Abducted and Enhanced 2
This is part two of the series. I suggest you read part one first. It's all explained there.
It was Sunday morning and I was on my way to church, but don't go getting the wrong idea folks. I'm not religious in any way, but one of my best friends Jim, and his lovely wife Pheobe had invited me to the christening of their beautiful baby girl, Ellie. Religious or not, how could I refuse?
I had spent the morning so far in Rosie's, a local café where I often had breakfast on Sunday mornings, only this time was different, because I'd spent most of the time inside Rosie herself. I'd arrived early before any other customers had arrived and seduced Rosie, thanks in no small measure to my newly acquired alien powers. I was taken by Rosie into a room at the back of the shop where we'd made love. At times she seemed a little reluctant but then enthusiastically spread her lovely legs for us to have a fabulous time together. Now I felt like a million dollars, as I walked along the street heading for the church.
I would arrive way too early, so I was looking for something to do to kill the time, and I found it in the church yard. It was an old fashioned city centre church, surrounded by a substantial graveyard as churches were in earlier times. It had been a place of worship and burial for centuries, and the more ancient tombstones, some at strange angles, with some even older flat ones looking like low tables were crammed together, lettering almost obliterated by time and the elements. A haven of peace and quiet in the midst of inner city hustle and bustle.
I wended and weaved my way on the closely trimmed grass between the tombstones, stopping occasionally to read inscriptions, looking for something interesting and I found it away off the beaten path, almost behind the church. It was a bright summer morning, quite warm, but even so I was surprised to see a young woman sitting on one of the low flat stones reading a book.
She looked up at me as I approached, and smiled. She was lovely, more, 'attractive,' than beautiful, until she smiled, and her smile made her beautiful. Having just made love to Rosie less than half an hour ago, I had no intention of trying to seduce her, but I had time to kill and what better way than talking to a lovely young woman I thought.
'Hello,' I said, 'it's a lovely morning,' and she agreed with me, still smiling. 'If you don't mind me saying I didn't expect to find a beautiful young woman here amongst the tombstones.' She smiled, maybe a little flattered that I'd called her a beautiful woman, but I was right, she was beautiful in my eyes. She looked about mid-thirties age wise, so again a little older than me. Slim, with long blonde hair, a figure that looked in perfect proportion and legs to die for. She was wearing a light summer dress, and with it being the height of summer, lightly tanned bare legs.
'Thank you for that lovely compliment,' she replied still smiling. 'I often come here in the summer time, too cold in the winter of course,' she added. 'It's just somewhere I can read in peace and quiet, especially this part of the old cemetery. Hardly anyone ever comes back here.'
'Well, I was just killing time myself,' I explained, 'so I was looking at the old tombstones hoping to find something interesting until I found you.'
'Really, found me? I didn't know I was lost,' she joked, and I laughed.
'Well, you know what I mean,' I said trying to explaining myself, and she nodded.
'Or interesting, have you found anything interesting?' she asked. I smiled back at her.
'Only you.' I replied, she laughed and it was a lovely sound.
'Me? Interesting?' Could you come home with me and tell my husband then. He doesn't seem to find me the least bit interesting.' She was trying to pass it off as a joke, but I could see she was struggling. Her eyes filled up with tears ready to start crying, but trying to choke them back.
I sat down on the flat tombstone at her right side. No disrespect intended. The tomb occupant wasn't complaining, he or she had been dead for well over a hundred and fifty years. I fished a clean tissue out of my pocket and handed it to her, and she dabbed it under her eyes. Thanked me and smiled again.
'Just ignore me,' she said, trying to make light of whatever was bothering her, 'we had a big quarrel last night, which is probably why I'm out here this early,' she added by way of explanation.
'A lovely woman like you deserves a bit more than being ignored,' I replied, and I meant it. I still had no thought of trying to get my hand up her loose summer dress at this point, although some of you may think I was just being devious so I could get into her panties.
Then, quite unexpectedly, my super sexual pheromones seemed to kick in as I was looking into her eyes. She was looking back into mine quiet intensely as we talked, and then she closed her eyes for a moment, a very long moment and breathed deeply, more like a long shuddering sigh. When she opened her eyes they had taken on that same dreamy, distracted look that Rosie's eyes had earlier this morning.
'Thank you,' she repeated. 'You've been very kind. It's ironic that a complete stranger is being kinder to me than my own husband,' and she stretched herself upwards and kissed my cheek. Nothing passionate, just a light peck on the cheek. I turned towards her and she looked into my eyes again and held my gaze. Her look was intense and then she leaned into me again and kissed my lips. My left arm slipped round behind her slim back and pulled her closer. I thought maybe I was going too far, but she melted into my embrace, and opened her mouth inviting my kiss in return, and I gave it freely. I mean, who would refuse to kiss a lovely, warm, flesh and blood young woman when the chance is offered? Not me!
We kissed for long moments until my free right hand caressed her left breast. I felt her body stiffen and thought maybe now I had gone too far, but she relaxed again and covered my hand with her own, pressing my hand harder again her breast. Her nipple was easily found through the soft material of the dress. Already hard and erect, she moaned lightly and gasped as I squeezed it, pulling on it in a milking motion. She seemed to be enjoying it, until she stiffened again and pulled her mouth away.
'Oh god, I'm sorry, what am I doing, what am I doing?' she protested. 'I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me.' I tried to assure her, telling her everything was okay and I wasn't thinking she was a bad person or anything. She shook her head as if trying to clear it. 'Please, you have to believe me, I'm not the sort of woman who would do something like that, I'm really not.'
Despite her protests I observed that she still held my hand hard against her breast, and still remained locked in a tight embrace.
'Of course you're not,' I assured her, placing affectionate featherlight kisses around her mouth, her brow, her eyes, cheeks, her mouth again, and then we were kissing passionately once more, tongues swirling around, I was squeezing her nipple, and she was moaning with pleasure, her protests, explanations forgotten.
I looked down, and even though her mind had some reservations, some conflict, her body knew what it wanted and where this was going. Her lovely legs were open and inviting, not blatantly far apart, but far enough to be no barrier if I chose to go there, and I knew I would eventually choose to go there. My hand slipped down from her breast, round her back, holding her closer to me in an even tighter embrace, and then down over her slim arse, where I caressed and squeezed her bottom. I noticed the hand that had been covering mine as I felt her breast was now caressing and pinching her own nipple. She was actually helping me to seduce her.
After I had been caressing her bottom for a moment or two, I let my hand sweep lower, down the outside of her left leg, caressing and squeezing her thigh, and then I reversed direction, caressing upwards but this time under her dress, on her bare legs. I felt her stiffen again for just a second or two and then relax. She was mine, and I slipped my hand between her thighs. She opened wider to accommodate me and I went straight for the spot. It was a very wet spot I soon found, her essence soaking through the fabric of her panties, which I by-passed by slipping my hand under the cloth onto bare, wet skin. Her pussy lips peeled wetly apart, and I slipped my two middle fingers between her soaked labia and found myself knuckle deep in the hot depths of her pussy.
'Oh god help me, I can't... do... this. I'm... I'm... a married woman. It's not right. Please... stop... please.'
So, I stopped as she asked, my fingers still in her pussy to the hilt, but it seemed the mere act of removing my fingers was enough to banish all thoughts of her husband from her mind. Maybe it was because I withdrew them by slowly sliding my hand out of her pussy, trailing them wetly and firmly up and over her clitoris. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her pussy hard against my fingers again, and kept thrusting, rubbing herself eagerly, whimpering with arousal. I slid them back between her pussy lips where they belonged, and began to finger her towards an orgasm. She was close to coming I knew.
She moaned even louder, and at the same time reached for and felt my hard cock through my trousers. She caressed and squeezed, taking a good firm hold, rubbing my erection. Not content with that she pulled down the zip and burrowed her hand inside until she had my naked cock in her hand, feeling my hardness, and the length.
'Oh fuck, that feels nice,' she said huskily, through her moans of excitement. Pulling it out through the open fly of my trousers, she looked down at what she'd found. 'Shit, oh fuck it's big,' she gasped.
While her attention was otherwise engaged I hastily pulled her panties down, stripping them away, and putting them in my pocket. She made no protest and when I pushed her legs wide apart she kept them there. All thoughts of resistance seemed to have melted away, and judging by how wet she was, the melted resistance was running out of her pussy, soaking the inside of her thighs and my fingers.
I quickly knelt on the grass in front of her and pushed my face against her pussy, tonguing her delicate pink folds, then swept up the crevice formed by her labia over an around her clitoris. That was enough, all she needed to tip her over the edge, and she started to come, pushing herself hard against my face. Both of her hands behind my head now, pulling me closer still as if I might suddenly run away. No fucking chance, not with a beautiful horny woman, with a beautiful horny pussy to satisfy. I stuck at until the last shuddering waves of ecstasy swept over her, leaving her drained and satisfied.
