We arrived at our destination and 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 along the sidewalk, we caught the gaze of numerous
onlookers, intrigued by our appearance.
Mr. Smith wore a sleek black blazer over a white button-up shirt, casually unbuttoned at the collar to show a hint of his chest, paired with black trousers. He blended seamlessly with the urban crowd, where it was striking to see that most others were also dressed in a monochrome palette of black and white.
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.
“It seems to me that their fascination lay more with the monolith than with us,” he observed. Sure enough, a few individuals were making their way toward it, reaching out to touch its surface. The sheer distinctiveness of the structure left them spellbound. With a sense of worry, I turned my gaze to Mr. Smith.
“The
locals here are quite inquisitive, aren't they?" he remarked, without any doubts. The spectators were taken aback as they watched it disappear right in front of them, causing them to leap back in shock.
A girl, who seemed to
be around 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 curtly, 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. We rode a glass elevator up to our room. Upon
entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking view of the
city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, scattered with something all
along the side hills. “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 added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, Mr. Smith 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 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 added, “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 button on the wall, causing the door to swing open
effortlessly. Inside, two pristine white robes hung, I picked up the charming mini style robe tailored for women, featuring a delicate white sash. His robe, 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 robes," he instructed. I hesitated
briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced, taking
the robe and heading to the bathroom to change. After changing, 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 white mini dress and white sandals welcomed
us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white as I gazed around the room. 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 curvy 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. "I didn't really
pay attention," he admitted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of us
together. I am far more observant than him, and the woman's gaze appeared
intimidating and slightly menacing. I made a confused face. Upon reaching our room, we
both removed our sandals.
Collapsing onto the bed, I closed my eyes, feeling
utterly relaxed and beautiful with my hair cascading around me. As we lay side
by side, he reached out and held my hand, drawing closer to me and initiating a
passionate kiss. Gradually, he began to undress me, revealing my bare chest as
his lips caressed my skin. His hands explored my body, whispering words of
admiration as we became entwined in a fervent embrace, lost in each other's
touch. I gingerly parted my legs, and he showered me with tender kisses,
leaving love bites on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my eager, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the
edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders.
With my hands entangled in his hair, his
tongue delved into my moist tunnel, greedily savoring it.
Ecstasy washed over
me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. As he pleasured me orally, his
fingers skillfully explored my depths. Moving upward, his lips trailed kisses
along my belly and up to my breasts. Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed as I
shifted further up the bed. With a soft moan, I felt his hard, thick member
slide into me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.
The rhythm intensified, his arms enveloping me tightly. Arching my back, I
released a tantalizing moan, unable to form words. Pain ripped through me, as
he tore through my hymen. My moans of ecstasy drowned out any other noise as
every fiber of my being tensed and my pulse quickened. His thrusts became more
aggressive, his kisses more urgent. In a brief instant, I caught a glimpse of a
flash of blue in his eyes, but I squeezed my own shut, refusing to acknowledge
it. I convinced myself that his otherworldly origins were the reason his eyes
seemed to glow with passion.
His thick shaft hammered relentlessly into my
soaking wet tunnel, stretching me to my limits as my walls clenched around his
thick shaft. He pinned my wrists above my head, the headboard reverberating
with each powerful thrust. Together, we soared to the peak of pleasure,
reaching our climax in unison. I tried to push him away, but he held me down
with a ferocity that sent a shiver of fear down my spine.
"Stop," I
cried out, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and fear. He leaned in, his
lips pressing against mine with a raw intensity, leaving me breathless. As he
pulled away, a rush of emotions flooded through me, my cheeks flushed with a
mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and my heart pounding in my chest.
Concern
etched across his face, he asked, “Are you okay?” His worry was evident in his voice. In that moment, I gathered my thoughts, my mind
racing to process the whirlwind of sensations that had just consumed me.
“I’m
fine,” with a deep breath, I reassured him that I was fine, my mind finding
solace as my heart gradually settled, and the tension that had gripped my body
began to fade away. The reality of that first intimate encounter was far from
the enchanting and romantic portrayal often depicted in movies and television.
It was a stark reminder that every woman's experience is unique, shaped by her
perspective and personal history.
I couldn't deny the pain I felt as he
forcefully broke my hymen, a physical reminder of the vulnerability and trust I
had placed in him. Yet, amidst the pain, we found solace in each other's arms,
his gentle touch against my face a testament to his concern and care.
“I
hope I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured.
"I'm alright," I confessed,
attempting to reassure myself that I was fine with the situation, even though a
part of me was still bewildered and slightly frightened. Deep down, I believed
that I was his beloved girlfriend, and that we were destined to be together
forever. However, I couldn't be certain if he shared the same sentiments. He
leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my lips, his voice filled with
understanding. "I understand your apprehension, Butterfly. I tried my best
to be gentle, but your beauty and tender nature overwhelmed me. I couldn't
resist your sensuality; you possess a uniqueness that you may not even realize.
You have touched the depths of my heart." He nestled his head against my
exposed chest, intertwining his leg with mine, and listened intently to the
rhythmic beats of my heart. A contented sigh escaped my lips as a smile graced
my face. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, while his hand delicately
caressed my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples, and placing soft,
affectionate kisses upon them.
"They are flawless," he murmured, his
voice filled with admiration. The encounter had left me in a state of awe, and
I lay there in silence, attempting to process the overwhelming emotions that
flooded my being.
"I am truly grateful to have crossed paths with
you," I whispered softly, my words brimming with genuine happiness. He proclaimed, "You
are a stunning young lady, and I consider myself fortunate to have been your
first." This remarkable and intelligent gentleman had become my initial
lover.
Throughout the night, we were entwined in a tight embrace, and even as
the sun rose, he continued to embrace me in his strong arms. Following a
revitalizing shower we shared, breakfast was brought to our room, and we
readied ourselves for a captivating 6-hour tour train to the mesmerizing Blue
Crystal Caves. On our way to the caves, I couldn't shake off the image of the
scars I had spotted on his back while we were showering. I didn’t notice them
during our intimate time together, but they were there, clear as day in the
steam of the shower. I thought about asking him how he got them, but
ultimately, I chose to keep my mouth shut and let it be. The scenery was stunning,
leaving me in awe as we traveled to the caves in a tourist train that traveled through a thick strong durable Plexiglass tube much like the bullet trains in the
city. When we finally arrived, we stepped out and stood alongside the crowd, as
we patiently waited outside the entrance. Our tour guide handed us white hazmat
suits, and I curiously asked Mr. Smith, “Why do we have to wear these?” He
explained that wearing them was necessary to prevent any contamination in the
caves, as well as to protect us from the intense heat generated by the
crystals, which could exceed 150 Fahrenheit.
After helping me secure my helmet, he reminded me that
photography was strictly prohibited. Although I couldn't capture the moment, I
can only describe the incredible sight of the caves, where the crystals
shimmered in mesmerizing shades of blue and iridescent colors. The crystals
were large and towered from the ground up, nearly touching the top of the cave.
The desire to touch and take a small piece of this beauty overwhelmed me. I took some selfies of Mr. Smith and I outside
of the entrance of the cave in our hazmat suits with our helmets off.
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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