Simon Doom
(look here for his work!) had a story "
The Holiday Party
", about a human who had an assignation with an elf. I wondered how that might have progressed, and I asked Simon Doom's permission to explore that, using his characters. He assented, and my continuation of his story follows.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim returned to work after the holidays, Alyasa on his mind. He would be commuting to work, only to glimpse a woman, petite and dark haired, and he would have to do a double take to be sure it was not her. Or, returning from his lunch, he'd hear a musical, high pitched voice from a crowd, and stop in his tracks, eyes searching for her.
She filled his dreams, playing with his desire for her. He'd dream of her lips upon him again, only to awaken with sticky hands and no Alyasa to be seen. It only took a moments reverie, mentally reliving her drinking his spend, for his organ to throb to rigidity in his pants.
Once, he was passing a bakery, and the scent of the freshly baked pastries reminded him of her fresh, faintly alien, scent, which had seemed to linger after she had, as she had put it, "sucked and run" at the holiday party. It became a daily stop for him.
The winter faded into spring, although for Jim, it was as if yesterday Alyasa had visited him. One weekend, he was puttering around in his apartment, organizing his laundry and washing his dishes, when his bell rang. He buzzed his caller in, welcoming a break from his chore filled morning. Shortly, a light knock upon his door called him to answer.
He again beheld her, tight green dress, gathered by the same black belt, legs bare, and gold buckled shoes, her dark blue eyes smiling at him, ever so slightly upswept at the corners. "Hello, Jim! I hope that I didn't take you away from anything important. I put in for some vacation, this being a slow time of the year at the North Pole, and, well, just by luck, I got it! I hope you're pleased to see me."
Jim stuttered a greeting, and waved her inside. Finally, he collected himself enough to form a coherent reply. "Alyasa, I'm very happy to see you! I looked for you, and asked about you, and could not find you! Nobody knew how to lead me to you! Now, you are here again! Can you stay a while?"
She smiled at him, and the room lit up with the radiance of her smile. "Why, Jim, I know that I had told you that I had to get back to work, as we elves are quite busy in the closing days of the Christmas Season! I do have to apologize to you, as it was naughty of me to slip into your apartment Christmas morning, even if to return your pin. You know, I looked in on you, as you slept, and I wondered what it might feel like to taste your yummy man cum again, maybe to snuggle with you for a while. Alas, I could only slip away ever so briefly that morning, as we had millions and millions of other gift deliveries to make before dawn!"
She took in a breath, and Jim admired the effect upon her firm bust. He responded, "Oh, no, I really don't think you have anything to apologize to me for. I appreciate you returning my pin. I'm happy to see you again. Can you stay a while? When do you have to be back? Where are you staying while you're on vacation?"
Alyasa looked at her toes for a moment. "Jim, I've been naughty, again. You see, I have this vacation, and I wanted to see you again, but, well, I simply assumed that I could stay here with you. So, I haven't made any other arrangements for a place to stay." She batted her eyes at him. "So, would it be too much of an imposition, if I could stay with you here? It's only for two weeks, and then I have to be back at the North Pole, so other elves can take their own vacations."
Jim did not have to give this much thought. "Sure, you can stay here. Where is all your luggage? I'll help you bring it in, and then we can put things away for your visit!"
She smiled, again, and playfully batted at his arm. "You silly! Remember, we elves are magical, and that makes getting our luggage about so much easier than for you humans! Where can I place it?"
Surprised, Jim gestured at his living room, and Alyasa walked over, crossed her arms, wrinkled her nose, and gave it a cute little twitch. There was a "pop!", a puff as of smoke, and suddenly there were a suitcase on his floor, in front of his couch.
Jim was surprised by how small it appeared. "You didn't pack much, for a two week vacation, did you?" he asked.
Her lilting laughter washed over him. "What should I have packed? We elves really only wear one outfit, and when one copy needs laundering, I wear the other one. We elvish women do not wear underwear, so there's that to not pack, correct? What else might I require?"
He asked, "What about pajamas? Or a swimsuit? Don't you have any running shoes, or slippers, for when you aren't at work? And, wouldn't you want to dress up if you went out to dinner at someplace nice?"
Alyasa smiled. "Well, Jim, we elves don't wear pajamas, we sleep nude. And, what is a 'swimsuit'? Does that have to do with this swimming thing you humans do? And, tell me about this 'going out to dinner'. Why would you do that, when you could simply eat at home?"
Jim was stumped, wondering how to explain such everyday things to someone, intelligent as she was, who simply did not have experience with that sort of life. He began with what he hoped would be the simplest to explain.
"Well, Alyasa, when it is warm out, hereabouts, we like to go to the seashore, and play in the water. The sunshine feels nice, the water is fun, and, well, perhaps I am a bit naughty, myself, but when women wear swimsuits, well, swimsuits really do not cover very much of a woman's body, and, well, most men, I among them, enjoy seeing a woman's body."
She grinned at him, impishly. "I suppose that I already know about men, even elf men, and their enjoyment of watching a woman's naked body. But why, if men enjoy seeing women naked, would women wear a suit just for swimming? And, what is this 'swimming', anyhow?"
Jim, contemplated her question for a moment. "Well, swimming is when you sort of lay down in the water, and by moving your arms and legs in an organized way, move through the water, generally at the surface. It is good exercise, the water feels nice on your skin, particularly when it is hot outside, and, well, it beats being slumped on a couch, watching television or playing video games."
"Is it warm enough to do this 'swimming'? I'd like to see if I can learn it!"
"Let me look for the weather forecast, and we can see. I'd like to take you swimming, although we will have to buy you a swimsuit. As regards why we have to wear swimsuits, well, as likely is the case with you elves, simply going naked outdoors is, well, just too naughty to do. It would cause too many complications!"
He paused, and continued. "I do believe that I would enjoy taking you out for dinner, as well. While we are shopping for your swimsuit, maybe we could find you a suitable going-out-to-dinner dress. I can think of a couple of places you might enjoy eating at."
Alyasa had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as she said, "Well, all that sounds nice, as well as fun, but do you know the thing I really want to do on my vacation? The thing that I have spent several lonely, long, dark Arctic nights thinking about? Hmmm?"
Jim shook his head negatively.
She slinked closer to him, and reached behind herself. "I have been thinking about enjoying your tasty warm thick man cum, and how it feels running down my throat. Wouldn't you like me to enjoy myself, here on my vacation?"
Jim had just about started to nod his head, when Alyasa's hands completed whatever magic was required, and her dress floated to the floor around her feet. This left her naked, and she posed just a bit, before she knelt at his feet, and ran her hands up his abdomen, purring her thoughts out loud.
"You sure you won't mind if I take a little suck of your tasty cock? Will it be alright if I wrap my warm elvish lips around you and tease a cum explosion from your cock? Your cum was so warm, so tasty, that my greedy little throat has been wanting more of your cum to coat it. May I, please?"
She licked her lips, her taut breasts moving with her every breath. She reached for his belt, releasing the buckle, releasing the button, and drawing his pants and underwear to his ankles. Mute, Jim admired her apparent fascination with his genitals. His tool throbbed, bouncing as it's rigid length was freed from his pants.
She approached him, mouth slightly opened, tongue extended, lapping at his bell end. He gasped out his arousal, and she fondled his balls, bobbling them as she moaned her pleasure.
He clearly recalled her last suck job, how she engulfed him at one go. Today, things were different. Alyasa seemed to take her time, licking at his dick's end, kissing along his length, fondling his balls.
