featuring a delicate brown sash. Curiously, I wondered about the choice of brown for the sash. His toga, on the other hand, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. Both ensembles were enticing, crafted from a light terry cloth material. "Are they serious about this attire?" I pondered aloud, casting a doubtful glance at the clothing before letting out a soft chuckle. "It's necessary," he affirmed, pausing as he settled on the bed. "And remember, no undergarments, just these togas," he instructed. I hesitated briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced, taking the toga and heading to the bathroom to change. After slipping into the toga, I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Mr. Smith gazing at me with admiration. Feeling a tad self-conscious, I shyly looked away with a smile. "Should we go barefoot or what?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence in the room. He gestured towards the closet, indicating our footwear options. He informed me that there should be a pair of sandals in the closet. As I approached, the door slid open, revealing both male and female sandals on the floor. I picked up a pair, feeling his intense gaze on me, watching my every move with desire. "Nice," I remarked, examining my sandals. Handing him his pair, I couldn't help but notice his arousal apparent through his pants. My eyes widened as I admired his incredible physique as he stood up and took off his clothes in front of me. I couldn't tear my gaze away, but quickly turned around. He grinned and chuckled, enjoying my reaction. "You're so cute. Maybe we should skip the spa and spend the day here," he remarked, his tone suggestive as he winked. After he got dressed, he gestured towards the door, “Let’s go,” he said. Holding hands, we made our way to the luxurious spa on the lower level of the hotel, reminiscent of a Beverly Hills retreat for the wealthy.
The entire decor was a sophisticated blend of black and white, from the pictures on the walls to the elegant chandeliers hanging above. The room was adorned with a few decorative plants in black pots, adding a touch of nature to the monochromatic theme. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and light brown eyes dressed in a chic black and white dress with white sandals welcomed us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white. Despite my initial hesitation to undress completely, Mr. Smith's reassuring nod put me at ease. As we lay on the massage tables, his intense gaze filled with longing and desire made the experience even more alluring, but it also made me feel uneasy. I chalked it up to nerves. Later, I indulged in a soothing hot stone massage that melted away my stress. A stunning woman inquired if I desired a grooming session for my pelvic area. "Men adore a well-groomed pussy," she whispered seductively. Blushing, I hesitated before responding, "Well, I suppose." The room was filled with an intoxicating aroma that heightened my relaxation and happiness. The woman, with her hair elegantly tied up, had hands as soft as silk as she massaged me. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith luxuriated in one of the hot tubs in another room. After our blissful time at the day spa, we strolled back to our room. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. There was something about that place that put my mind at ease and made me feel truly beautiful. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and drew me close. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."
"Really? Well, I'm delighted to have given you this unforgettable experience," he said, winking and planting a tender kiss on my head. As we walked down the hallway towards our room, a woman with sunglasses and sandy blonde curly hair glanced at us curiously.
At first, I didn't recognize her, dressed in a knee-length dark brown leather coat and knee-high black flat boots, but upon a closer look, I realized she was the woman from the park. I let out a soft gasp. As she passed by, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon. Her eyes lingered on me before shifting to Mr. Smith, scrutinizing us. My brow furrowed as she walked past, and I glanced back at her, but she never turned around. I wondered if Mr. Smith knew her and if she was bothered by seeing us together, yet it seemed he hadn't even noticed her presence. "Are people allowed to carry weapons so openly around here?" I asked. He gave me a curious look. "Yes, but they are not permitted to use them. Why do you ask?"
"Well, that woman who just walked past us had a holster with a weapon. Did you see her?" He glanced back, but she had already vanished around the corner.
Later in the
afternoon, we made our way to the elegant restaurant he had mentioned earlier. The restaurant exuded
sophistication with its sleek black and white decor, perfectly complementing my
stylish black and white geometric print mini dress. He opted for a timeless
black and white ensemble. From our table, we had a breathtaking view of the
beach and a distant island. Our dinner was delightful, although there were
moments when Mr. Smith's attention seemed to drift away from our conversation, fixated
instead on the crashing waves and rugged cliffs. It wasn't that I was boring
him; there was an air of contemplation, as if something weighed heavily on his
mind, transcending our relationship. Concerned, I asked, "Are you alright?
Am I boring you?" I took a sip of my wine, hoping to ease the tension. "Butterfly, I’m sorry for
being distracted. I couldn't help but ponder about your undeniable affection
for those mesmerizing blue crystals. The way your eyes lit up whenever they
caught a glimpse of those precious gems was truly enchanting. I would
like to gift you a small fragment, one that you could cherish and adorn around
your neck, but the rules forbid anyone from taking crystal fragments, and I
regretfully cannot fulfill what you desire." He was right, I longed for a
tiny piece of that captivating crystal, a tangible reminder of our shared moment
together. However, I understood the importance of adhering to the regulations
in place, especially on this planet. With a gentle smile, I reached out my hand
towards his, intertwining our fingers in a comforting embrace. His eyes flickered with a fleeting
blueish glow, reminiscent of that unforgettable night we shared. My breath
caught in my throat as I gasped in surprise. "Oh, you noticed," he
muttered, averting his gaze and swallowing hard. "I hope this doesn't
change how you feel about us Butterfly," he confessed, his eyes filled
with sincerity as they locked onto mine. "No, it doesn't," I replied,
pausing for a moment to gather my thoughts, “Why do your eyes sometimes have a
bluish glow to them?” His face blushed a bit before he explained. “My eyes
sometimes will glow during intense moments,” he paused and added, “Do you wish
to stop seeing me?” I
shook my head, "No of course not. I want to keep moving forward in this
relationship. I love being with you," I said.
"Do you love me?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty regarding the depth of our relationship. In response, my cheeks blushed as I nodded in affirmation. A smile graced his lips as we concluded our meal, the air thick with unspoken desires and hidden passions. As we dined on the familiar Earth-like cuisine, I couldn't help but notice the strange, otherworldly fruits and vegetables that adorned our plates. Humans had brought their culinary traditions to this new planet, but there were still remnants of the unknown that left me hesitant to indulge, fearing potential allergic reactions.
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